Bags heavy on our backs

Sweat dripping down 

Fluttering leaves in the canopy

Shady shadows dance and shuffle

Roots reaching across the path

Saplings reach towards the sun

The soft trickle of a stream

The rustle of leaves 

Acorns littering the ground 

The bright colors of flowers 

The think smell of pine 
 
But when we get to the clearing

Our journey is done 

 

 

 

The sounds we make are a delight to the ear
bark,cluck,achoo
the sounds we make never disappear
buzz,eek,ow
a story told only with sound
tweet, splat, eeww
it is not likely to be found 
hiss, bump, clatter
onomatopoeia   
 

seashells wrap themselves around her neck
pulled taut when she talks
a never-ending string of knotted words

six charcoal dots underneath her eyes
snake eyes
green and brown
the soft, olive skin peeping out from under her shirt

careless. windblown hair
a tomorrow child
a today child

her poetry slides itself over her fingers and down her wrists
leaving snail trails of tears for years to come

 

People always tell me I’m making mistakes.
Is it really necessary to say it?
I thought that was part of being young,
learning from your screw-ups.
Everything’s a mistake these days -
what I want to do in life,
what I believe,
who I love.
It’s taken me awhile to realize that
no matter what I do,
someone will think it’s wrong.
There are so many opinions in this wide world
that give us individuality.
They’re part of what makes us human.
Everyone believes something different.
Everyone tells me something different.
And I understand that, I do.

But did it have to be them telling me I’m wrong?
Because coming from them, I just might believe it.
 

I have a little devil 

Although you’d never know 

His wings are white and fluffy 

But his eyes they glow 

He bucks and rears and bolts 

He chases all his friends 

I have a little devil 

And I love him to no end

 

Grace Parent, Age 11

ADL Middle School

Young Writers Project Week 3: Clearing

I took one last look at the clearing behind me and started into the forest holding my breath, this was the only place my parents have strictly forbidden me to go. The dark trees towered over me, growing more and more frightening the deeper I traveled into the forest. I jumped as I heard something crack behind me Don’t be scared it’s just a twig, don’t be scared it’s just a twig. I thought to myself,  I slowly turned around… big surprise it was just a twig. I let out a breath I realized I had been holding in that whole time although, what else would it have been? 

An array of plumes woven into braid and knot.
My scalp full of spring glory.
Open smile dancing among the silken wonders of earth.
The fresh scent intertwining with
baked bread, warm peaches and sunshine.
The wind twists around the trees,
braiding them into my hair like ribbons.
Bringing happiness on the breeze, trusting
everything joyous into your hearts.
Fly away, bring something worthy of joy,
(everything)
Become something beautiful for another time.

she sat in an empty room
knees to her chest 
hair in her face 
nobody knew where she was 
nobody cared
she sat there
the world slowly turning without her
her sadness 
and her pain 
preserving her body
but
not her mind
inside 
her brightly colored dress
was grey
her vibrantly dyed hair 
faded 
her sanity
gone completely 
the walls around her felt like they were getting closer and closer
she had lost all sense of time 
and was hardly alive anymore
no sound came from her cracked lips
no fingers moved
or eyelids twitched
her face was placid and calm looking
as she looked up 
her eyes
were black
as a raven's feather
her lips were as deep red as blood 
her heart
was gone 
and in it's place 
an empty hole
she had been broken long enough
so when she lifted her head
and the world came spinning back

My name is Nicole Farnham. I am a normally calm person and I love school and learning. I like hanging out with my friends and laughing. I m good at reading, skiing, and being there for people when they need someone to talk to. I like listening to music especially classical music. My favorite composer is Beethoven. One of my hobbies is decorating houses and rooms. I love interior design. When I graduate 12th grade I want to go to Albany Medical College for undergrad school to become a general surgeon. For graduate shcool I would love to go to Harvard Medical school. The reason I want to be a general sergeon is because I want to save and help people who need it. If I cannot be a general sergeon for any reasons I would still like to be able to help people any way I can.