The Tree on Top of Mt. Everest

           The long stretches of
paved roads. Simply lead to
the unpaved ones.
                   Curving, spiraling,
twisting. The stars align for
you and you only.
               The best thing
I could say for you has
already been said.
                   Like a cliché
it is. Now I need you
to drop the book.
               Leave the house
twisting, melting.
               Nonsense I tell
you. Like the crusades.
               Fighting over a
ruined city? Killing millions?
If there was television
it would simply be a tv war
like the tv wars
that have happened.
               Nonsense. The
roof is in your ears. Leave.
Before the lemons fall from
the cactus.

Amy Myrick
8th Grade, Monument Middle School
Denise LoMiglio, Classroom Teacher/GATE Coordinator
Dan Zev Levinson, Poet Teacher

blue sky green grass

the sky is blue
the grass is green
butterflies' wings are
soft silk. Dogs
bark cats meow and they
never ever stop. Babies
cry mom cooks dad
watches football
teenagers scream
when they don't
get stuff they
want but I'm so
perfect the way
I'm.

Amyia Murry
5th Grade, Peninsula School
Linda Stewart & Catherine Arnold, Classroom Teachers
Dan Zev Levinson, Poet Teacher

Darkness

Darkness, darkness, skies are black,
owls are screeching, giant bats. People are
screaming, leaves aflutter, fire is burning.
Like the moon shine. The water glistens
like the moon. The rocks click, chitter and chatter
just like the animals blither and blather. Darkness
Darkness Darkness.

Orion Magpie
6th Grade, Skyfish School
Mark Jensen, Classroom Teacher
Dan Zev Levinson, Poet Teacher