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Vermont's World Tree
I’ve seen a million sunsets and sunrises, yet each day still dawns with new surprises. As the sun peaks its golden rays over the green mountains, Vermont’s future stretches out with new horizons.
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Springtime
In the fields, there are dustings of flowers like confetti left over from a party, sprinkled over the land so randomly, yet beautiful in their chaos.
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The Sun, My Lost Friend
The sun, I think is like a friend that you have lost
One that you've drifted so far from, that it is impossible to return
Yet still its light shines on you, so blinding you must look away.
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Mother Earth
In the cradle of the galaxy’s abyss, we float
Born and aged through evolutions, revolutions
The Earth has been here, and we are passengers on a never ending journey in our orbit round the sun
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Lullaby
Carried by the songbird’s wings
Through forests bright, caverns dim,
Flying in the wild wind.
Tears have been shed and goodbyes have been said
And the light is leaving from your eyes.
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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For A Friend I'll Never See Again
She’s lived here
most of her life
She never thought
that would change.
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Love Is
Love is a gas station chain in the Midwest.
Love is little girls with Mary Janes spreading kisses around the playground.
Love is little boys who claim to hate them.
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Waning Moon, Fleeing Soul
The moon is waning,
slipping away into the night,much like my mind.
As I run over boulders and logs and grass and hills and trees and rivers and —
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Do You Hear the Raven Call?
A wingspan of ash, she scours the sky for signs of a way forward.
Beneath, the writhing landscape of a future so foreign we cannot yet comprehend which color she will be.