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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 -
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
Loves
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Her Morning
The spark of a lighter ignites her morning
Her pipe lies resting on her lips
It is a deep brownish purple color tattered with flecks of dark ash
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Old
"You're so mature!"
They say to me,
as they pinch my cheeks
and hug me close.
I scowl at them.
I feel so odd.
I'm young, but mentally old.
I'm still a kid
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1893
It was just a fluke that I happened to see
The ghost of a girl in 1893
I didn't think much of her, tried to ignore
But then she came 'round in 1894
A spirit was not something that I had wanted
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Things to remember, pt. 2
You are allowed to change.
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Papercuts
Did you know that, when you wrote me, I was made of papercuts
That I was ink and glue and wax but mostly, I was papercuts
Did you know that, when you read me, I am made of memories
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When Mother's Hands Were Magic
Do you remember when your mother's hands were magic?
When they looked like hands
Smelled like hands
Felt soft and calloused and strong like hands but weren't like your hands because