Page 9 - The Muse 2019-20 Issue

Autumn Grass
Leaves, Green, Vibrant Splendid, Supple, Scented Grass Falling, Changing, Turning
A crisp feeling in the air
Under my bare-naked feet
It takes over...
Tree lined suburban streets are decorated With triangles and pointy edges
Scattered
Over the dark, cracked cement
Until I walk
CRUNCH...CRUNCH...CRUNCH
Lingering leaves and grand grass beneath my feet...
Inviting piles build up
Higher! Higher! Higher!
Upon the gorgeous green blades of grass Leaves cover it
Yet, my feet reach the grass below Squealing kids come running
And we...
Jump on in!
-Chloe Lyon, Grade 7
Papers
Crisp and white with fine lines Neatly in a stack
Scribbled all over with lots of colors What a mess of this pack.
Scrunched into a little ball And gently tossed away. Picked up with a gust of wind, And I slowly fly away.
Over the hilltops through the clouds, Such a sight to see.
I come to land in a puddle,
The colors fade from me.
-Jemma McKenzie, Grade 7
Tá mé i ngrá leat – I Love You
To love is to lose
You never know when it’s the end,
Till it is.
The love ceases to exist.
It’s like the red string that connects the two was cut.
To lose love
When you still love-
That may be the hardest loss,
For your side of the red string is still intact;
Your someone cut you lose and tied you to a rock.
You’re left alone, with no shoulder to cry on. Just alone.
But, your string never disappears. Someone’s still on the other side.
They’re waiting for you to realize they’re still there.
They’ll open their arms and break your fall.
You just have to know,
That until you find the person that string is attached to, You’re going to be hurt and dragged through the dirt. They’re still there.
-Siena McKelvey, Grade 7
Blue Ribbon
Chloe Lyon, Grade 7
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