Wednesday, August 19, 2009

The Lake- circa 6th/7th grade

The Lake
Tonight the rain is falling

into the lake.

The tender haze rests on top

of the dark majestic water.

The droplets of rain land on the lake,

making a pattern

Then slowly join the flow.

The trees seem to bend in reverence to the black sky.

Though no stars shine,

no stars are needed

For the darkness defines itself.

Mikaella Bruce


  1. The label is great. I liked the poem it seemed relaxing and flowed well.

  2. Mhm. I wrote it in a flurry. We were in the car on a dark rainy night and I saw the lake as we crossed a bridge and I yelled, "Turn on the light! I need a pen! I need to write!"


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