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Poetry Corner


I could taste the bitter cold night air on the tip of my tongue

I could hear the soft wind whispering in my ears

I could see the cotton white snowflakes gently falling to the ground

I could smell the sweet smell of hot chocolate which reminded me of

walking through a country store at Easter

I could feel the thin ice breaking beneath my feet like a shattering glass on a kitchen floor

That's how I knew it was winter.

-- Katherine Studley, Grand Island


Long Journey...

Hey you over there, under the moon and stars

Share; share your seat with me

I'm on a long, very long journey

I just can't wait to get to where I'm goiung

First I have to know where that is

All I know is I'm going on a long jounrye

I don't know how long it will take

After a month I'll need a break

Rest by day and walk by night

This is how I'll live my life

Would you like to come with me?

Be my companion, I could use your hand in my hand

Making a stand

All the way around the world...

Hey you over there under the moon and stars

Share your seat with me

I'm a tired person

And soon I'll be ready to go home.

-- Samantha Paonessa, Wilson Middle School

Young poets age 18 and under are invited to send their original poetry (20 lines or less) to NeXt Poetry Corner, Buffalo News, P.O. Box 100, Buffalo, N.Y. 14203. Poems should be typed and cannot be returned.

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