I’m Rivers Baird, a senior at Seabreeze High School. Next year I will go to Florida State University; Go Noles! I love reading books and doing calculus. If I were an animal I’d be a Koala- sweet looking but vicious up close. My secret is that I love making weird food combinations, like Doritos and melted chocolate- don’t knock it until you try it! Stay positive and smile often.
Children's Poem
The Sky
By: Rivers Baird
Here is to the rising sun, that shines and blinds and gets its job done,
but where is the shade when the sun gets too hot?
it’s never around when I need a cool spot.
As the bright sun sets to dusk I wonder what shape the moon will take:
Waxing or waning,
Crescent or full.
I love to watch all the stars and
always hope that I can see Mars.
I close my eyes and count some sheep,
imagining how the world would be if the sun and moon where to meet:
Would they shake hands and chat about the weather?
Or would they start a fight about when is the best time to be in the sky?
Soon enough I fall asleep,
dreaming dreams of cloudy skies that block the sun from shining bright,
I listen to the rain pour loudly,
and pour some more,
and more,
until it can pour no more.
And there, at last, a rainbow appears,
Barely there but enough for me.
To read more of River's work, click here.
Children's Poem
The Sky
By: Rivers Baird
Here is to the rising sun, that shines and blinds and gets its job done,
but where is the shade when the sun gets too hot?
it’s never around when I need a cool spot.
As the bright sun sets to dusk I wonder what shape the moon will take:
Waxing or waning,
Crescent or full.
I love to watch all the stars and
always hope that I can see Mars.
I close my eyes and count some sheep,
imagining how the world would be if the sun and moon where to meet:
Would they shake hands and chat about the weather?
Or would they start a fight about when is the best time to be in the sky?
Soon enough I fall asleep,
dreaming dreams of cloudy skies that block the sun from shining bright,
I listen to the rain pour loudly,
and pour some more,
and more,
until it can pour no more.
And there, at last, a rainbow appears,
Barely there but enough for me.
To read more of River's work, click here.