Meg, the Poetess

Meg has really been enjoying writing this year, too. We feel fortunate that she was assigned a teacher who loves literature as much as she does and who keeps up with her voracious reading. In December the class did a poetry unit and it tickled Meg's fancy to write similes and metaphors. She picked her favorite poem to "publish" with her artwork for the school walls.

I think that the italic font may be hard to read in the scan, so just in case, here it is again. I have elected to keep authenticity, and thus have not copy edited her poem for grammar, punctuation, etc.

A Poem For A Winter's Night

Where are the birds that come and go so freely in the summer months?
For bird song is the carol of the woods.
Where are the bright cheery flowers from spring?
The season where Christ saved us all.
Where are the brilliant crunches and colors of fall.
and that nice cheery wind that whisks the leaves away?
Instead of this biting cold one.
What is this gray sky, bare branches, and boring white blanketed ground?
Where are they? What is this?" I say
But I know it's Winter.
I hope for the ruby's of Fall.
I long for the petals of Spring.
I need the late black nights of summer.
But where are they?
What is this empty land only the songs of a few birds
And the crunch of snow and ice?
But it is kind of pretty how the ground sparkles
And wind and snow slowly yet swiftly drift through the trees to the ground.
So I guess I'll just appreciate it while I can
And look forward to the seasons, even winter.

- Meg VanAntwerp