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"Canoe Trip"

By Mariah, 14

I canoe along the ocean-like lake,
Not a care in the world, not the sound of a motor.

My paddle, caressing the water with every stroke,
The canoe, walking on water, careful not to capsize,
Just my paddle and I, skimming the water.

Gazing upon the forest edge that meets the shore,
Noting the fire-burdened trees to our right,
Twigs and trunks, burnt and charred,
Victim to a decade of fires, vulnerable.

The forest, isolated and lacking inhabitants,
Centuries old, nearly forgotten,
Greets the world, "Hello", with its gift of oxygen,
No reply, no appreciation, no thanks.

The island just up ahead, holding a deserted house,
The crimson paint, chipped, the windows, broken,
The rocky shore of the island, barricades the house,
Years of memories, hidden behind its doors.

Remnants of its garage, hanging over the water below,
The foundation, crumbling and eroding away,
Days away from calling the rocky lake bottom "home",
The lake's castle, in its final resting place.

An old beat-up fishing boat, anchored at the house's dock,
The boat, natural, matching the landscape,
In its rightful home and place,
The ancient boat, swaying to and fro, in its own harbor.

Pondering creation's great accomplishments,
Reminiscing the beauty that surrounds me,
The serene setting, unknown to most,
Away from bustling cities and at peace.

I continue on my journey to nowhere, enjoying nature,
Bird calls surround me, the quiet splash of the water below,
The many throngs of mosquitoes, decorating the air above,
I make my way along the silent waves.

Home, sweet, home...

 

"Writer's Block"

By Mariah, 14

Trembling, trembling,
Terribly trembling,
Dizziness falls upon me,
Hands shake, rattle, and roll,
My eyes grow heavy.

I drift off into a stressful slumber,
5, 4, 3, 2, 1,
Wake-up call!
WAKE-UP!

I remember my priorities,
I sit down and try to write,
This is me trying to write,
Oh, so trying to write,
Repeating, repeating.

I can’t think,
My thoughts repeat,
My throat closes up,
My mind goes blank,
Blank…
Blank…
Blank!

The agony!
The treachery!
It seems oh so easy to write,
But a word,
I lack that skill.

I write, write
Scrambled
Nonsense
Filler
Thoughts.

Don’t fail me, mind.
Don’t fail me!

2 hours turn into 3,
3 into 4,
Psychologically strapped into my writing.

I mustn’t fall asleep,
I mustn’t fall asleep!

I fall asleep…
Again…

But I can’t sleep.

I mustn’t sleep.

I mustn’t sleep!

I can’t procrastinate,
I can’t pro…
Cras…
Tin…
Ate!

My mind’s at a loss,
I cannot think,
Cannot breathe.

My world’s a mess!

I must write,
Must write…

One word…
Just one word!

I think.
Think…
Think. Think. Think.
Think!

The.


"The Dream"
By Ronnie, 16

It was a dream that I just had,
I was chained up in an iron clad
In a dungeon is where I was
All I could hear was a quiet buzz
It came from a machine in the other room
A woman working on an old loom

I shouted at her to let me go
But she didn't seem to have the know
Of how to get me out of the hell
Until a witch thought up the spell
To unchain me without a key
And open the door and let me be

I walked over and opened the door
I looked outside, I was on a shore
And walking out I started to fall
I yelled, I screamed, I tried to call
People came but didn't rescue me
They just watched and let me be

I fell and fell, then hit the ground
And then I heard a great loud sound
I looked around, I was on a cloud
A boy came over and to me he bowed
Then took my hand and led me to
A great big palace on cloud number 2

He told me to go up the stair
Because I was the awaited heir
To the throne is where I must be
Because I am the unknown key
To a puzzle inside my head
So I can wake up in my bed


"Harvest Moon"
By Ronnie, 16

The harvest moon,
It's out again,

Is out again
A big orange orb
Hovering above the horizon
The stars are out
Staring down on me and
The sun is setting
On the opposite side of the sky,
Bright as a chandelier
The sky is clear
It's a beautiful night
I look forward to this
Every fall of the year

The harvest moon.

 

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