National Poetry Month

KUT is partnering with Kealing Middle School, Austin Bat Cave writing center, and Fulmore Middle School to celebrate National Poetry Month. This April, we’re airing poems written by Austin creative writing students.

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Apr 25, 2017

Kenya


A busy, bustling place


My beautiful country


Oh, how I’ve missed you


Oh, how you’ve changed in these six years


Yet I remember the scent of heavy spices and roasted corn

The soft, crumbling ground after the rain


Everywhere you go people talking


To each other in community before my eyes


The complex beauty of languages twisted


Within each other resounding through the town


The rush of everyone with places to be


So many nights I have spent longing to be


With all of my true family

Hope and Dreams

Apr 25, 2017

Beams of light pierce the canopy of leaves

Dappling the forest floor with golden dots

A green ship arabesques through the air

Pirouetting and twirling around the spotlights

A dancer sails in and out of the light

Yawing and listing through the golden light

The birds sway and rustle

While the trees chirp and sing

Whispered secrets

I long to know

But my body betrays me

And I am content to

Sit beneath the shade of an old oak tree

With many a story of its own to tell

And hear them in my dreams.

The Long Road Home

Apr 25, 2017

Read by Sara Hickman

As I walk

I can feel the sun in my back,

Its flaming tendrils embracing me.

The road ahead is shimmering orange

And the road behind is burning bleak.

I can feel nothing but the heat

On my back; too afraid

To long for what I hope to reach.

I have traveled far,

But now I am going home

To the peace and quiet I once knew.

I see mountains and peaks in a blur.

I know this trip is longer still,

To where I once belonged and loved.

Where I'm From

Apr 25, 2017

Read by Ebony Stewart

I am from family

from Kate, Brian, Wesley, and Sam

I am from friends

who make me feel better

when I’m down

I am from hairpins and braids

And tall pecan trees

that I hug

like they’ll make everything perfect

I am from salad and dressing

from swimming pools and lemonade stands

I am from scissors and glue sticks

mistakes and triumphs

from “Go away” and “Quiet down”

I’m from overripe apples

that I used to give to my dog

until I learned they weren’t good for her

I’m from ice cream shops

that are sweet when it’s hot

I’m from soccer and kickball

running around the field from my dad

then my brother doing it too

In a room there is a drawer

full of old photographs and jewelry

that I look at as I wish

that my great-grandparents were still alive

I am from the love of my family

Who surround me.

Walking With My Eyes Open

Apr 21, 2017

Read by Zell Miller III

I’m walking
I see a lot of beautiful people
Everywhere I go
I see pretty trees
My delightful family
My favorite books, movies, and etc.
And the love of my life  right next to me
Then  Last but not least
I….I....I’ve done something
I really shouldn’t have done
I.…I....opened my eyes
Now I see dried up trees
My family is all sick and helpless
My books and all my favorites are all burned up
The love of my life died 
trying to save me from the fire 
And all the beautiful people disappeared.

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