Teen Poetry Contest Winner for 2006
Lincoln Junior High
School, grade 8
The land—this strange, foreign place—
bends and curves and twists and
with solitude, of course.
White is a fleeting illusion…
Underneath, the ground lies
dormant among those
deep, dark emerald trees
and those enigmatically obsidian
rocks, dashed with wispy cloud
The sky is insignificant
When clashing with those tall mountains.
They can’t seem to…