Woodland Concert
by Mary Atkinson
I walked the woods
alone
this morning
It was so quiet
I could hear pine needles
spin from the trees
and fall to the ground
And a red-tailed hawk
open and close his wings
as he sailed through the sky
Two squirrels chased each other
through tangled branches
their scratchy, scampering footsteps
woodland percussion
in a symphony of silence
Welcome!
My name is Mary Atkinson. I’m a poet and writer for children. I conduct lively, interactive poetry workshops in schools and libraries for children and teachers. Please take a look around my website! Read some poems.
If you have any questions, drop me a line. I enjoy connecting with students, teachers, and other writers who have read my poems, as well as those interested in hosting a school visit.
What’s new?
In January 2008 I graduated from Vermont College with an MFA in Writing for Children and Young Adults!
"My Brother and I and the World" appears in GOT GEOGRAPHY, a Lee Bennett Hopkins anthology. Visit my new Writing Friends page.
Poetry by Mary Atkinson
Staring Contest
The Master of Fireflies
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