April 1, 2012 by jrwatson5
Today I am different.
As I view an ant on a gentle leaf,
I feel as if I am strangely different.
I feel like the ant is normal, like
The paper would be a magnificent landscape
with ink and lead to be its grass and trees.
As the grass grows, the pencil works harder and
the same for shimmering green trees with
the red and fiery cardinals.
The spring brings flowers up like me on
a trampoline, the winter brings snowflakes like
a man that is parachuting, the summer brings
the sun like a giant fireball, and the fall
brings leaves like a blockade of fiery arrows.
As this beautiful paper world grows, I become
more unlike my past self. This is
always meaning that when my imagination
grows, everything grows with it.
By Alex, 5th grade
This poem is featured as part of the 2012 A Poem A Day campaign, a National Poetry Month celebration by Writers in the Schools (WITS) that features a different poem by a WITS student every day during April. Click here to learn more.