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With these roots
By Emma Paris, 14, Putney, VT
One tree
was the tree I leaned upon
while I had my first kiss
One tree
knows that secret
I trust trees more than people -
Tree blood
By Zinnia Hansen, 17, Port Townsend, WA
A tree has blood, thick blood
that fills its cold fractals with slow warmth.
We watch the rain fall.
And tenderly, I brush the water from my eyes. -
The tree planter
By Annika Gruber, 16, Charlotte, VT -
The missing tree
By Max Leibon, 16, Post Mills, VT -
The cherry tree
By Ava Rohrbaugh, 15, Charlotte, VT
I didn't feel
anything about the
tree
until I lost it,
til the bark cracked
like glow sticks at dusk
and the cherry blossoms -
To the fig tree on Koloĉep Island
By Sam Aikman, 17, Richmond, VT
When I say “fig”
I do not mean the kind
you get at the supermarket
in a clear plastic tub.
I do not mean the kind
Loves
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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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