Wild Wyoming Horses

Stone Soup Magazine
October 2018

By Gwen Deutsch

As the horses ran down the mountain like a raging sand storm, I knew I was in Wyoming. The swift, creek water was mint in my mouth. I felt sandpaper as I...

They are frozen but not yet gone They feel so sad but cold I can’t Oh I can’t feel my body when I stare at them for they’re so great and I’m so small Cora...

The waterfall, thought as brave, Viewed as unwearable, unstoppable, ablaze, Secretly cowers and hopes to end its days But continues to roar and never...

The fire-colored butterflies Flying drunkenly Silently sipping on the budding milkweeds. Snowflakes delicately falling Landing on open mouths of youth. The...

Jeff Kovatch Memorial Ohio River Cleanup, Harris Riverside Park, Huntington, WV My father reaches out with the rake and pulls the bottle toward us. I pick it...

I wonder why we call bats “bats”— why do we call them that? I wonder why little kids burp and crickets chirp and why snow is in the winter. Speaking of...

Say one sentence An ember sparks Say another Wind blows and swirls One more A wildfire Karinne Ulrey, 10Los Gatos, CA Eli Breyer Essiam, 10Cambridge, MA

Stoplights reflect off the bay The faint sound of glasses clinking and people talking is carried on the breeze The moon is shrouded by clouds Towering...

In the African sun there was a lion and the house cat. One day the cat told the lion to have a race. So the race started. They ran so fast a rock fell on the...

There once was a mouse who played the keyboard. When he played at night the cats came out. The rats came out. The owls came out! Isaiah Albro, 7Sherman Oaks,...