Poems copyright © their respective authors, 2021.

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QUILL AND BONES

Poetry from students at Star Academy, Spring 2021

IMAGINATION

Nothing could be better than an imagination, 

which is quite a delightful sensation.

You can create anything you want; 

if you want to learn more, go ask your Aunt.

With the power of imagining 

you can make drawings and stories, 

and publish them on paper. 

People actually get paid for that.     

                                                                      - L.D.C.

Lovely apple taste.

Crispy, juicy, red flower.

I adore apples.             -C.D.

Getting some fresh air

outside in the front yard

it is super hot.      -J.E.

Snow in the forest

we sled in the white ice

throwing the snowballs.      -J.E.

Great blue and white all the time. The beautiful houses are great there.

Red, the color of some houses at this location in the world.

Exuberantly beautiful, always showing the beauty of what mother nature created 

Extraordinary, like always breathtaking, a variety of sounds, colors, and sights.

Nature, always nothing boring for nature up there.

Land, the land is always icy and watery, ice and watery the main words describing this location.
Amount of green is very little in this country,
Nourishing the people in this location every year, but even now, the population is going down
Due to global warming. A parka is a great example of clothing that should be worn up there.

                                                            -B.M.

I saw rain and it sounded like pebbles pelting the earth

I heard lightning striking the ground with a boom

I ran for my life

When all of a sudden

White lightning struck me

A flash that made me drop my umbrella.

RAINSTORM

- A.S.

- I.M.

Silent dark midnight forest 

Scream in the air and the dark

Then it is silent again

My heart is a spirit hiding in a forest, 

walking endlessly,

feeling like there is no one I can find 

in a maze of different plants, trees, animals 

always waiting to greet  

me.

String in the cities

washed 

away by 

the quietness of the path 

of harmony.                     - I.M.

IF MY DEER COULD TALK

One of my deer, her name is Buggaboo, 

She gets very hungry, it is true,

So starved, she's so sassy, but I don’t take offense. 

When I am too slow she will kick the fence,

And if she could answer she’d probably groan and moan. 

 She would also call me on the phone.                   - M.V.

GOAT YOGA

The goat on my back, her name was Tinkerbell. 

She was trying to balance on me very well.

Some people say it feels like a massage when she walks, 

but to me it felt weird and uncomfortable to talk. 

The only thing I thought: I hope I don't drop Tinkerbell.

I don’t think that would end very well.               -M.V.

ODE TO GRACE

Grace, you will do anything

I ask you to do 

I like that you are dark bay 

when you trot it's not 

bouncy but smooth

you have a boyfriend 

who is a cutting horse,

who works with cattle,

and I love it 

when you flare your nose at me.

I love it when I ride you. 

-A.V.

UNTITLED

Grace is living her best life

out in a field with Mr. Chunky Monkey.

Grace tried to kill my neighbor's pig. 

She hates the sound of rain in the barn. 

Harley nibbled on Grace's butt, 

and Grace put her foot up to kick him.     -A.V.

FEAR LIKE A DRUM

My heart is beating like a drum 

becoming louder and louder      each second 

like the music in a scary movie

the anxiety inside of me 

going deeper 

knife striking towards my chest.

-J.L.

Orange, you are spectacular, 

like a thousand shooting stars in the sky.

Whenever I’m feeling happy, I think of you. 

Maybe you’ll do the same for me too. 

Oh, orange, you 

just make the world so bold 

and always do what you are told.

Whenever things down here go wrong 

you'll always make me feel strong.                 -L.D.C.

ODE TO ORANGE

MIDNIGHT CAT

A cat walks on a midnight path

unknown under a starlit sky. 

You are hiding 

a secret that few know.

Why do you have fur 

as soft as a cloud in 

the sky as you're

quietly walking outside 

on a midnight path 

in an ocean of warmth?

I.M.

OWLS

Owls are an omen, but wise, 

like a statue in an ancient 

city’s library, reading about 

its history. 

Your feathers are glowing in

the sun or the moonlight, 

flying like stars in the night, 

empty in your eyes like an ocean 

at the deepest part.

                                     - I.M.