As I stand atop the Ark
I wonder Why

Why does the Sun rise?
Why does it set?

And while I hear the sounds
of elephant families trumpeting

And while I watch the gnus
sprinting through the watering hole

It all

makes

sense.
 

The school started off with puting masks back on because of the rise in Covid cases. A lot of people did summer school and I was part of it and we did not have to wear masks. The first day of school was on Wednesday, so we go to moms every Wednesday unless we are camping.

The first day of fifth grade was like a no work day because we did “get to know you” games and we played a lot. There wasn’t after school, so parents had to pick their kids up. 

My grandma, who has white, curly hair and likes to wear t-shirts, could not pick up my sister and I after school like usual. My mom and my dad couldn’t either, so we waited  a long time. Eventually my grandma picked us up. I was so confused why she did not pick us up but it was because she had to work. She made us hurry, so we would not miss the delivery to her house from an appliance service. 

I love school and I hope you do too, but I wish there had been math on the first day of school.

 

Blazing Sky
Big blue eyes
The sky set a fire
Bright and Orange
Dull and Pink 
This is just the sky
Purple clouds 
Golden light
Happiness everywhere
The birds hiding 
The crickets are singing 
This is just the air
 

There’s an “if” in life

“If” I’m good enough 

“If” I’m smart enough

“If” this works

Is the if in life possibilities I cant see?

Or is it the randomness of it all

The randomness I exist

The chance of me being alive is one in 400 trillion

So why do I regret that

That probability of my existing
 

By Oona Osborne

Waking up to the smell of pancakes 

And the fresh taste of strawberry smoothies  

Then as we splash in the river Blue sky above 

 The day couldn't get any better

Could it  

As night falls the moon 

Shines through the towering trees

Ice Cream sundaes for dinner  

The tiny lights along the edge of the cabin

Framed our faces in pale yellow light

The dogs race around in the woods 

Weaving in between trees 

Jumping in and out of the river

Slowly we migrate back up to the cabin  

The peeling red paint looks brown in the dark

Everyone makes their way to the porch 

As the bats fly into the endless night sky


 

 

I've been loosing hairties and I've been loosing rights
And it doesn't effect you so you never put up fights
I cannot get a car and I can't get an abortion
And healthcare won't cover my cramps, not even a portion
The nuva ring is fifty bucks or 1000 for a year
But I don't live near pharmacies, they don't deliver here
The cost of birth control is high, with or without stigma
 And you want me to stay in school so this is an enigma
I'm watching girls scrounge for pads in bins stuffed under trash
They'd have to light the whole thing up if they find our cache
I'm marching down the school halls in tank tops and in shorts
I'm promiscuous and flirting not with my eyes but with my skorts
I'm a girl when I know nothing and a woman when I swear
So as my uterus is knotting, so too is my hair

 

YWP contest #week two

  First Grade

By Amina Peco age 11 Essex Junction


I  wake  up  in  the  morning,  it’s  not  summer  anymore.  It’s  the  first day  of  

first  grade! 

 I  have  two  loose  teeth and one  big  smile.

  Ready  to meet  my  new  teacher,stay  calm.

  Keep  it  happy,  keep  it  simple.

  My friends  are  happy and  so  am  I.

  My  day  is  going  great, doing  my  best, making  new  friends.

Working  my  hardest, having  fun  learning  new  things  to  be  number   one!

Playing  with  friends, rhyming  along  but   also  singing  along.

It’s  the  first  day  of  first  grade, I'm  ready  to  go!

 
                                        

 

Watercolor.

Hazel eyes and 
bright blue skies
Trees whispering softly in the air
A meadow green
A bounding hare
Flowers swaying
Horses baying
Roses red and
Mother Earth laying
Down to sleep for
Winter is paying 
A long, white visit on the countryside
Where wild beast far and wide
Come seek hibernation.
And do they reside 
Until Spring shows 
Her smiling face
With lilac blooms 
And Queen Anne’s Lace
Life itself
Has returned anew
With quickly running brooks 
And drops of dew
Speckling the grass.
And when the weather warms
Summer at last
Returns in swarms
Of Monarch butterflies
Clouds do rise from the skies
And flowers bloom
Once again
Swimming splashing in the stream
Are the fish that have been
Way down deep
Waiting
For Summer to return again.
It is now Fall
The air is crisp
Wind does blow