I sat for a while this morning (Sunday) trying to decide what to post. With the NFL season “kicking off” I’m being constantly distracted by my football insane better-half. She’s wearing a different jersey for each of the games she intends to watch on three TV’s in three different rooms of the house. All the while giving me a steady stream of narrative on teams that I could care less about. So my solution is to calm down, put on my noise cancelling headset, and read some poems written by some young upcoming poets. Enjoy them and then you can return to all of the football insanity.
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By Jackson O’Donnell, Age 8
The clouds float by
with eaglets watching
by and by
Really watching.
They must think that they are kings
Those funny little bald things.
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By Mona Thomas, Age 11
A little white mouse
Playing upon a sun beam
Then sliding back down.
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By Philip McIntyre Junior, Age 12
I see a rabbit drinking at a stream,
I know it wants to run from me, tense
as it may seem,
But some unknown force makes it stay
right there and sit,
The same curiosity that makes me keep
watching it.
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By Maura Copeland, Age 10
The heat of yesterday transformed the city into
A kingdom of clouds.
The skyscraper pierced the fog
looking like temples of an ancient land.
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