Grace Catherine Welsh

Grace Catherine Welsh is a 7th grade student in Kentucky.
She loves poetry and is the youngest of five kids. One day she hopes to become
an anthropologist.

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Stormy Sky

Dark in a beautiful way.
Making a silhouette of the trees, bare in winter.
Building suspense,
Will it rain?
Will it pass?
Let the stormy sky do the talking.
It makes me feel sad in a happy sort of way.

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Firefly at Twilight  

There I stand in the summer twilight,
hands clutching tight a jar filled with fireflies.
I see a flash from the corner of my eye;
I run,
but the flash dims
and blinks again,
miles away.
Around me are the
bats flying,
crickets chirping,
and lightning bugs blinking.
The ones in my jar don't blink,
for they only move around.
I uncap the jar,
releasing the beautiful creatures
into the dim world around me.
There is a hesitant moment
before the fireflies take off;
their wings flutter rapidly,
but they wait
as if to say goodbye.
They twinkle again
and wait...
and wait...
and wait...
as they perform their light show,
and amaze the world.
Nothing brings a smile on my face
like a firefly at twilight.


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