The Dandelion Kyle Sheppard Grade 12
The Ladder Grace Whitmer Grade 12
The beast prowls in silence Unnoticed and unflinching With appetite ever growing Longing The Sun disappears Tormenting fear
The dandelions choke Victims of destruction Looking back at life Motionless With death forthcoming
On celestial streets Broken Searching for repair A glimmer of hope in the horizon Stolen in the night For mercy was not shown Yet constantly expected
Sacrifices or indulgences Clothe the beast in mystery Untamed fires bursting While heads turn in blindness Toward an uncaring pandemic Sweeping across the nation
I woke in the morning, The snow swiftly drifting, The children were sledding, The grandma was cooking The soup smell was wafting, The neighbors were coming, The fire was burning,
All was well. I woke in the evening, The snow was all melting, The children were crying, The kitchen was vacant, The soup was a memory, The neighbors all mourning, The fire was dying, All was not well.
The lilies once blooming Are dead or are hiding, The birds singing golden Will not come around, The camera noise clicking Is given to silence, The fire is just a mirage, The pantry is empty, The neighbors don’ t live Here anymore, The children they know, All is not well.
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