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Wednesday, January 29, 2025

Group Poem by Our Speller's Bookclub



  

Miller: Trees blowing in the sun and soft wind                                                             
Brynn: Blazing stars have me mesmerized
Brielle: Devon, I send you the image of a mother manatee swimming with her baby quietly. They are quiet like us.
Nadia: Water rolling over rocks. Rolling rolling
Sasha: Calming beach. Worry-free white sand with tall palm trees and a stunning look of the ocean.
Luke: like the tree of life because it has deep roots and the birds in my backyard - they r resilient and beautiful
Thomas: A beautiful sunset bringing hope for a new day. 
Aulton: I will picture a beautiful tree standing so tall and firm in nature. It's mycelium is a secret, but its power. The bark looks plain, but is its protection and is shielding nutrients. The branches search out the sun and drink the rays. I find it and lie beneath its shade for a rest and peace. The leaves rustle softly and I notice dimension and countless shades of green in the perfect structure of a grand tree. 
Fox: Best one is in the forest, it's green everywhere. Petals of bright colours are sprinkled in the green. The wind is blowing so everything is moving. 
 Aiden: Think of grass swaying ❤️
Moritz: My image is of some lovely rurus  (owls) sitting in a tree at night, they are calling out you so that you are feeling safe 
Luke: cardinals and blue birds and woodpeckers! 
Pablo: I would think of the pond (from the book). So much hard work , so many problems , but she had a goal.  Maybe it was not perfect, understanding came with time, feelings changed. It was hard, then it was peaceful and she did the work with love
          

Wednesday, January 22, 2025

Unwanted Visitor at the Red Light by Aiden Levy

 

 

His putrid stench fills my nose and makes my eyes water.

He grabs my intestines, squeezes my lungs. 

Inescapable, unavoidable, his reek robs me of my appetite. 

I long for the light to turn. 

Loathsome sulfur knows no boundaries, shows no mercy.

How do the farmers tolerate his repulsion?

I wish for the pleasant banality of an odorless voyage, but the road trip has just begun.

Time crawls in his foul presence, seconds stretch into centuries, the red light showing no pity. 

Finally, sweet merciful green. 

We speed off, leaving him to hijack another victim.

Hours left to go.