I am a singer and a vet I wonder how people develop personalities I hear flowers singing I see a magic carpet I want my dog to talk I am a singer and a vet I pretend I’m my favorite character in my book I would feel great if I lived in nature I touch a bird’s soft silky feathers I worry I will die too soon I cry when something goes wrong I am a singer and a vet I understand I need to wear clothes I say what you believe is what’s correct I dream I will meet a unicorn I try to make a good first impression I hope it will snow I am a singer and a vet Kathleen Werth, 8Silver Spring, MD
Poetry-Reflections
No one knew
The rain pounded the windows. No one knew what to do… What would happen to everyone? The baby started to cry. He had been born in a happy, sunny place. Jada Kovatch, 11Huntington, WV
Found
The fire-colored butterflies Flying drunkenly Silently sipping on the budding milkweeds. Snowflakes delicately falling Landing on open mouths of youth. The lake, calm and tranquil Silently discovering the ocean. The smallest trail of smoke Making its way to the sky. Fate isn’t sealed Like an envelope, Instead it guides Like the rails on a cliff To prevent falling Into a never ending Darkness. Or the stars Dotting the sky like freckles To prevent the sailors From stumbling into a whistling whirlpool. Not all maps Must be followed. Maya Wolfford, 13Cincinnati, OH
