This past week in my sophomore English class, the students read poems by Amy Lowell and William Carlos Williams. I gave them the assignment to write about either a pond or a wheelbarrow. At first, they thought I had lost my mind. However, several decided they would like their poems published on this blog. The following are three poems the students asked me to publish:
The Pond
The frogs croak
quietly in the night
waiting for food
to come by.
The water shimmers
in the moonlight
like a lighthouse
to the ocean.
When you think of
the pond,
think of the beautiful
creatures that live
in it.
Author: Ali Matthews
Pond
Sittin in a pond,
watching the frogs jump by,
the fish sing
bloop! bloop!! bloop!!
Author: Skylee Isham
The Wheelbarrow
Behind my fence
sits a green wheel barrow.
It has been used many times,
but still looks brand new.
The wheelbarrow has sat through
all sorts of weather, and it
still works like a charm.
Author: Taylor Shugart









The world at large might view artists and writers as free spirits rocking la vie bohème, but creative people know that it’s much more complicated than that, especially if we’re striving to earn even a modest living from our work. As a writer, I often fall into the trap of measuring my success or failure on factors completely beyond my control, such as the ups and downs of a fickle book buying market.
