The Gift of Freedom
Dear God, Angels and other Deities,
I want to say a little thank you,
For this gift you have sent me.
A gift owned by butterflies and birds.
The contents sparkle and shine,
They embrace me with soft, gentle and strong arms.
They whisper into my ears,
How lucky I am to have them.
I hope you will not repossess this gift,
For I need it so much.
But then…so do the caged birds and animals
And little children who have never touched it,
So please give it to them too.
Anyway, it was real sweet of you,
To give me this gift - Thank You!
- K. Sravana Reddy. Age 13,
Grade IX, Bishop Cotton Girls' School, Bangalore.
Smile
A simple smile would do
A smile is very minute
But means a lot
Give her a nut
If she smiles
It means a lot
Give her ease
If she smiles
You'll have peace
A simple smile would
Really mean a lot
Let's all smile
Let's all be happy
"DO GELO", age 13
Solitude
I will live my life alone,
The way it should always be.
Unless someone could speak to me,
And tell me who I am meant to be.
I know who I am and what is in store,
I always know who stands behind that closed door.
I have sentenced myself to a life filled with misery,
Instead of living without anybody really knowing me.
My mom has watched me grow,
These last thirteen years.
And yet she doesn't know,
All my loves and all my fears.
She screams at me when I try to speak my mind.
She doesn't seem to understand how my hear can find,
A way to turn from water to ice,
In such a short period of time.
No one seems to understand,
Who I am or who I long to be.
And worse yet no one cares.
When I run from them no one chases after me,
And when I hide from them no one tries to find me.
Because no one tries,
So maybe this life of solitude is just what I need.
My solitary confinement will be over soon,
The day that they make me go back to school.
But until that day,
I will keep myself locked away,
In the prison I call my room.
- Crystal Davis, age 13
Late for School
"Oh! I’m late for school!" screamed Bun,
He did not wait to see the fun.
He rushed upstairs to dress
His room was in such a mess!
He just couldn’t find his uniform,
Where could it have gone?
He found it at last.
It was getting late; he’d better be fast.
After dressing, he hurried down,
Only to see his mother with a frown.
"Now you’re dressed, you lazy rabbit,
There is no time to even have a carrot.
Who told you watch so much television?
You know it is bad for your vision.
It is already so late,
Nearly half-past eight.
You should have been in school long before this time,
And don’t forget, today you’ve got to recite that rhyme."
And she went on and on,
Bun could not bear this song.
He ran out of the gate,
It was so late!
He reached school,
My, he felt like a fool,
Trotting in at half-past eight!
Well, that was his fate.
He couldn’t see a single bunny,
Which was very funny.
He asked the watch-bunny, "What is the matter?
Why aren’t there any bunnies around here?"
The watch-bunny laughed at first,
Then drank some water to quench his thirst.
Then he said, "There is no school today,
Didn’t you know that, by the way?"
Bun sighed and said, "The ’paper I haven’t read.
Well, anyhow,
I can go home now,
And feeling happy and gay,
Watch television all day!
How lucky I am today
- K. Sravana Reddy, age 10,
Bangalore, India.
Wolves
You prowl through the woods on the darkest of nights
In search of prey to suit your delightYou howl at the moon when it shines to bright
Asking it to dim its shine for fear the prey will frightYou have a coat with colors of white and gray
That helps you to blend in with the snow of dayThere are many rules you do not obey
When you come to hunting your precious preyAlthough some people may run in fear
There is something about you that draws me nearIt may be your calm eyes that shed no tears
Or your magnificent howl that speaks so clearI believe you to be a wonderful creature
That the Lord has made with beautiful features.
- Amber Ludington, age 18
My Hobby
I have often wondered what's my hobby
Many a times all alone in my lobby
Away the days passed
But I couldn't find my hobby in the past
I cried & cried
And that's what I did till my tears dried.
Then I finally thought
Why not peep into the book Mama just bought
Oh boy! that it!
These books for me were really a hit
I loved authors like Enid Blyton & James Harriot
Who wrote about Tricky-Woo and Ply the Parrot.
Well at last I had found my hobby
Sitting & reading in my lobby.
- Athena Jagdish, India
You and I
You and I can be together,
Making it forever,
We could be anything you want to be,
Just stay with me,
Is there someone tearing us apart?
I thought that love was in our hearts,
Now I don't know where to start.
- Siera Miller, age 12
Inspiration
You're my inspiration,
That leads me to my path,
And in my dreams I see it, too,
Its coming very fast,
Like flashbacks in my mind,
You're my inspiration not my imagination,
I only see it through you,
And I wait to meet you,
Someday it will be true and I'll be with you,
I worship the things you do,
The words that are spoken will never be undue,
The inspiration I have token will finally be fulfilled.
(Dedicated to 'N SYNC the band)
- Siera Miller, age 12
Boyzone
Boys, Boys, they're everywhere
They follow me it's just not fair
I'm sick of boys, I'm sick of toys
BOYS, BOYS, BOYS!
I'm sick of talkin' to 'em on the phone
Boys this,boys that
Is this the BOYZONE?????
- Asheley Terrell, age 13
School Lunch
One day at school they served the worst ice cream,
It was a real scream!!!!
And then they gave us pork,
They also made me sit by a dork!!
Oh that cheese,
made me sneeze.
This was the worst school day,
So if you are smart you will leave me be and stay away!!!!!!
- Dena Jelsma, 5th grade
Winter
The trees are waving,
The leaves are falling,
This can only lead to one thing,
And one thing only...
WINTER IS CALLING.
- Dena Jelsma, 5th grade
Another Casey
You've heard of that
Mighty Casey
Well we have our
Casey too
She can hit and
Throw just
Just as well as
You know who
She takes a mighty swing
And gives that ball a ride
Now she's rounding second
And into third she would glide
But the ball gets away
She's headed for home
We hope and pray
Midst a cloud of dust
Safe I heard the umpire shout
Unlike that other Casey
Our Casey didn't strike out
- William Cazalas, coach
As Long As
As long as there's a rainbow to end a stormy day,
As long as there's a sunbeam to chase the clouds away,
As long as there's a friend to cheer me when I'm sad,
My heart will know and sing, I'm glad, I'm glad, so glad.
As long as parents laugh and coo with babies on their knees,
Play 'Patty-Cake' and 'Peek-A-Boo' and rock them safe to sleep,
And tuck them in all snug and warm,and with them always pray,
My heart will know and sing, hope lives today, love's here to stay.
And when all men can live in peace, and end the words of hate and strife,
And the night can be a friend again and the day a spring of life,
And brotherhood a household word and we've all forgotten fear,
My heart will know and shout, 'The time is near, the day is here'!
- Randy Reames, adult
The Powder Puff Whale
There was once a Powder Puff whale
Who left his friends the seven seas to sail.
He flapped his flippers and wiggled his tail
As off to the seas Powder Puff did sail.
The grim little sea horse shook his head
And asked, "Why don't you just stay home instead?"
"Why think of all the things I'd not see!" The whale said
And sped off, full steam ahead.
He came across blue and dazzling seas,
And those so clear, to the bottom he could see.
He found one called Dead, and one called Red,
And his heart pondered at all he did see.
But no friends were found, and as on he sped,
The heart became lonely inside Powder Puff whale.
He looked for friends, but to no avail,
And as he came to the ocean he began to wail.
The grim little sea horse he had once passed by
Said, "Powder Puff whale, why do you cry?"
"Over all the seas I have gone, but no friends have I."
And a teardrop trickled from Powder Puff's eye.
"Perhaps you looked in the wrong place from the start.
You see, friends are found and made in your heart.
All the world did not one friend impart,
For you left us behind, Powder Puff, right from the start!"
- Annette Akerman, adult
A Hard Fall
Ashley could run
And Ashley could throw
She would chase a ball
Wherever it would go
Thus the cause of
Her dilemma
When she chased a ball
Deep into center
She tripped and she fell
On her you know what
Oh go ahead and say it
She busted her "what"
- William Cazalas, adult
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