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.

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