The Cycle of the Twig
by Ocie Barton, age 14
Whirling storm fells a tree
Blows old bird nest to pieces
Twigs scatter throughout the wind
Lose each other, some break apart
Wind carries twigs to forest
Mother Bird snatches twig from wind
Adds it to her nest where eggs lie
Baby birds hatch grow and fly
Leave the nest and twig behind
Storm comes again, destroys empty nest
Twig once again carried by wind
New Mother Bird takes a twig
Adds it to a nest once more
And so the cycle never ends
Ceiling Fan
by Ocie Barton, age 14
Fills the roof even when small
Can create a tiny breeze or tremendous hurricane
Some are noisy, others quiet as a mouse
All create soft whistling whirling lullaby
Spins into a rapid blur or slows enough to count the paddles
Some have a bright sun of light in the middle
Often bears dangling silver strings of power
Creates a blizzard that will not destroy
Ceiling wind tickles against the skin, light as a feather
Sometimes four petal-like paddles, sometimes five
Can move things around without a touch
A whirling twirling piece of delight
A ceiling fan is a wondrous thing
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