Middle School: Second Place Winner


I see
a sea of gold
not poppies, daffodils, or marigolds
but fiddlesticks
a weed

Flowing down the hill
rippling in the wind
down to the creek bed
and then back up again

There are no flowers
this year
but i see them in my mind
a rush of golden memories
a treasure
that is mine

-- An M., 7th-8th Grade