ThisIsMyLetterToTheWorld

She was like a goddess. Her clothing mirrored her body, her body mirroring her love and affection for the town she ruled over, those rules burning in a bright flame. A flame as bright as a red rose. Her hair wasn’t very vibrant, like pink.

It was my fault completely

I’ll say that much

But to my defense it was July

And I don’t do much thinking in July

I don’t meet many deadlines in July

They told me that my school email would die in July

Nighttime: 

My eyes drooping.

The night sky, black as paint.

The nocturnal still venture out in 

these ungodly hours. 

By Edie Taylor, 10, Montpelier, submitted by Lauren Chabot, Main Street Middle School

“Why do the small things matter to you?”

I’ve never been asked this question, 

but I’ve thought about it numerous times. 

Why do they?