We all think we are important. But if we weren’t here the world would still turn the sun would still rise most people’s lives wouldn’t change. The world doesn’t need us. Some people many people sit and think about it. They only see that the whole wide world doesn’t need them and don’t see that they need the world for them to feel better for them to get better. I am one of those people. I try to conjure up a lifeline that I can hang onto. But sometimes, the school bell just rang and I’m alone standing waiting for the light to change so I can cross. And a car passes by me, so close that I can almost touch it. And I think of how easy it would be to step forward to fall. I have to focus on creating a lifeline, something that stops me from falling. I am afraid that one day that lifeline will snap I will fall I won’t stop myself. But I hold on. I find the small things that give me a lifeline. The little miracles in life that make it worth living. Have you ever seen a bird take off, bursting into the air? Or felt the joy when a child takes his first step? Living things are miracles. We all have something to give to the world. Something that the world needs. These words, they are my gift to you. They are my gift to the world. Sylvia Gibson, 13Mill Valley, California
Poetry-Reflections
Unexpected Action
Past the field Through the briar By the breaths of people lingering in the light Past the smoke Into the mill Creeping closer With the stealth of a cat Up the stairs And onto the windowsill Like a hawk in its nest A pencil and paper And a breathtaking view With an idea And new perspectives She put the pencil to the paper And as though the paper was a ballroom And the pencil a dancer She wrote. Anne Brandes, 12New York, New York
Orange to Black
Come on Come on Come on I bolt to the window Quick as lightning, with a gasp, my mouth drops open the sun is swiftly sliding into the water, an orange marble sinking into the horizon infusing the river with orange dye I think where does it go? does it sink into the river with a swoosh and a swish? does it dissipate into good dreams for the night? I drift to my bed I realize I am a sun sinking into my bed but I feel nocturnal, my eyes are glued to the ceiling I stare and stare some more into the darkness that darkness that is feared and loved that darkness coating you in black that darkness like the bottom of the ocean that darkness wishing you good dreams that darkness regenerating you until the sun seeps in shining in with a warm hello transforming the darkness to light giving hope for a new day Kyle Lotke, 10New York, New York
