Mar 10
lorenyoung's picture

Emerald Ash Borer

The ash tree is a very important tree in Vermont’s landscape.  Ash have beautiful diamond-shaped bark patterns and they stand out in a forest due to their tall and straight lines. 

To me, ash trees are iconic. They make the Green Mountains green in the spring and summer, and turn to vivid orange hues in the fall. My dad and I find morel mushrooms growing in the nitrogen-rich soil at the base of our ash trees. They are known for having great, full tops, and bring good value in the timber market. Birds love ash trees because they are high enough to keep away predators, and deer rely on ash trees as they eat the buds off the young tops in the winter. 
Oct 18
joseph.deffner's picture

A Quiet Winter Day

The snow crunches softly beneath my boots as I trudge up the hill. Small delicate snowflakes land on my fuzzy hat. I tilt my head back to catch them in my mouth. Out of the corner of my eye, a male cardinal dashes from tree to tree, his red feathers bright against the white snow. When I get to the top of the hill, I pause to look around at the snow covered trees, and listen to how peaceful it is. Dropping my sled on the wet snow, I climb on and slide down the hill, going down easily on top of the smooth and icy snow. The cool wind blowing in my face, smiling to myself. Winter makes me feel serene and content.
Nov 11
Alaina.J_27's picture


I walked into school today.
Saw a girl in the bathroom crying,
Looking in the mirror,
Nothing but disgust and dispair on her face.
Lonely and friendless,
I watched as the girl cried.
I watched as she wished for a 
New face, new body.
Wished for a friend, for someone to care.
I watched as she looked at her reflection,
and dried her tears and fixed her hair.
A look of dread and exhaustion when she
shouldered her bag. 
Before she left I said to her,
"You're beautiful. Inside and out."

The saddest thing about it,
is how she mattered less,
because her brilliant soul
had not been paired with
the type of pretty face that is accepted.

Nov 09

The Pain Of Seeing You Cry

Nothing hurts me more in this world
Than seeing my big sis cry
I wish I could take away your pain
All I can do is comfort you the best I can
But I know I'm not good at it
I wish I could help more
You are everything to me
You have always been by my side
Always so strong and confident
I look up to you
So when I see you cry
and know there isn't much I can do to help
It hurts
I can't change why you are sad
But I want you to know just how much I love you
Out of all the people in this world
You are the only one
That makes me physically hurt
By seeing you upset
I just want to see you smile
And be happy all the time
I know that is unrealistic
Because all people have their ups and downs
But for you
That is all I wish

Nov 08
poem 0 comments challenge: Boost
isabelle.chen's picture

Start Boosting

Beneath a student’s daunting, distressed-looking exterior,

Underneath all the folds of night studying and restless sleeps,

There’s a pulse of goodness within 

That arises when a student takes action with their heart.

School is tricky and in some situations, not an all friendly place.

Drama can make itself present at times as well as confusing math equations on the whiteboard.

If you decide to help somebody out, that can make all the difference in their day.

Support, reinforce, or boost someone up who you can see is struggling.

Don’t rely on knocking on someone’s door all the time for reinforcement,

Rather lend a hand to someone in need and maybe they’ll begin to uphold your generosity towards others.

Possibly sparking a chain reaction of kindness and courageousness throughout your school. 
Nov 01
poem 0 comments challenge: When?
Grace._.'s picture

If Not Now, Then When?

If not now, then when? 

When will we stop hurting the earth

When will we stop hurting each other 

When will the world become a place where people feel safe
If not now, then when?

When will we stop putting off that assignment until the last minute

When will we get the courage to not follow the ring leader
What is a better time than now?

You only live in the now for so long. 

Live with no regrets.
Get that new haircut you’ve been wanting 

Make new friends

Travel the world

Help people in need

Be kind 

stand up for what’s right 

Go to that party

Buy that dog

Tell them how you feel

Live on the wild side.
Because if not now, then when?
Nov 01
poem 0 comments challenge: When?
Christo's picture

If not now...

If not now, when?

It’s a question that applies to so many aspects of my life.

It applies to my school work.

“You don’t apply yourself.”

“When are you going to do that project?”

“We’ve had 2 weeks to do that.”

It applies to my emotions.

“Are you okay?’

“You sure you’re just tired.”

“You look sad.”

It applies to workouts.

“You need to keep a schedule”

“I thought you said you were going to do this.”

“Why not?”
Procrastination in doing things is a burden on my life and I don't think it's going anywhere soon.

I need to deal with it. I need to stop putting things off. I guess I’ll start tomorrow. 

Oct 29
poem 0 comments challenge: When?
Abby_C's picture


You say you want change,

But not now.

You say you want to do something,

But now you are too busy.

We believe him when he says he is doing something but really, is he?

People are dying, and so is our world.

But the only thing I hear is word after word.

No action

But what we don’t realize is, everything we do causes a chain reaction.

We will be the cause of our own deaths

The ultimate killer is procrastination.

You see, there is only one question.

If not now, when?

Oct 25
poem 0 comments challenge: Alive
mckenna_smith's picture

I feel alive when..

I feel alive when I’m running. 

At first 

I’m struggling to breathe. 

My feet,

slapping heavily on the pavement,

With each step. 

But then 

A peace comes. 

Breathing is easy. 

I feel like I’m flying, 


Like I can do anything. 

Like I can run forever. 

I concentrate on each footstep, 

Instead of my worries, 



The cold air 

Burning my lungs 

With each breath. 

I know,

When the run is over

Real life

Will come back. 

But for now, 

I focus on putting one foot in front of the other. 
Oct 24
poem 0 comments challenge: Alive
Xbeaudin's picture

I Feel Most Alive When...

I feel most alive when I am in front of an audience, all focused on me

When I am dancing, each limb’s movement perfectly coordinated

When I am drumming my heart out to a fast paced song

When I am cruising down a mountain on my snowboard through fresh powder

When I am standing in some of the world's most naturally beautiful places

When I am positioned on the edge of a cliff ready to backflip into the water below

When I am backstage about to step out from behind the curtains for the first time during a play
I feel most alive when I am about to try something for the very first time

When I am about to score a goal or win a race

When I crack a joke and everyone laughs

When I am the center of attention

When I see all A’s on my report card

When I am with friends and family

When I am outside of my comfort zone
Oct 21

Long Night Drives

There is a certain feeling
that accompanies long night drives
a feeling I can't quite describe
everything seems less real
like I'm a million miles away
all the lights seem distant
as if darkness itself
has changed our very existence
a feeling of tranquility
calm in a way
that feels primal
like this is how life should be
a feeling of wondering endlessly
in search of nothing
mentally on a different plane
just staring into the night
Oct 21
poem 1 comment challenge: Alive

Alive in a Dead Life

     I feel alive when the sky breathes, when the mountains I ascend hug the horizon and fill every crevasse in my fractured heart, when the smell of decaying leaves shoves it way up my nose, when I feel the mud beneath my feet as I sprint through waterlogged fields barefoot, when the rough bark scrapes my hands as I climb the highest trees in the forest, when the water in the lake splashes my face and onto my boat, when the rock I step on in the river rolls and topples me into the freezing water, when I say screw expectations because nature doesn’t care who I am.
Oct 20
poem 0 comments challenge: Perfect
abby.egner's picture

Looking at the Sky

A perfect day for some,
would be spending it with the one they love,
but for me,
a perfect day is all in the sky.

The sun would rise, 
creating a canvas of pastel pinks and purples,
and as the day went on, 
it would turn a Carolina blue.

The gentle pitter-patter of the rain,
on a warm summer day,
falling all around me
almost completes my idea of the perfect day.

To finish it off, 
the sky turns an almost black,
as stars twinkle as they begin to appear,
I can’t help but wish for another day like this.
Oct 09
poem 0 comments challenge: Haunted
Xbeaudin's picture


I could feel the house watching me

It’s huge windows acting as eyes staring me down.

I could hear it calling my name 

The old boards and supports creaking with the wind.

I could see it reaching out to me

The two dead oak trees leaning toward the sidewalk.

I could feel the house trying to suck me in

The wind blowing past me and in through the front door.

I could see the inhabitants

The shadows roaming the abandoned halls.

I could see the house smiling at me

The porch bent from rot in the middle.

I could read the house like a story

The scars from abuse and fire long before I was born.

Oct 06
Eloise Silver Van Meter's picture

Our ever-giving mother

How is it that we’ve achieved consciousness
in so few realms?
We fail to welcome Mother Nature’s intentions.

I dream of a world in which ALL coexist:
creature with creature,
plant with plant,
corporation with corporation,
corporation with land and creature,
and all possible combinations of the above listed.

We’ve stolen land and dignity from indigenous people ––
the wise teachers.
They know it is important to LOVE 
–– and are facing karma.

How is it that we have become so ignorant 
and self-absorbed that Mother’s role is 
no longer applicable to our toy-plastic-world?
Her walls keep giving
even with nothing in return.
They protect us, nurture us,
take care of us when our body needs healing,
and can provide us with the sweetest solitude.

And yet, we push her away.

–– we regurgitate her fruits
if not waste them completely
Oct 06
joseph.deffner's picture

The house on Maple Street

- Story by Zander Clark, posted by Thetford Academy teacher Joe Deffner

Maple Street was just a regular, old street in southern Illinois. It had houses, trees, flowers and those pesky rodents that always get into your garbage. As the street came to an end, there was a fork. If you took the right side, you would end up at an old basketball court. It was nothing special. The grass grew up through the cracks in the pavement. Every Friday, the kids who lived on the street would come and play pick-up games and such.     
Oct 04
c.mcintire's picture


“Everyday is a new beginning,” they say.
Well, for me it truly is.
No two days have been alike,
throughout my life. 

Yesterday I was a bird in the Amazon.
Flying high above the beautiful trees.
Last month I was a lion, 
hunting herds of animals.
Today I am a cow,
grazing the fields of Vermont.

I have no control over what creature I will be. 
The universe decides for me. 
There is beauty and evil in this.
Some days I feel like my life is not mine.
Yet some I am ecstatic for a new adventure. 

Some days I wish I could stay the same,
And some I am thankful for the change. 
Having no control over who I want to be, 
is hard…

Yet I love the challenge of adjusting to new environments, 
And gaining a different view of life every single day.
Oct 04

Why I write poetry

I write poetry
because I can make it
my own,
no rhyme
or reason,
any way that I want;
it helps me through
the bad days
and lets me remember
the good days.

I write poetry
for me,
and no one else.
It is mine to have.
I live by my words
and cherish the power
I wield with them.

I write poetry
to express myself,
to feel emotions,
to release anger.

But most importantly,

I write poetry because it makes me smile.
Oct 03
Grace._.'s picture

Shape Shifter

They said that words have power, but I doubted it was true.

I wanted to shapeshift for a day 

just to be with you

I wanted to be the pencil you hold in every class

I wanted to be the flower you lifted from the grass

I wanted to be the sunshine, brightening your day

Chasing away your hurt with every iridescent ray

They said that words have power, and now I know it’s true

I whispered that all I wanted was to be someone to you

Shapeshifting is limitless


And free

But it simply means nothing if you aren’t beside me

Sep 26
poem 0 comments challenge: Clearing
isabelle.chen's picture

One Step, Two Step

One step, two step.

The wind rippling through your hair.

Leaves scattered everywhere.

Gnarly roots in the ground.

Birds chirping as the only sound.

Three steps, four steps.

Branches hovering above,

And Oak tree groves.

You see the sunshine peeking through,

With a hint of sky blue.

Five steps, six steps.

All your worries disappear,

While in this atmosphere.

Peacefulness will stick around,

With every step you take on the ground.

Seven steps, eight steps.