Artwork by Alexa M., Grade 8
Spring
The wind massages
flowers on the trees.
The early morning light
awakens Spring.
The snows of winter
melt; the grass is free.
Resounding in the woods
the birds calls ring,
Awakening the world
from its slumber.
The midday sun awakens wildflowers,Gold is the hour, mighty as thunder,
All things shine brightest in their early hours.
The gently trick’ling
creek quenches thirst.
The laughs of children
break the silent dawn .
The water always flows
fastest at first .It is a hopeful time of year for all.
Summer’l come, school’l end, their best days will come.
They’ll still cherish
those spring days in the sun .
by Jared J., Grade 9
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