A Poem A DayI hear
the air conditioner.
It flows like the
wind. It calms me
to sleep. When it
stops I wake up.
It no longer blows
through the vents.
I get used to
this stillness in
about 30 minutes.
I hear
my dog crying
at night. I don’t
Know why he cries. I guess
it’s his loneliness. So
I call his name:
Chewy. And he
stops and goes
to sleep. Again,
stillness.
by Marco, 6th Grade
photo by Vanessa Guzan via flick
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Comments
Robin,
Not sure if you will remember me from long ago days in Iowa. But I recently met Mira Rosenthal up at MacDowell and she suggested I get in touch with you re: a new literary journal I have started at MIT. I am trying to get kids involved with it and she said that is up your alley these days.
All best,
Andrea