8th Grade Girls, Similar but Different
By Ming Wei P. and Courtney F. at Communion of Saints School I live in China I live in USA We have characters We have letters We both go to school We both hate it We always look nice We’re often discombobulated We both love texting! I love soy milk I love pizza […]
Heal the World
By Rosie D, 4th Grade, Communion of Saints School Heal the world, to the way it was It was in ancient times The plants grew free The animals flee They were out of the zoo Like me and you They were free and wild Not tame, but mild I wish we had kept the […]
The Sky
By David L. at Communion of Saints The sky sits so high I’m afraid I can’t even touch it. Never the same I don’t know who to blame. Sometimes clear, sometimes cloudy, The sky speaks to the world so very loudly. The clouds ever moving oh so soothing. I guess I won’t be able […]
This Place
By Natalie N. at Communion of Saints This place, this warm inviting sanctuary The piano in the back, Aged with memories. The pictures surrounding the room Pull you into a whirlwind of memories, Crisp with color. The giant couch sets the classic idea, The idea of family together. And next to this an old […]
From a Distance
By Nijah S., 4th grade, at the Ink Spot Downtown. It’s a far distance, but up close it’s a busy place with taxies and has the biggest chandelier. The tall buildings that remind me of the Twin Towers or how team work makes the dream work. But up close it’s a history story.
My Hands
By Wynnter M. at William Cullen Bryant My hands hold myself together when times get rough, And the people I love when words aren’t enough. They hold the memories from the past, And the hands that need something to grasp. My hands reach for the future And let go of the past. […]
Where I’m From
By Marriana G. at William Cullen Bryant I am from Cleveland, Ohio, where every 4th of July my family joins and watches colorful things fly. Where I come from my parents are understanding. Where I’m from, I learned to ride my bike at the age of 8. Where I’m from, my family likes to […]
My Life
By Sylvie at St. Paul’s Open Doors Academy
I Remember My Street
By Anthony at St. Rocco School I remember my street. I see old buildings, stray dogs, and brick roads. I see guys and girls riding bikes, Playing basketball, and walking around. I see broken houses, guys hanging out, And mostly fools all around. I hear my dog at night, Barking at the deer in […]
Drug Mart
By Ariyon at the Goodrich-Gannett Neighborhood Center I see people walking out the store. The memories of my uncle Gary when he took my cousin and I there. I hear the cashier opening the cash register giving change back to customers and people on the phone talking. I taste the cookies and chips that […]