“Wildfire”
As the fire burns its deadly trail,
You hear the cries of children and fire trucks that wail,
Ashes to ash and dust to dust,
We enticed by its rust-like lust,
Stay standing there while flames engulf us all,
Yes this is how we all shall fall,
While the fire grows forever tall
The Sky is My Mirror
The darkness of the night sky mimics the emptiness within my soul,
The black of it as dark as coal.
The stars are my many, many tears,
Glittering and mirroring my fears.
Sadness surrounding, there is no escape.
Poetry by Lily Stone
Staff Member, Grade 8