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Branches of my youth
By Madeleine Connery, 16, Shelburne, VT
My tree is a razor-sharp memory
Sticky pine and strong, safe trunk
Perched on the edge of a forgotten home
Which all my love has sunk -
A tree from lost generations
By Suhanee Mitragotri, 17, Lexington, MA
Great
great
great
grandparents walked the homeland.
Their footprints were artifacts in the wet mud,
memories of a time -
One Tree Island
By Ella Cisz, 13, Waterbury, VT
Alone you stand on your tiny island of weathered grey rock
Surrounded by immense calm water
A mirror provided for the sky to admire its reflection in -
Why does a willow?
By Jadyn Mardy, 18, Hempstead, NY
Why does a willow bend upside down,
Its branches floating by the ground,
Instead of reaching for the sky?
Who made it droop so low?
'Twas I. -
Memories of the maple
By Jaxson DeCelle, 9, Middletown Springs, VT -
If you can get up, you can get down:
By Gaia Lenox, 16, Cambridge, VT
Have you ever had sour
cherries?
They're an angry fruit
that stings your throat
and boils in your stomach