Spring 2011


Barren is the paper


On which I now write I am alone, at peace I think of how


My pencil will swiftly glide


How it will leave an ashy trail Along the windswept landscape


How words will soar down to the page


I am amazed, at how the letters slip into place And combine, to make A barren wasteland


A bustling wonderland Of nouns and verbs


Of pronouns and adverbs


Whispering of possibilities As I sit down to write, I smile


I am home


Emily Sargent Grade 9


Through land, sky and rain The infinite cycle is lain.


From years and seasons past We know it will not last. So little we have to gain She walks with no cane. Oblivious to the pain,


That mankind has put past Nature is calling


Skipping through meadows like Dick and Jane


To not think it will end is simply insane. Look back at the deeds you have cast. In them we’ll end with one large blast Remember you chose that lane. Nature is calling


Alyssa Wedge Grade 11


So much depends upon


A flag swaying in the breeze On a crisp fall morning At the Williamson Middle School


Connor Allman Grade 6


RIPPLES 2011


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