Monday, February 27, 2006

Warning: Bragging ahead

Avenue of Poplars by Vincent van Gogh



was Hannah's inspiration for this lovely poem


The trees are bare,
I feel the cold chill of the air but the
wind does not blow.
I hear no sound, the snow silences the sound.
The white make me feel as if
I am black with nowhere to hide.
The trees reach towards the heavens, but I feel
like I am the roots grasping down into the soil of despair.
Falling?
Perishing?
Growing?


Congrats to my dear Hannah who won 3rd place in our school's poetry writing contest!

8 comments:

Jessie said...

I love your poem Hannah!

Donna Boucher said...

Have you been to Wisconsin lately?

That's what your poem reminds me of.

Such a lovely poem Hannah!

Heather said...

Great poem Hannah!
Heath

Amy said...

That is beautiful! Amazing work. Congratulations, Hannah!

Aunt CIndy :) said...

WOW , Hannah! Keep up the great work!! Beautiful! :)

Lauren said...

That's really good Hannah!

hannah said...

Well, Lauren you came is second place. So you did great!

Lauren said...

Thanks!