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By Lexi P.
The calendar jumped to spring, however, spring seems a little lost.
Winter, never gone,
Summer, on hold.
Snow? Or crocuses? Or flip- flops? Spring, never a reliable season.
Suddenly a blizzard, then sidewalk tulips. Feels cold, shedding shorts until summer. Spring, wandering, lost, spring.
Then, now, summer turns up, as do the crocuses in the garden. People growing impatient for spring,
For spring to show.
Imagine
By Emerson L.
Imagine – it’s warm, and it’s spring. The magnolias and zinnias are flowering,
Butterflies in shades of pink and orange and red.
Imagine – it’s cold, chilly. Blizzards of deep white and blue.
Imagine – it’s warm, and it’s spring. Bright green sweet peas and sugar snap peas climbing the trellis.
Imagine – it’s cold, chilly. Snowing winter days when you are inside.
Imagine – it’s warm, and it’s spring. Tulips bloom with a coral-red color.
Imagine – colors, wild and crazy – riot.
Dinosaur blue, tulip pink, sunflower gold.
Crazy colors – fuchsia, lavender, chartreuse, scarlet, violet.
Imagine colors – the shade of a grape, a raspberry, or lemon-lime soda.
Deep red, inky violet, shades and hues unfailingly delightful, pleasing, happy, startling, amazing. Imagine.
Long Songs
By Jonathan M.
In music we use digital recorders,
Which writes notes in the right order
Mine once had so much mass
Listening took the whole class
So I then had to make it much shorter
