Boots In The MudA poem by Delaney | 11/26/2008
"Slap, slap," says
the rain on my window "Slap, slap," say my boots in the mud "Stay and cry "Tears of joy in the wetness "Stay and cry," says the great gray sky "Go home," says the flirty bit o' sunlight "Go home," says the rain in my hair "Go away," say I to my common sense "Slap, slap," say my boots as I run. |
A Poem for 'Hannah W.'A poem by Bernadette | 11/7/2008I was so lonely when you left |
The Bronze Spear: Chapter SixFiction by Bernadette | 10/27/2008Chapter Six |
Wash AwayA poem by Hannah W. | 10/9/2008Rain |
PuddlesA poem by Hannah W. | 9/13/2008They told you not to get all wet, The day they said was gloomy, Gleaming with what they must avoid, |
Chapter 1 of No-Name-For-nowFiction by Emily | 4/8/2008I met the dark steps that lead to the living room, which wasn’t appealing but it was better than sleeping in the same room with my cousin, Allison, who snores. |
DroughtA poem by Delaney | 3/22/2008
The dying daisy bows her head
And sends a prayer up to the sky. The fading grass has done it's best To face the thirst and just survive. Oh rain, oh rain, where are you now? Dear God, please do not let us die. We dream of rivers raining down Drowning out our thirsty cry. How little shade there is today, |
SometimesA poem by Bernadette | 2/19/2008Sometimes I just want to cry |