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!
6 comments:
I love your poem Hannah!
Have you been to Wisconsin lately?
That's what your poem reminds me of.
Such a lovely poem Hannah!
Great poem Hannah!
Heath
That is beautiful! Amazing work. Congratulations, Hannah!
WOW , Hannah! Keep up the great work!! Beautiful! :)
Well, Lauren you came is second place. So you did great!
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