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September 4, 2011
Fluids, Forces
By Sam Armstrong
Teen Scribe
The Water ran in lots of Places,
lollopped while the fishes’ faces
sought a fair respite
from teasing tides and
unrequited nights.
But the Motion burned them deep within
scathing silver scales and fins
leaping in their livestock veins
so shivers take the place of reigns
and rain will never touch this Place
we’ve made
The Liquid made a Home for them,
so better flats they soon condemned.
Living underwater
ruled by Forces heard
but never seen.
But the Ocean yearned to keep them in
paving ways by Whales skinned
Seeping in their livestock veins
so whispers take the place of change
and Pain will never touch this Place
we’ve made
The Water ran in lots of Places,
and for the Life of them,
the fishes never could
save Face.
August 25, 2011
Currents
By Sam
Armstrong
Teen
Scribe
The Wind
swept its soul across the town,
and
watched as the people
gave him
disgusted looks in passing.
He had
been around
long
enough
to know
that only small children
appreciated
his presence,
although
sidewalks occasionally
tipped
their worn hats
to his
methods of cleaning their many faces.
He had
been around
long
enough
to see how
raptors used his Currents
as an
agent when they snatched up prey,
and many
trees near homes meant his breath wasn’t wanted.
But what
were Homes to the Wind?
What was
Home to an Unseen?
He had
been around
long
enough
to
notice the times when he simply
wasn’t
there.
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