What’s That ?What’s That ?A PowerPoint of PoemsA PowerPoint of Poems

By Wesley gallantBy Wesley gallant

You Can’t Write a Poem About You Can’t Write a Poem About NothingNothing

You can’t write a poem about nothingYou can’t write a poem about nothingIt ’s just simply too hardIt ’s just simply too hardthere's nothing to write aboutthere's nothing to write aboutthere's nothing in nothingthere's nothing in nothingits all white and blankits all white and blankit can't be clearit can't be clearbecause that would be somethingbecause that would be somethingbut isn't everything I just saidbut isn't everything I just saidsomething about nothing?something about nothing?

Where I 'm FromWhere I 'm From

I am from SherbornI am from Sherbornwhere DSMS iswhere DSMS iswhere people do lots of sportswhere people do lots of sportswhere Maine is a popular where Maine is a popular

vacation spotvacation spotfor skiing and swimmingfor skiing and swimmingwhere the weather changes where the weather changes

every 5 minutesevery 5 minuteswhere it 's winter and summer,where it 's winter and summer,fal l and springfal l and springeveryone knows everyoneeveryone knows everyonepeople are always fr iendlypeople are always fr iendly  I am from SherbornI am from Sherborna small town near a big citya small town near a big city

What's That?What's That?

He sleeps peacefully near the doorHe sleeps peacefully near the doorWhat's that?What's that?Something's outsideSomething's outsideHe can hear it, smell itHe can hear it, smell itHe's crazy and wild at the doorHe's crazy and wild at the doorwanting to bewanting to belet outlet outsmells it near the shedsmells it near the shedgoes outsidegoes outsidehe's never seen it beforehe's never seen it beforeIt’s aIt’s aBag of dirtBag of dirtDumboDumbo

My Dog Bosco

Homemade Swimming Homemade Swimming HoleHole

By Michael StoltzBy Michael Stoltz I clamber up the ladder,I clamber up the ladder,

its cold metal barsits cold metal barsslipperyslipperyfrom previous jumps.from previous jumps.I grab the soft white ropeI grab the soft white ropehigh in hand,high in hand,pick up my feet,pick up my feet,and time stopsand time stopsbefore I plunge before I plunge into chocolate water.into chocolate water.Seconds laterSeconds laterI resurface.I resurface.Moist evening airMoist evening airsurrounds me surrounds me as I float on my back,as I float on my back,bewitchedbewitchedby a darkening sky.by a darkening sky.I am twelve.I am twelve.There is no better placeThere is no better placeon Earthon Earth