Jan 29
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Vermont's Beautiful Moutains

Woosh. As the snow trails behind me I glide down the mountain. The snow is fresh and it invites me down the unpredictable glades. The clouds are inches above me and I feel free. The light wind wraps around me in a blanket of happiness. The feeling is indescribable, but yet there are a million things to say about it. The cool wind against my face, the sharp twist of my skies, and the feeling of flying. The different trails and how they are all unique: glades are surprising, curvy, and light; woods are mystic, fast, and technical. The snowflakes fall lightly on me and attached like glue, staying with me the whole way down. There is just something about the mountains that are important and special enough to stay there forever. As we leave and pack up our things, I take one look back at the mountains, majestic and beautiful as ever.
Apr 21
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Star Gazing

Up at the sky,

And into the unknown,

We stargaze.

hoping to find,

Beauty, and unsolved mysteries,

And we see stars,

Looking for patterns,

And hoping that we might see them.

we are grounded so we look for specialty for ourselves,

Something that gives us life beyond earth,

And connections to keep us satisfied.

We expect all these things to happen for us,

Because we want to be remembered,

Not just another star in the sky.

We want to be a new galaxy,

A new horescope found,

To know the answers to us.

So we star gaze,

Out into the infinite space.

Mar 29
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A Transition To Spring

As I step out onto the porch,

a breeze starts twirling through the air,

I close my eyes,

As the breeze picks up the scents of dewy grass,

Blooming flowers, and melting snow.

It passes me like a breath of fresh air,

And I feel the cold surface of the wood at my feet,

The dampness and dryness combine into one.

I step off the porch and onto the rocky pavement,

into the bright sun.

I embrace the warmth as it soaks in my pale skin.

I open my eyes,

And look what’s around me.

A girl who looks about 18,

Rides down the block,

In a old fashion ruby-red bike,

And a lemon-yellow hat.

She has fair skin,

and long blonde hair braided into two,

With blue-green eyes,

That flow into the waves of the ocean.

It’s so mesmerizing to watch her,
Feb 04
poem 2 comments challenge: Elves
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The Elves Among the Woods

The Elves Among the Forest
Crunch. Crunch. Crunch.
If you ever go in the woods listen close.
Crunch. Crunch. Crunch.
You can hear them.
Crunch. Crunch. Crunch.
But you can’t see them.
Crunch. Crunch. Crunch.
They are the elves among the forest.
Some people don’t believe in them (Macie),
But Lola and I do.
And they are real.
Every once in a while,
you can hear their laughter,
and the singing of the birds,
in the early morning.
Listen very close,
and you can hear,
the trickling drops in their buckets,
as they fill them up with the water,
of the cool, calming stream.
You can hear the humming sound,
of them collecting the honey from bees,
in the bright, and cheerful summer,
and the sound of the wind blowing,
flow to the sound,
of them whistling through the woods.
Crunch. Crunch. Crunch.
Jan 28
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I’m walking through the humid woods, getting away from all the things that this year has brought. In the woods, I have one spot that is mine, I always go to it.
It’s a small tree you can climb up near the beautiful brooke that overlooks my hometown. As I go up it’s soft and damp branches, I see something out of the corner of my eye.
It’s at the top where I usually sit. It’s round, and golden. It has to be an egg of some sort. For the first time in a long time I smile.
I haven't been in this spot since my grandma, E.m.m.y, passed away. The initials stand for Elizabeth Marry Margret Young, but everyone in my family called her Emmy. She used to find me in the woods in this exact spot. I have missed her a lot lately.
Jan 09
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Almost a Perfect person (challenge 70°)

70° is almost perfect. Almost perfect, but no one's perfect, right?
70° is like any other person, She's kind, generous, and so much more. But then when something’s not almost right, neither is she. At certain points of the day, 70° seems like the only person you would want to be around, but when a cloud covers her shadow, she isn't so “perfect” anymore. It’s almost like a routine you go through, You wake up, remember you have plans today, don’t know if she is going to be on the happy side or not. You meet her and you can tell by her expressions, a happy day. But boy you were wrong, prepare your umbrella because she floods you with insultes about other people, some you even think are about you. You decide to cancel plans and go back home, where it’s warm and dry, and full of happy conversations. So if you ever want to become friends with 70°, be ready for rainy and sunny days, because some days are amazing, and some are not.

Dec 16
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Deep Blue Sea

As I glide through the deep blue sea,
I see something white, and blue, and tuby,
all I can think is to take a chance,
to eat this free food,
It's calling out to me to eat it,
though I have never seen anything like it before.
As my mouth sinks into this odd feeling,
I try to chew it as it goes down my throat,
but it won't budge.
It's angry at my throat and not letting go,
i'm choking.
After a few minutes,
My eyelids are bricks.
Now i'm sinking down,
into the deep blue sea.
Oct 30
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Fall is Ending

As I watch the fall leaves
fall from the trees
I think about what it’s like
What it’s like to be a tree
covered in life
and to let it go
in a couple of nights
to leave it behind you and and just look forward
shedding your skin
seeing it so empty
seeing it so plain
reminding us of a snowy winter again
it’s so beautiful, it’s so nice
and more complicated than seasons changing
in the months of our lives