Ancient Language

The dragon's wings wave
across the brazen blue sky,
carving into the clouds
the story of the world
in the ancient tongue of fire.

On the ocean shore, the story
of the sea is written
along the cool brown sands
in the ancient language of water.

At High Noon the lurking shadow lingers
resting upon the green grassy glen.
A lazy comparison to the early morn,
when the swift shade swallow itself in swigs
in the ancient language of light.

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Thornton Blease, age 13
2009 Finalist
Stewartsville, New Jersey
Homeschool
Teacher: Valerie Blease