| Through
the Eyes of Watching by: Aubrey Falkner
and Rachel Ring
I
love to watch the rays of sun
Play
on earth’s surface.
They
dance on the plains,
And
play in the forests,
Swim
in the rivers,
And
give us our diamonds on the ocean shores.
We
love to watch the autumn
Leaves
fall to earth's surface.
They
bring color before winter's song,
And
start the beginning of the end.
They
fly over us to give us our carpet of leaves.
Our
children love to watch the
Snow
flakes drift to earth's surface.
They
cover our everything
And
still manage to make it beautiful.
Gliding
to us from above they make us love and hug each other.
Our
children's children love to watch
The
flowers spring from earth's surface.
They
bring us joy and peace
And
make our world blossom in new color.
They
come in a variety
And
they spread everywhere like a quilt of our grandmothers'.
We
love to watch all these things
Drift
or fall to earth's surface,
But
most of all we love to watch
Our
children's children's children from above.
Me
by: Julie-Ann
Look
at me
What
do you see?
I
doubt it’s really me
Just
a fraction of me.
There’s
a lot that I don’t show.
I
hope you know
I
fear the dark
And
hope these words leave a mark.
What’s
inside?
I
do hide,
Not
intentionally,
But
I hope eventually
I
can be
Just
simply me.
No
words unspoken,
Doors
unopened,
No
things unsaid
Left
in my head.
Maybe
one day
You’ll
look at me
And
be able to see
Simply
put...ME!
The
Voice
by:
Megan Kelly
She
stays up late with a head rush,
Crying
from what happened that day.
A
beat, a slap, a hit, or a push,
She
tried to tell herself “come what may.”
Her
mother loves her but has uncontrollable rage,
Unaware
of what her real actions are.
It’s
like her daughter is stuck in a cage,
She’s
not allowed to drift very far.
The
girl keeps her emotions in,
Embarrassed
to let others know the truth.
She
loves her mother too much to tell her sin,
So
she hides away on the house roof.
Writing,
writing, writing she does all the nights,
And
one night with her radio on she finally made a choice.
She
cried and whispered to herself “no more fights,”
While
she heard a number from an undeceiving voice. |
The
Pianist
by: Mina
Riazi
The
Pianist takes a seat
As others loudly speak.
They
do not hear her enter the room.
She rests her long, strong fingers
On the pallid, pasty keys before her
And takes a large breath of air.
No one notices her, no one stares.
Her fingers begin to dance amongst the keys
And with every brisk move they form a melody
That hushes the bustling crowd behind her.
She closes her eyes and continues to play
Not noticing that everyone has stopped
What they had to say
Just to listen to her music.
The music fills the room like pungent perfume
As the Pianist continues to play.
So beautiful the sound.
So ethereal her motions.
When she has finished
The people begin to clap and cheer
And exalt the girl they once did not know was here.
They smile warmly down upon her.
No one else matters now.
The Pianist leaves her leather seat,
Stands up and takes a bow.
The
World of Books
by: Tori Dahl
In my life I live in two separate worlds,
One filled with family and friends, similar to yours.
But the other world I live in is that of the books,
Seeping with adventures and characters who can't be Judged
just by their looks.
The books I have read have carried me to far away places,
With kings or pirates and hundreds of new faces.
Now you may be thinking, "How strange, to be living in
stories,"
But don't judge too quickly, for in books, you can forget
all your worries.
Through books I have had a number of adventures,
Here are a few things about the places that I have ventured;
I have climbed Mount Mordor with Frodo and Sam at my side,
I have felt the joys of flight while on the back of a dragon
I glide.
I have grown into a woman beside Anne of Green Gables,
While learning some of life's lessons from Aesop's Fables.
I have performed magic and ridden a broom beside Harry,
Felt the swish of the pendulum in Poe's books that are dark
and scary.
I have done the backstroke in the
Mississippi with Tom and Huck,
And made plenty of mischief alongside Peregrin Took and Merry
Brandybuck.
I have joined King Arthur's court and fought against a Marlfox,
I've solved riddles and tasted green eggs and ham in a box.
I've visited these people and places, not one of them the
same,
I've been to many more, though far too many to name.
And through all these adventures, the main thing I've found,
Is that books open a world where the imagination can never
be bound.
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