I love my mother My true mother I smack my feet Against her sandy skin Hot or cold I don’t care I do it every day You do it too Sometimes To get exercise But I do it for fun To love her To hug her To roll around on her lap And laugh. Celeste Escobar, 9Belmont, CA
Poetry-Nature
Searching for Bows and Arrows
Because I wanted to feel like an Amazon I asked my father to build me a bow with arrows We went to the nearby woods that overlook Forest Beach in the village of South Chatham. My father, sister and I followed A wavy uphill path to the clearing Where we found young oak trees With pointy strong branches, We sawed off three branches That looked like they would suffice. We carved them and sanded them, And we bent them till they could sing. By the time we had finished tying the string The evening chill had descended. We shot our arrows into the darkening sky Where the stars scampered like red foxes. Tatiana Rebecca Shrayer, 9Brookline, MA
tiny big valley
tiny valley big so big grass of blue lakes of green tiny big down-upside trees night and day spring to spring nothing&noone comes to tiny big valley nothing walks the roses &noone paints the sky with love night and day spring to spring nothing&noone and someone and everyone comes to tiny big valley nothing loves noone n roses more night and day spring to spring tiny valley big so big when nothing&noone stopped to breathe a place of beauty sky of love night and day spring to spring Angelina Lu, 11Shanghai, China
