Hidden

Poems can hide,
Waiting in the shadows dancing under the trees.
Poems can take flight,
Alighing on the wing beats of a bird.
Open your ears,
They hide on the wind’s whispered breath.
Listen,
They hide in the rain’s gentle requiem.
Take care and listen close,
They hide in the heart’s hidden song.
Look close,
They write themselves in the soul.
Watch,
They hide in the colors of the sunrise.
Poems can hide,
Finding them can be hard.
Put yourself in their way,
They are waiting.

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Kathryn West, age 15
Baton Rouge, Louisiana
Louisiana State University Lab School
Teacher: Connie McDonald (2006 ROW Teacher of the Year)