Camps are here and young writers are sweeping the tops of our heads right off with the amazing work they’re sharing with us. Here are two.
Grade 7, Summer Writing Camps
Birds are freaks of day old night
Their migration a traditional dance
Barefooted arabesques of summer
Their feathers mosaics of grey, iron, and sun.
Eagles are heartbreakers, queens, ninjas
Taking the last apocalypse of tomorrow as
A broken promise, a message, a song
you are a black sheep,
your friends are poets.”
Midnight shines with
A perfect, magnetic, musical scream
Everything has thrones,
Has substance, is lonely
The backlash of darkness
Is a diamond.
You are a fool
To believe in glitter
In snobs and nerds
In magic and in stone.
WHO I AM
by Myra, Grade 3, Summer Writing Camps
I am a golden eagle soaring into the clear sky.
I am a gray wolf sheltered from the rain.
I am a rattlesnake slithering up a vine.
I am a spider monkey swinging from branch to branch.
I am a black cat awake at night.
I am a mouse crawling quietly like the wind.
I am as curious as a fawn.
I am as hardworking as a beaver.
I am as free as a butterfly.
I am the world
as it is lifting me
from the ground.