Finalist

 

Lark Song

 

What calls from this field barely stirring from its sleep?

Its sweet mellifluous, jubilant chiming can only be born of heaven!

But look,

It’s there,

Revealing itself in flight!

The song is,

For a heartbeat,

Lost,

Then found again,

As the wings pause to glide.

The fluid song now a twitter

Across the blushing skies.

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Margaret Chute, age 14

Wayzata, Minnesota

The Blake School

Teacher: Rachel Godlewski