I shut the door behind me Exasperated and overwhelmed And start walking briskly As I walk I hear crickets chirping like a marching band I hear leaves crunching under me Soothing me over my bad day at school I feel the cool, fresh air across my face As I walk forward I smell the sweet smell of the nighttime dew Just like after a rainy day I slowly inch forward daydreaming Feeling like I am on the top of the world I cannot describe it It is simply the feeling of a nature walk Tanay Kumta, 12Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
Poetry-Nature
My Coat of Many Colors
A carpet of sand melts into a sea of blue whipped cream I inhale the golden scent of joy Like syrup on my tongue The seagulls’ voices are wind chimes in the warm summer air They call to the sea and the sky I reach out my fingers to touch the sunset And wrap it around my shoulders like a coat Matthew Brailsford, 11Corona del Mar, California
Shriveled Roses
Under the gray sky In a dreary meadow, One with the trees and fallen leaves. A raven flies overhead And the cold north winds Start to creep in. But in between two oaks is where they lie. Once flourishing and lush, just like this meadow. Shriveled up, facing down With a pile of petals Upon the ground. No color left, in stem or flower, The thorns are still sharp, But no life inside them, Ready to fall, Shriveled Roses. Ethan Vranic, 12Hamilton, Ontario, Canada
