MY STORY
Emily Fieber is currently a Junior at Redwood High School. She was born and raised in Marin County and enjoys spending time with her friends and family. In her free time, she loves going on hikes and runs by the bay as well as preparing new dishes in the kitchen. This past year, she has enjoyed finding a new way to express herself in the midst of the pandemic: finding a new love for art and poetry.
PORTFOLIO OF WORK
THE DAY THE WORLD TURNED ORANGE
Fire strikes
Trees homes buildings
Burn
People flee just like Pompeii
Big black smoke chokes the sky
No clean air in sight
The red sun glows down upon us
As we sit inside and wait hopefully
Nowhere to go
Nowhere to be
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Ash falls from the sky
As fast as evening falls
On a winter night
Home is where we stay
Since safety is now king.
SOAR
I am active,
In a world where I run free,
Soaring like a bird in the wind.
Away from anger, away from stress, away from society.
I feel the rocks press into the soles of my feet
As the dust kicks up behind me.
I smell salt in the fresh air,
Hear the waves crash,
And feel the strong cold wind.
Ships bob up and down on the sea;
Adventure awaits.
Beaches, cities, and towns to explore.
Alone in the tall city,
I stand.
Towers the size of Half Dome loom over me.
Rocks sit above the valley,
And water streams down the slippery granite.
I feel the water droplets hit my hair.
I hear the chatter of classmates in the air.
The large white boat churns;
Water cascades and splashes down.
I see glimpses of the past.
Maid of the Mist sits full of memories at last.
Ancestry is woven into the large grassy fields.
Music plays; I hear the sound of Grandpa’s fiddle.
Houses are stacked with turf,
Fields lined with rich green grass and sheep.
I see the shamrocks;
I feel the Irish green beneath me,
And smell the fresh bread around the corner.
Chicken sizzles on the pan.
I smell the fresh herbs in the air.
Spicy salsa lines the table.
I see the rainbow, green, red, orange,
The family gathers in the crowded room.
I am warm and full of joy.
My bed awaits through the door.
I close my eyes,
And await the next adventure even more.
EVENING SONG
Leaves flutter in the cool breeze from red to green.Â
The sparkling sun glistens through the branches in betweenÂ
Birds sing as the day slowly turns to night,
And the blue jay comes and goes in his flight.
Branches rustle, engines roar.Â
footsteps settle at the neighbor’s door.Â
The smell of dinner in the air.Â
The day drifts away as soft as a prayer.
THE MEANING OF POETRY
A poem is a piece of literature that speaks to the reader, and although it may not always relate directly to the reader’s life, it provides a new perspective or knowledge on a subject. A poem can tell a story, or describe a moment that is significant to the speaker. The use of literary devices helps to paint a picture in the reader's mind and leaves the reader with a lasting, impactful message.