A bitter walk
So worth the chill
To set foot on snow
Already dirtied by
many boots
Yet arousing memories
of snows passed
Peace in the mountains
Beauty in the eyes
The memory shall
remain until we
can return again.
by Melanie (age 16)
A bitter walk
So worth the chill
To set foot on snow
Already dirtied by
many boots
Yet arousing memories
of snows passed
Peace in the mountains
Beauty in the eyes
The memory shall
remain until we
can return again.
by Melanie (age 16)
Faint and hard to
follow, we trod the
light trail
Bright and welcoming
is the warm sun
The re-birth of spring
is in the fresh air
We inhale the sweet
scent of a new
beginning and a new
year.
by Melanie (age 15)
A forgetful day
I do not remember it
That is too bad, darn
A haiku, by Melanie (age 15)
A faint trail
Hard to follow
Pushing aside bushes
But then the real
trail appears
Ahh, no more scratches
on our arms
We hike on to
Chicken Point
Chicken Point? Why?
Oh well, it is a
great view of
the beautiful
Sedona wilderness
by Melanie (age 14)