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A tree from lost generations
By Suhanee Mitragotri, 17, Lexington, MA
Great
great
great
grandparents walked the homeland.
Their footprints were artifacts in the wet mud,
memories of a time -
One Tree Island
By Ella Cisz, 13, Waterbury, VT
Alone you stand on your tiny island of weathered grey rock
Surrounded by immense calm water
A mirror provided for the sky to admire its reflection in -
Why does a willow?
By Jadyn Mardy, 18, Hempstead, NY
Why does a willow bend upside down,
Its branches floating by the ground,
Instead of reaching for the sky?
Who made it droop so low?
'Twas I. -
Memories of the maple
By Jaxson DeCelle, 9, Middletown Springs, VT -
If you can get up, you can get down:
By Gaia Lenox, 16, Cambridge, VT
Have you ever had sour
cherries?
They're an angry fruit
that stings your throat
and boils in your stomach -
Everyone's and also mine
By Ruth Knox, 12, Essex Junction, VT
It's everyone's and also mine,
chipping bark and a hanging branch,
amber leaves that drift to the weeded ground,
a forgotten sweatshirt sits at the trunk
Loves
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I Want to Write
I want to write,
To let my words pour from my fingertips,
To allow my imagination to run free,
To gift my ideas to others,
To simply put pen to paper.
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Every Fall
I fall in love with you every fall.
Seeing your face after a summer away
sends shock waves through my body.
I forget I love you
until the air starts cooling,
until school starts again.
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Certain
This is what I know to be undeniably true:
1. No matter how much I wait or how much help I receive I still have to save myself.
2. Nobody will ever truly know me as well as I do.
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Conversations with a violin
Strings speak to me
as no other does,
but not with words,
not in a world that is ridden
with so many words.
When I was young
it was
ugh...
practice,
but now
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