Poetry and Pictures - Weather
JanuaryThey say a picture is worth a thousand words. But just what words?
We'd like to invite you to submit your own poem about this month's featured Weather image. Be as creative and expressive as you can! And check back next month to write another wonderful poem about a weather image.
by Belen, age 13, New Mexico
Not all poems rime, but they all speak an untold story. Words, like ghosts, reveal secrets. Secrets that only some hear. As the waves crash with the rocks, the ghosts lost at sea travel through the water of a river. Looking for the ones they left behind. Some of them are successful, others continue to roam the waters. But us mortals, can't see them. Just like we cannot stop to look at the beauties of this world. Wonders that hide when we look them. For, they are scared of what us humans have done. They may not be trees, but they do not want to be cut, hurt, and destroyed. Because our sin is hurting our home. The home that will one day be lost. Then we, we will be nothing more than ghosts.