Poetry

Apples, a poem by Mason, 9

Apples A sweet fruit, round like a ball. Pieces split with a slice of a knife. Pushing and shoving, hands start to reach for the slices. Long after the apples are finished, a slice lies forgotten under the table. Entering the room is the family puppy, Sniffing, who munches the unseen slice.

I Can Change the World with Hope, a poem by Tanvi, 11

Tanvi Padala, 11 (Flower Mound, TX) I Can Change the World with Hope Tanvi Padala, 11   I’ve always dreamt of a place Where everyone would treat each other with grace And the planet and countries are managed with care But right now, I wonder if we are in despair   We rank each other by our social hierarchy Personal choices aren’t significant in an oligarchy We value a person because of their wealth Our societies don’t esteem one another, we only consider ourselves   Many don’t realize the importance of our planet or a penny Money and pollution are problems for many We squander our resources and disseminate CO2 Our future will be blue when our world has the flu   The list goes on and on, it spans from Beijing to Baltimore Landfills, inequality, overfishing, and more and more But please don’t mope Because, in all of this, there is hope   I can change the world Starting off by doing one simple act Whether it’s saying “Thank you,” or giving a compliment They all have a big impact   I can change the world By being kind or sharing with others and giving nice cards But wherever my focus is hurled I know our planet’s solutions are a hopeful wildcard…   I can change the world By leading my community to reduce, reuse, and recycle As I encourage the world, our hopes will unfurl We will fix our landfill cycles   I can change the world with this poem Those who read it will smile Together we will dream of this planet we call home Which will be a happy place for every child

Peace, a Poem for our Veterans, by Mason Li

We see the words on veterans’ graves – all powerful, all dark, nothing left, no heart,  winners or losers – don’t care – both in the dark. Only left behind are their bodies,  filled with peace, sadness, and bravery. Try remembering when he or she gave us peace,  harmony. For that, we can thank them, but it’s too late. Their hearts cannot be seen.  Now, we only can thank them by bringing peace to our world..