Stick
By: Zach Clancy

The stick ran out of sight
After I had thrown it
In it dove with a great sploosh
I know that later it will get stuck on rocks
When wind whooshes it will blow free
Then it will reach a waterfall
Like the water in my water bottle
Sparkling over the edge into my mouth
The stick as I throw it from the cliff
Falls falls to the murky blackness of me water
It surfaces and goes from bone dry to beginning to rot
In seconds all in seconds
Then its gone

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The World Untitled
By: Ben Lebwohl

I walk in the quiet of a small field listening to the sounds of joyful birds and
tall thin grass blowing in the wind.
I sit on a log, closing my eyes and hearing the world around me, I hear
everything.
The birds and the animals come close because they know
I am not a threat to them.
I am just nothing in this big world that we call life.
Living life day by day, the world becoming better and worse.
All the different people around helping and making it different, all at the
same time
I become one and in tune with nature and the things in it.
Feeling the light and the quietness.
Smelling the fresh air that has not been hit by the pollution that is
everywhere, but not here.
I don't know why but you just can hear and smell and even feel it you just
know that this one spot
Where I am right now is safe.
This one place I can be with everything.

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I am
By: Hannah Goldberg

I am different
I wonder if the trees can hear
I hear the squirrel's chatter
I see the last rays of a blood red sun
I want to be to climb any tree
I am not what you think

I pretend to be someone else
I feel the cool wind in the tree
I touch the bark and know
I have someone who listens
I worry about the completion of my goals
I cry over the loss of trust

I understand the ways of some people
I say what I know
I dream of the future
I try to know more
I hope to be myself
I am as the wind goes

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Summer

painting nails
on heated days
chlorine wafts
through tender nostrils
mid summers day dream
of escape to the beach
is fufilled only by lawn chairs
abnd fresh cut grass
those sleepy days
where the sand is real-
no fake bake
only a color splashed
beach towel
and the bursting aromoa
of sea swept
salt

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I've Known Rivers
By: Alex Sutinen

I've known rivers.
I've known rivers that were clear and clean,
My heart has deepened like the river over time,
I've seen peaceful forests resting along the rivers,
I've heard water rushing past me,
I've felt the freezing water between my toes,
I've swelled the pine scent of trees near by,
I've tasted the fresh water,
I've known rivers,
Stunning lovely rivers,
My heart has deepened like the river over time.

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Brookside Poem
By: Hallie

Birds trill a cheerful melody
As I squish squash
Through
Ooey Gooey mud.
Dainty leaves ornament
Tall and lean trees.
Which gently follow
The sway of the Wind.
The Stream meanders by leisurely.
Regarding it's and only it's agenda.
The sun is like a giant
Magnet
Pulling me toward
It's warmth in the field.
I find myself following
The deep, impacted footsteps
Of a mischievous, masked raccoon
And wondering
What he was here for.
I sit down at the edge
Of the steep, sliding bank
And breathe in the rich smell
That is young Cottonwood.
The water here is calm
And restful
Waiting and Inviting
For someone to dive
lnto it's splendor.
So I do.

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