Writing Wild!
Looking Down and Looking Up Lydia Montague, Grade 8 Boise Looking Down I stand for a moment then look down, just look down, taking in the ground. There’s a lot more on the ground than I expected. Sure, at first it all just looks like a layer of brown mush and decaying leaves and sticks sitting dejectedly on the ground, but if you get a closer look, you can see a world that you might not of noticed before. I crouched down to examine the ground. Sticks and twigs of all different shades of brown were the first things I noticed, then, broken leaves of wilted green and drab brown. An ant scurried by, a leaf bigger than it was in its mouth. Looking Up I looked up, past the main trunk and reaching branches to the bright canopy of leaves far above where no one could possibly reach. Well, maybe the birds, but still…Anyway, I took in the leaves, their shape reminding me of the stars I loved to draw. The newest leaves were bright green, reaching forward proudly while the older ones almost seemed to sigh as the wind blew.
Above and Below Arianna LaChance, Grade 8 Boise The ground smelled musty compared to the fresh air. Rotting leaves cover the ground. It’s like they have their own world beneath the leaves. Dirt gives homes to a life force that in ways are stronger than the human race. As the leaves quiver in the wind, Birds soar overhead and the blue sky is almost cloudless. I hear the sound of feet hitting the ground and I know in between both worlds, the ground and the sky, is where I belong.
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