Poem 2:

The Unknown

By Michelle Garren Flye

Golden leaf volumes

On dusty library shelves

Knowledge unembraced.

And from my youngest:

The Early Bloomer

By Jessica

Snowfall ends. 

But the trees still don’t have leaves.

No flowers yet bloomed.

Until one tulip pops up.

Tulips aren’t supposed to be up yet.

Oh well it is very beautiful.

The next day, it’s not there.

Oh no.

It was gone.

Forever and ever.

It inspired other tulips to grow, though.

Now there were millions.

Everyone loved that early flower.

Everyone loved that early bloomer.

(Inspired by tulip season)