Wheelbug Vol. 6 has released today! I know to many of you, this won't really matter at all, but this is a big deal around here. Wheelbug is the annual literary magazine published by my high school every April and May, and it was looking rather iffy that we'd even have one at all this year. Luckily, here we are, book in hand and poem on page! This is my last opportunity to have any of my work featured in the magazine, as I'll be graduating this Saturday. To commemorate the event, I'm sharing one of the poems that made it onto the pages of this most glorious magazine.
For those curious, I'll be posting pictures of the cover at some point this week, possibly even later today.
Without further interruption....
The Field is on Fire
The field is on fire!
The field is on fire!
Oh boy! Oh boy!
The field is on fire!
The flowers are burning
So warm and snuggly.
Their petals are toasting,
Their stems are roasting,
and the smells are so,
so,
sweet.
Such a sight
Such beauty
Such grace!
The way it dances from grass to tree.
The way it lights the night
as though it were the sun.
I enjoy these flames
And the tapestry they weave.
But then I remember,
With the matches in my hand,
That I am the artist.
The field is on fire!
Oh boy! Oh boy!
The field is on fire!
The flowers are burning
So warm and snuggly.
Their petals are toasting,
Their stems are roasting,
and the smells are so,
so,
sweet.
Such a sight
Such beauty
Such grace!
The way it dances from grass to tree.
The way it lights the night
as though it were the sun.
I enjoy these flames
And the tapestry they weave.
But then I remember,
With the matches in my hand,
That I am the artist.
