When I write I feel very soft and smooth. I always feel nervous when the pen touches the paper. My feelings always control myself. When I don’t know what to write I transform into a monster. Gilbert Huang, 9Shanghai, China
Poetry-Reflections
Love/Hate Relationship
Magnificence! There is no Screeching. The notes Are pronounced. Mistakes, Nonexistent. The beauty Piercing the ears. The sound Flowing, A river. Unlike Any other. I will listen to It all day. Hating When it ends. It makes me smile. Why me? Why me? It makes me smile When it ends. Hating It all day. I will listen to Any other. Unlike A river Flowing. The sound Piercing the ears. The beauty, Nonexistent. Mistakes, Are pronounced. The notes, Screeching. There is no Magnificence. Morgan Lane, 12Longmont, CO
Pray
I kneel down to the river And say my prayers As I hear the water flowing and rolling I think about how freedom has overgrown The magnificent mud of the Mississippi I hear birds skim the treetops And remember how, when I was a little girl, My mom walked me there, and I saw the brown water I feel memories drift on the surface and See my shadow through the deep. Gianna Harris, 9Metairie, LA
