168
Words Work Wonders 2009
Ruining the Silence Hayden Cooper, Grade 5 Boise The silence of a moonlit sky broken by a baby crying. The silence of a squirrel running across the street. The silence of a classroom working. The silence before a loud question. The silence of a mourning dove, waiting on a tree branch. The silence before a twig snapping.
I Hear Nature Josie Englert, Grade 5 Boise I hear the rustle of wind in the tall trees and grasses, the low rumble of a truck as it meanders its way down the winding dirt road. I can hear the flowers talking to each other in their chipperish voices. They talk about the people that walk past everyday, and how they wish they would just go away and let them be. I hear the dull-colored sagebrush snoring, aware of nothing other than their colorful dreams. The sage never wakes up, it smells good for all of eternity. The pine trees seem to walk with me because they are everywhere I turn. I speak with nature when nature speaks with me.