You might be wondering what has roused the Cruelest Month from its unfortuante hibernation. To answer, I have a few poems that I'd really like to share. The poets are Sarah Stofko and Tess Stofko (my nieces) who are in the 7th and 5th grades, respectively.
"The Artist's Eye" by Sarah Stofko
Able to see what is not there
Able to create a masterpiece out of nothing
Deep in the mind behind this treasure
Lays a hidden world longing to break free
And soon it will
It will shatter the bounds
Of fear and insecurity
The artist's eye will lead the way
On the path of success
On the path of discovery
On the path of creation
The eye lives on everyone waiting to lead the way
Weather it be directly used for what is considered art
Or if it is creating a home,
Some of these eyes
Are more recognizable
And others hide
They lurk just waiting for the right time
To show the mind behind it
A whole new world
An abstract world
More beautiful world
"Untitled" by Tess Stofko
Never to Understand
"I Don't Understand" by T.S.
I don't understand
Life is short, too short. How to canter, but not post.
Enjoy it! You can always, How to sit 'n trot.
Always enjoy it! To hard, so I mess it up.
No matter where the wind blows, While trying again and again
It matters not where you go. And again.
"Free Verse Three Word Poem!" by T.S.
I'm going to my Aunt Kimmie's Lunch, munch, play
In Goshen, New York Munch, play, talk
All weekend long I'll stay Play, talk, run
Doing the things we like to do, Talk, run, classroom
No grouchy adults in our way! Run, classroom, Bored.