I wake up, I walk out the door. The dew smells like flowers. As I walk, I feel the morning mist brush against my tired face. I see the daisies so bright and blue. As I touch them the dew falls off and onto my foot, chilling me to the bone. As I walk through the forest the dew falls off the trees and keeps me cold. As I walk home the trees shake in the breeze, all the dew falls onto my face. Now I am as cold as winter, as cold as a polar bear. Esther Hay, 8Ancaster, Canada
Poetry-Nature
Little Boat
A boat on the horizon of crystal clear water, meeting the rainbow sky, A beautiful watercolor for all to see, Bobbing up and down, serenely, so peacefully, Swaying and rocking in time to the rhythm of the waves, Lulling us to sleep. So mesmerizing . . . So hypnotizing . . . A stray wooden water car. It may look lost but it is not, Sailing smoothly across the never-ending glassy sea. Evangeline Flynn, 10New York, NY Alicia Xin, 13Scarsdale, NY
summer nights
summer nights are cool like ice cubes melting in your mouth stars paint the roof over our heads rewriting the world the breeze lays low sneaking its way like a serpent parting armies of ivy nights like paintings the nights you’ll remember Juliet Del Fabbro, 11Richmond, VA
