I found this poem by chance yesterday; it was posted on a wall in a middle school:*
by Valerie Worth
While we know they are enormous suns,
Gold lashing fire oceans, seas of heavy silverflame,
They look as though they could be
Swept down and heaped, cold crystal
Sparks, in one cupped palm.
*After further research, I have discovered that the poem was not written by one of the schoolchildren, but I still liked it, and I appreciated the fact that it was enjoyed by the students.
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