The Sky
By William Anderson
In the dark sky
The bright moon
Is King.
The grey clouds
Guard him
As if they are soldiers.
His arms are jagged
Like lightning
And he laughs
Like thunder
The sky is his mansion
He owns the night
The night is his.
Will has won first place in the Oregon State Poetry Association’s Student Poetry Contest (K–2 division)! I took him to get ice cream yesterday after school to celebrate. He is most excited about his cash prize and least excited about reading it aloud at the awards ceremony in May. I, on the other hand, cannot wait!