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December 12, 2016
Jen Melitski, teacher
Nike is victory,
Gilded wings on a deity.
Flown over from Paris France
With wings that give a great dance.
Nike is glory
Nike is power
Nike is speed and strength.
From Greece I came with a stop at the Louvre
I have seen battlefields, been called to celebrate great wins.
And, now I stand in a window… guarding and watching and wai...
July 22, 2016
Aaron Swartz, age 15
Never quite here or there
Intangible but perceivable
Beyond the facade
The gaudy colors are nothing more than illusion
The blackness is real
The darkness stands tall
Nearly hidden but always present
The facade is of no use
As good as a twisted soul behind a pretty face
Dominic Sullivan, age 14
I come to a place
I find more than that.
I find help and new-found knowledge.
Friends worth talking to and sharing with.
I mainly found courage to start writing again.
I hope others do more than me,
even more than I can imagine.
to the “Courageous Writers”.
Sometimes I hear
Sharan Sekhon, age 14
Drip, Drip, Drip
Drip, Drip, drip
A memory of
A rainy day with people
Running for cover
Is all that is left
Squeaky floorboards and tattered sheets
Long ago the stories that are told
Were stories that were lived
Long ago glass windows
Barring you from entering the room
The dusty ghosts of the past
Hanna Ranis, age 11
A forgotten friend lies, reunited with former glory.
A winter night, rain pattering on the roof, like an old friend calling, reminding you of forgotten days.
An aisle, fit for a bride, clothed in lush, leafy emerald. Cream and saffron dotting it all.
A winter night, rain patt...
Amelia Pozniak, Age 12
A new light
Our freedoms horoscope
Freed us from all of our wrongs
A brave man
Who kept true
To all of his promises, through and through
Now he lays
Only footsteps from his home
Wind roaring, country crumbling
Starvation growing, Poverty soaring
A new deal, he did create
To free our countr...
Skylar Lindley, age 14
Many things to explore; many things to see.
The Vanderbilt garden is where I’ll hold onto the idea of peace.
The shadows of the trees that hover above me;
With towering leaves that sway.
The petals of the flowers embark a sense of purity.
Whether sharp or round.
The lavished sound of silence is wonderful to hear.
It gets me caught...
Isabelle Fleming, age 12
Only some have seen
The roses dance in a cold winter dream
Only some know
That beauty can wither, so to can it grow
But few ever see
That the coldest thing here is so often not me
Annabelle Fleming, age 12
Round, and round
Pushing free of the ground
Waiting still to be found
Round and round
Red fairy rising
Stratford to the sun
First there was many
Now is one
Wither and grow
Once it is there it wants to go home
Adele Burke, age 14
Solitary dragonfly flits over water
Water reflects mid-morning sky
Sky, cloudless, brilliant blue like blue bells that surround the garden
Garden bursting with color, full of life
Life is what springs forth from Earth’s garden, life we admire and respect
Respect the garden we were always told, but we don’t need that to be said b...
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