The Patterns Of Our Lives
(Dedicated to April)
I taught you, lovely daughter
How to ride your bike
I ran along beside you
Until you got it right
Finally, you did not need
My hand to set you straight
So I ran along beside you
Just to see your face
You were doing it yourself
You did not even know
You gasped in sweet surprise
To see I had let go
A moment in our lives
Perhaps you did not know
It is a special treasure I never will let go
- Larry Tucker, adult
Ashleys
Ashleys here and
Ashleys there
I meet Ashleys
Everywhere
Some at school
Some at play
Who's the sweetest
Who's to say
Some are short
Some are tall
I'm just glad
I met them all.
- William Cazalas, adult
My Lovebird
Your face as red as a rose,
Your body as green as grass,
Your beak as smooth as a whale,
Your eyes as black as the night,
But most of all, your love is the nicest thing about you.
- Brooke, age 8, 1998
The Color of a Dragon
His eyes are of passion ruby red,
His lips dark red blood.
The scaled gracefully arc and curve
Over his perfectly aerodynamic body,
Which bears an iridescent gleam
Of royal gold,
And deep forest green.
His claws sewn together
With the finest ivory
That resembles an oversized rose thorn.
A thorn which could slash flesh
In a terrifying, dream-shattering moment.
His tail swishes restlessly back and forth,
Sending a shower or rainbow
Through the forever-changing, dawn-till-dusk sky.
Lying in his baronial talons,
A crystal representing a mortal’s soul.
A prism of light it casts upon the shadows,
To lighten up even the most desolated soul.
How could thee paint a dragon?
Only their Creator knows.
- Breanne, age 14
The Grass
The grass so sweet and
Beautiful, it's soft and sweet
Like a baby's laugh
- Kystal, 7th grade 13 yrs. old
Another One
And yet another summer comes to an end,
and the school year starts all over again. Autumn's here and leaves will fall,
while we're all walking down the hall.It's a time for seasons of all kinds of sports,
and trying to decide if you're cool, or a dork.Locker combinations and schedules to memorize,
and racing out the door to catch a boring bus ride.Standing in line for cafeteria food,
and then finally realizing that that slop is no good.You just got a C on a major report,
and after two miles in athletcs, you can't run anymore.It's impossible to ace your big science project,
and the teacher says that all it takes is logic. Algebra's impossible; it goes straight past your head-
You never understand a word the teacher says.All of that working will take it's toll on you,
and many months later, your wish will come true.It's a big graduation, and you start to cry;
The final bell rings and you say your good-byes.This will be a cool summer, you say to yourself,
but it actually ends up being a summer from hell. With nothing to do but sitting and moaning,
you really don't notice the school year approaching.And so yet another summer comes to an end,
and the whole big cycle starts all over again.- Kathryne
waiting
Early morning dew,
In a place i once knew.
The sun glistens on the leaves,
Telling stories about rainbows.
For myself to believe,
Sheltering from the rain.
Knowing the pain,
That i might get from you.
You're somebody,
I thought i knew.
The memories,
Stick like glue.
- Andrew, age 21
Is It Really Red
To all the little girls
With red hair
Don't be surprised
If men and boys stare
To all the girls with
Hair so red
Do you wish you
Were blond instead
Your hair is your
Crown and glory
Listen real close
To the rest of my story
How you fill me with
Great desire
Just to touch your hair
To see if it is really red
Or just on fire.
- William Cazalas, adult
Sun
Oh, round hot sun!
In the morning I see you.
In the evening I don't see you.
- David, Age 9, Hong Kong
Mother
Mother so dear,
Mother who cares,
In pain
And in happiness
You're always there,
To protect me
In your warm embrace.
Mother so dear
So fair, patient and rare.
That words alone,
Are not enough
To tell everyone
about your love.
So let me say,
that I'm so glad
That I cannot repay you
for all you have done;
But do not be sad
because you're always here,
within my heart.
- Iris, age 16, Belize
A Metaphor
The wind is an angel softly flying in air
Making the wind hiss in the gentle sky.
Gently flowing, flowing
So sweet angel fly.
The leaves rattle and shake from birth
The wind goes swoosh
making a better world called.......
Earth
- Donna, 3rd grader, Florida
World
A Blue Planet.
A Stage Where Every Person Must Play A Part
Returning After Death
Is The Meaning Of Somebody New
One In The Universe.
Thousands Of Stars Are Shattering
A Planet That Carries On
Without Quitting His Turn
Human To Live On.
Where Water And Land Are Used
Cutting Trees For Homes To Make
Allows Danger To Appear Near Them
Animals Are Wild
Running For Food And Hiding From Their Enemies
Can Make A Living
Also To Let Them Use The Nature
- Aliya, age 13
Canada...
A small country that lives in earth
where mammals love to live
females are giving birth
and nature is there to give
Lovely flowers that grow in spring
insects come and rest
boys and girls like to bring
good results on their tests
Stars in the sky turn to be bright
different families come and see
fireworks are held at night
to sing "Oh Canada" with me
Animals and reptiles are still here
finding shelter and hunger for food
killing them will be no fair
let's make Canada in a good mood
We should make Canada more clean
like everybody wants it to be
make the forests be seen
where animals are let go free
This is what Canada should be
Everybody lives here, like you and me
- Aliya, age 13
writing from Brampton, Ontario
Whales
Loud screaming cries,
I know that i hear their lullaby.
A melody of the mind,
Come in for one last time.
Fascinating creatures,
That board on all beaches.
Coasts are full of mammals,
Amongst the crashing waves.
They will be there to meet,
To greet you.
For Another day,
They have an active behavour.
That makes us humans as their savour.
- Andrew, age 21
Marta, the Otter-Looking Thing
Marta was a little baby
otter-looking thing
She had two little pink ears that were
sewn with purple string
She had a little blue nose and
big eyes like milkweed blossoms
She played at night and slept all day
like other baby 'possums
Yes, Marta was a 'possum but
she looked just like an otter
And like an otter liked to teeter
on the teeter-totter
She liked to swing the swings up high
and slide down every slider
And play at games like hide 'n seek
(or was it seek 'n hide 'er?)
But Marta had a problem and it
caused her heart to ache:
To find some one to play with meant
to find someone awake
Poor Marta played her nights alone
And swung on willows weeping
She played with laughing friends by day--
She played while she was sleeping!
Copyright 1996 A.A.Talbert and Salvo Arione'
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