Young Writer’s Project: School 2020

Age 15, Thetford Center
Published: 11/2/2020 8:47:53 PM
Modified: 11/2/2020 8:53:10 PM

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This week, we present responses to the following challenges:

School2020. Well, it’s here – school’s back. Write about your experience as the pandemic continues. Compare this year to other “normal” years. What has changed or remains the same as last spring?

Sunset. Watch the sunset at dusk and write a poem, take pictures, or create a piece of art inspired by it, rendering as much vivid description or detail as possible.

General Writing

Prompt: School2020

Welcome back!

SHISI DAI

Age 15, Thetford Center

Welcome,

for being healthy and bringing hope.

Welcome,

for being patient and respecting rules.

Welcome,

for being positive and trusting the school.

We had gotten tired of coming here,

but now we are ecstatic to have the opportunity to be here.

Instead of remote learning,

we can physically step into the classroom.

A beam of light sweeps over us by the window from morning till noon.

My friends say they will come back soon.

Six feet, six feet,

we stay apart but we are close in our hearts.

Masks, masks,

our own safety is worn

so nobody’s forlorn.

Hey guys,

this is a thank you.

Pay attention to your health,

and have a nice year!

Prompt: Sunset

Sinking away

MADELYN DURKEE

Age 15, Thetford

The sky started a pastel blue.

White clouds drifted by,

peering through green branches.

Mountains faded ahead.

Crickets filled the air with noise;

they left no room for other sounds.

The air was alive, but still

the sun fell behind the treetops.

Pale orange streaked the sky.

Slowly orange shifted to red

and red faded to purple.

Darkness began to drift down.

The sun didn’t set a fire;

it left its colors quietly.

It sank into the darkness,

sank away as if underwater.

Prompt: General

Give me words

Eden Anne Bauer

Age 16, Hanover

Give me words,

those glittering consonants,

syllables rolling off your tongue,

phrases rising and falling

like ocean waves,

rushing to your point on the shore

before they pull back

and rush away.

Give me words,

tell me how the world works,

why the sky is blue,

why I miss you.

Please give me words,

tell me it's going to

be okay,

that

we will see another day,

that tomorrow will be

brighter and better than we

ever could have hoped.

Give me so many words

that I fill up like a balloon,

and drift up and up and up

and up

into that impossibly beautiful

blue sky,

then grab my hand

and pull me back down

to reality.

Give me words –

I need them to

live, to breathe.

Give me words –

I need them

to be me.




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