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April 2014

Pandas rumbling
As the
Nerves rain
Dives into
A pond,
So the rain is safe.

© 2014 James N.
Wilson Elementary School
Jackson, WY
Grade 2

April 2014

Cherry Blossom Tree

Cherry blossom tree
a breeze blows
light pink petals brush past me

© 2014 Saskia M.
Valley School of Ligonier
Ligonier, PA
Grade 5

April 2014

The Buzzing Sound

I firmly hold the shiny golden instruments

I tighten my lips getting ready to blow

the buzzing sound resounds through the room

With every buzzing sound I make

I feel my burdens wash away

As I softly press the pistons

which make the buzzing sound

© 2014 Adaeze N.
Trailview Middle School
Mora, MN
Grade 6

April 2014

Closed Doors

I cry myself to sleep,
Just wishing it would stop.
Maybe tomorrow it will cease,
Then again maybe not.

You push me and you poke me,
You call me hurtful names.
To me it’s like a living hell,
To you it’s like fun and games.

Your heart is made of cold ice,
But it doesn’t even deserve that.
Mine was once a rainbow,
But you’ve molded it to a black hole.

I hate you; I hate everyone,
There is no one I can trust.
Are you proud of what you’ve done,
You’ve turned my soul into dust.

If there was a door I could open,
A simple path I could tread.
I don’t want to be stuck here forever,
In this endless spiral of dread.

© 2014 Tara R.
Secondary Learning Center
Seattle, WA
Grade 11

March 2014

The Beach

The beach is great
There’s nothing to hate
Seagulls fly
The waves never die
Whenever I go
We move slow
Waves crashing
Children bashing
I love the beach

© 2014 Molly O.
Hemenway Elementary School
Framingham, MA
Grade 3

March 2014

Early December

I wake up to celebrate our past
Looking out through my window I feel tremendously equal
Making my morning tea I feel the warmth between us
We remember early December

Playing at school knowing evil is far from us people
As I decorate my glittering snow flake making Christmas
two of our most treasured times of the month
We applaud in early December

Watching the churches pasture reminding us of the given peace to our land
I look around to see no one is staring at our skins, knowing it no longer matters
At supper when I can eat knowing I am secure
To those who fought I bow in early December

I feel the tips of my hair dancing with joy
The grin within my father as we walk to the square
The twinkling stars at my front porch as I say good bye to the days end
As I lay paralyzed by sleep in bed I say good-bye to early December

© 2014 Elizabeth R.
Escuela Campo Alegre
Caracas, Venezuela
Grade 7

March 2014

Red Cap (Wolf’s Perspective in Carol Ann Duffy’s “Little Red Cap”)

In the morrow’s light I took a stroll, once again on my own,
Down the fertile dirt path of my home, the forest
Was delicate, the green birch leaves, the sweet scented maple trees,
Till you came at last to the railway line, the edge, the last pine.
It was there where our eyes first clapped, the girl in the vermillion cap.

She stood on the hill dressed in her robe, curiosity arose.
My proudest verse, she responded in prose.
Such innocence! Such ignorance! Such thirst
For knowledge! In the interval, I made my presence clear,
Getting near, Pyrrha’s spear, young, fun, I offered a drink,

Her first. You might ask why. Here’s why. I was gullible.
The girl, I thought, was just like the rest,
An ignorant, easily manipulated, human pest.
I led her to my home, through the clustered mangroves
She crawled the trail. Her head near my tail.

We clung to each other till the dawn, my pawn,
Love poems in the air, the sheets, our hair,
Then she slipped from my grasp, found a bird – white dove -
She brought it in, a feast to commemorate our love;
Breakfast in bed, she said, and forced it down my throat.

What was this human girl worth to me?
I taught her my ways, begotten, not made,
Father to her trade. My books were our life;
They caused our final strife. Words brought us close,
She abandoned her prose.

I was Naïve back then – ten years at her side,
The forest turned dull, as did my hide.
The birds’ chirp seemed far-off in the tree tops,
And the rabbits, faster in their hop.
She leeched out of me all that she could

And once again, wore the red hood.
I smelt the willow’s blood as it wept,
And heard the salmon splash as it leapt, but did not expect
The axe, clean cut, one chop, from bottom to top.
She stuffed me with rocks, stitched me up.

No longer distraught, I sought her out.
She laid flowers on my lap, the girl in the blood red cap.

© 2014 Alex T.
Escuela Campo Alegre
Caracas, Venezuela
Grade 11

February 2014


I may seem silent
But inside I am screaming
I may be violent
But I call it dreaming

You can think
Whatever you want of me
But there are these problems
That you’ll never begin to see

You can laugh
I won’t cry
I’ll just silently scream
And wish to die

You can hit me
And say its fair
I just want to stop breathing
Because you’ll never care

Put me out of my misery
So I can act like
This pain was never there
It’s one life lost

A life full of rain
You’ll never know
What it’s going to cost
To finally erase my pain

© 2014 Robert M.
Beaufort Middle School
Beaufort SC
Grade 7

February 2014

Category 5

Katrina, Katrina
danced like a ballerina,
hit the Louisiana coast,
like a bewitching ghost
Katrina, Katrina
category 5,
you blew in from the south,
and changed all our lives,
Katrina, Katrina
you caused such misery,
you’ll always be a part of
our history

© 2014 Grace J.
Crawford Elementary School
Crawford CO
Grade 4

January 2014

True Death

I slowly kiss the lips of my once true love
Taking in the remaining essence of what was once his soul
My lips of red
His bone of white
It is as if he never left me

© 2014 Shay M.
Fredonia High School
Fredonia KS
Grade 11