YWP: Spring awakens and writing pushes up through the earth

Age 15, Thetford
Monday, April 22, 2019

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This week, we present responses to the following challenge: Awakening. Spring is a time of rebirth and nature kicking in for its big show. Write a poem or story about a plant, animal or creature, real or imagined, coming to life.

Spring symphony

By Gretta Koppers

Age 15, Thetford

The wind whistles — it’s the flute.

The birds sing — it sounds like a choir.

The branches rustle — they are the tambourines.

The squirrels pitter-patter — they are the drums.

The rooster calls — it’s the trumpet.

Together, nature is a song.

The sun shines, the lights have turned on.

The large body of water carries voices like a mic.

The rocks bump down the stream to the sound of applause.

Together, nature is a stage,

and the animals and elements create a symphony.


By Jessie Parent

Age 17, Topsham, Vt.

As winter ends,

and the snow begins to melt,

I prepare to show myself.

I start as a seed the size of a freckle.

With the perfect amount of water,

and a little sunlight,

I begin to sprout.

Small leaves show as my stem grows.

I am surrounded by bleeding hearts and forget-me-nots,

barely identifiable.

And then I truly begin to blossom.

My stem grows past the forget-me-nots,

past the bleeding hearts,

past every other flower in the garden,

until I’m a hundred feet above the ground.

I am a giant rose,

surrounded by infinite color.

I stand taller than the man who planted me,

taller than the house he built with his wife,

taller than the hill that sits in the background.

I sway with the wind,

afraid to fall all the way down.

Still, I am stable.

Still, I am powerful.

And through it all,

I remain a seed the size of a freckle.

Cherry blossom

By Lauren Wright

Age 17, Bradford, Vt.

The melting snow seeps into the ground

and turns the grass into an earthy green.

I begin to stretch and extend my arms.

Every day I feel a little less stiff.

I notice my friend’s bushy, deep-green hair

has grown since I last saw it,

and another has sprouted more freckles.

The veins in my hands have become stronger.

Hopefully this year I’ll set the record

for who can stand against the wind the longest.

The sun starts to feel warmer,

and my skin turns a lighter pink.

It’s harvest season for the bees,

and this year they have more than usual in training.

Mom tells me it’s going to be a long season,

“So watch out for the slimy hands —

they like to put everything in their mouths.”

I can now feel warmth even in the shade,

and the children’s smiles look brighter each day.

Summer will be here soon.

It’s springtime once again

By Leah Wheeler

Age 15, West Newbury, Vt.

Snow-white blossoms give way

to growing green apples,

which, in turn, will grow into healthy red ones.

Robins dance and sing happily

as they search tediously for worms.

Red squirrels giggle with excitement

as they play and chase each other.

Lilies pop up from the ground,

ready to grow into lovely flowers once more.

Trees begin to bud,

and the sun shines a little brighter every day.

The snow that has blanketed the ground all winter long

begins to melt and seep into the softened earth.

Spring reminds the Earth and its inhabitants

of renewal — of rebirth.