I want to be a good guy,
As great as I can be
But instead I am a slave
And try to steal money,
I’ve tried to run away,
And be as free as I can be
But instead I am whipped and beaten
So I will never, ever be free.
-Poem by Hailey Y.
Ode to the Owl
Oh dark-colored bird,
I love your dazzling feathers,
I love how you wake me up each morning,
And how you can turn your head around
faster than a lightning bolt hits the earth,
and how you capture mice sneakily.
I love how your feathers creep around
and muffle sound.
Oh evening bird!
Oh night bird!
- Group poem by Maddie, Samina, Allen, Jayden, Hayden, Hailey, Donnya, and Lyvia
Snail Poem (Inspired by Snail at Moonrise by Joyce Sidman)
Each night, Snail
floats up like helium,
slides up a slippery trail of disgusting slime
up, up, up, up, up
the rotting tree carcass,
up stems of leaves to their moist tips,
observing, glancing dramatically,
with his sandpaper tongue
bits of green
to swim in his body
into swirling circles of light.
shiny and bright,
- Revised Poem by Eleanor, Kevin, Bahar, Lori, and Laine