Maia's poem

This is a poem Maia wrote for a poetry contest . The theme of the contest was "Hidden Nature."  The poem she submitted was illustrated, but I can't figure out how to get the illustrations onto this blog.

SMALL NATURE 

by

Maia Frost

 

Flowers can be big or small,

But if you look closely,

You will see it all.

 

With roots, stems, petals, and leaves

Even pollen, and seeds.

 

Look around.

 

They might be camouflaged,

But look.

You might see

Bees, butterflies,

and maybe dragonflies.

 

The stripes on bees are smaller than bees.

Butterflies’ eyes are big enough to see

You and me.

The dragonfly’s emotion

Can cause a commotion,

Even though it’s quite small.

 

The flower can be home to it all.

 

Morgan's poem

Morgan won first place in her age group at the West Roxbury Public Library poetry competition for this poem.  The theme of the poetry contest is "Hidden Nature."

Small Things

                                                                    by Morgana Frost

 

Small things,

Hidden away,

Behind the wall,

Next to the tree,

Waiting, waiting,

For someone

To discover their secrets.

 

Small things,

A snail with a spiral shell,

A flower with exactly twelve petals,

No more, no less.

A blackbird’s  feather,

A leaf the color of sunset,

Wanting, wanting,

To be found.

These secrets are shared.

 

 

Small things,

Things that are not cared for,

A mother wren’s old shell,

A fox’s blood on the soiled ground,

A blade of grass,

Waving, waving,

In the gentle breeze.

A small thing,

Waiting all it’s life,

For freedom.

Small things,

Yet there are others,

Such as who likes who,

Or what your friends say

Behind your back.

Needing, needing,

To be hidden.

These small secrets

Are not meant to be-

Or maybe do not want to be-

Shared.

 

But secrets,

Little things,

A cat with no tail,

A dog with a round bone,

Two identical flowers,

These small secrets,

Are meant to be shared.

They are waiting,

Now and forever,

For someone...

 

Is it you?