The Mountain*
The Mountain I was on a high mountain, a high one in the Adirondacks, so high I couldn’t see anything below, it was just like white beneath me. I was so high that there was really no oxygen in the sky. A rocky mountain I was on, nothing I could see, just nothing below like in the middle of nowhere. I screamed. It just echoed. The sun I could see again, but not for long. T.R., Gr 3, Akron, NY
*A poem by a young poet I worked with this year at Akron Elementary. In a 40 minute period, students typically have 10-15 minutes to write after I set up the prompt. Many of us could not work as quickly or as well with those constraints.
Sherry Robbins 