Francesca Webb, 10Hartley Wintney, UK Self Isolation Francesca Webb, 10 Sitting at my desk Wishing it could be next year Missing summer fun On google classroom My days are long and boring What is happening? Hospitals full up Doctors working very hard No more face masks left Nothing in the shops I hope old people are fine Our street is quiet Sitting in my room I’m safe but I am worried We have to stay strong
Poetry
The Reason for our Smiles, the Amazing NHS, a poem by Cali Davis, 9
Cali Davis, 9Manchester, UK The Reason for our Smiles, the Amazing NHS Cali Davis, 9 To all our heroes helping out during this illness, Your bravery and selflessness deserves our respect, For all you have done and all you will do, We have been brought together and that’s thanks to you. The stars are shining brighter with every waking hour, You’re saving lives, risking your own and for that you have the power, Words can’t express the gratitude we feel, You’re the sun in our eyes and you make our sadness heal. We all await the day for our lives to go back to how they were, But for now let’s appreciate each other and be grateful for what we share, Soon enough this will be a faded memory and the hardships will be less and less, One thing that will never be forgotten is our unsung heroes, the NHS! Editor’s note: For readers not based in Britain, NHS = National Health Service
Trust (Inspired by “Harlem” by Langston Hughes), a poem by Daniel, 10
Daniel Zhu, 10San Jose, CA Trust (Inspired by “Harlem” by Langston Hughes) Daniel Zhu, 10 What happens to trust vanished? Does it reappear Out of thin air? Does it painfully regrow like a half-alive tree? Does it haunt you- A ghost in your dreams? Does it leave you as empty- nothing but a shell? Does it destroy you and Crush you underfoot? Or does it leave you wondering If trust Can be attained At all?
