Brittany Roker, a student at Harbor for a number
of years, left harbor two years ago when her family moved away. We just
learned that she has had a poem published in the Anthology of
Poetry by Young Americans, 2009 Edition.
"Ballad of the Fish
and the Bird"
by Brittany Roker, age 14
The time of year
the sun came out,
and summer had arrived.
A fish, he swam among
its home,
and a bird tried to hide.
The bird had watched over
the fish,
with hearts filled in its eyes.
She could not help but
stare, stare, stare,
not gazing, she would die.
The fish's
skin, so soft and smooth.
Its surface felt like glass.
He moved so
swift buy gracefully.
His fins moving so fast.
The bird
checked herself constantly,
impression was her goal.
She peeked
into the lake and blushed.
The fish had seen her so.
"Hello,"
he said under his breath,
trying to be polite.
"I noticed you were
watching me.
You are such a delight.
I hope to see you once
again,
my dearest little bird.
But, we are from different worlds.
I
know it seems absurd."
"Dear fish I know now in my heart,
that
life is filled with love.
We must have faith in our world,
and
live with patience of
The acceptance of our friendship,
from
others around us.
It will take days or many years,
but it is worth
the wait.
I love you so with all my heart,
and hope you do
the same.
Until next time we meet again,
I will love with much
pain."
The time of year the sun came out,
and summer had
arrived.
A fish, he swam among its home,
and a birt tried to hide.
The
bird had watched over the fish,
with hearts filled in its eyes.
She
could not help but stare, stare, stare,
not gazing, she would die.
The
bird's father had returned home,
from a long day at work.
He
noticed his daughter gawking,
and questioned with a smirk.
"Why
are you staring at the fish?
Oh wait don't answer that.
I have
witnessed that look before.
Sit here still like a cat."
The
father flew away from home,
and journeyed out to sea.
He was going
to get the fish,
and traveled with much glee.
The father
brought the fish back home,
his daughter loudly shrieked.
For the
father swallowed the fish,
and made his daughter weep.
"Oh
Father, I cannot believe,
you ate my one true love.
Even though he
is food to you,
to me, we were both doves.
He and I were
precious angels,
that floated in the sky.
Now I cannot gaze at
him, oh,
and this will make me die."
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