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Glowing Inspiration
I lean over the plastic white kayak,
Admiring the magnificent bay,
Filled with dinoflagellates.
The glow, and sparkle,
Dance, and glimmer.
I reach to place my fist in the water, -
Miniature Paradise
I look out the window,
seeing a blanket of green.
The leaves create textures, and patterns.
Orange flowers are peppered through the branches,
popping out like stars in a night sky.
The bark on the trees looks pale -
Reaching For The Sky
I stare at the sky,
Holding the hand of my dad,
Watching our rocket fly up, up up,
Into the open blueness.
It soars, free as a bird,
Powerful as a jet.
It reaches for the stars,
Transforming into a tiny black speck, -
Life Upon Lines
A pencil traces across a sheet of paper,
Creating lines, and curves,
Zigzags, and swirls.
Soon the lines will connect,
Forming images,
Sketches, and words.
Within these lines,
People,
Creatures, poetry, -
The Wind Blows
The wind blows,
Swaying the trees,
Making them speak,
And rustle.
The green leaves twirl,
And dance, along the branches,
Which seem to hum,
As the air rushes by.
They swing, and sway,
As if they are thinking, -
Golden optimism
The golden sun rises above the mountains,
Creating glimmers across the water
That look like smaller, brighter suns.
They dance and sparkle
Against the lake.
They jump and leap,
Creating a spectacle,
Beyond reality.
Loves
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Last Day of School
I wrote this poem about a month ago, and I recited it at Fifth Grade Night on Wednesday, June 12, and just this morning at my graduation.
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Stories Are Funny
Isn't it funny
how you can write
your life's story
with a realization
that changed your world
and have no one
ever read it?
Isn't it funny
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Love is a Food?
Maybe,
like steak,
it needs to marinate.
Maybe,
like soup,
it needs to simmer.
Or, maybe,
