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
January 2018
Ababa Wagari and Fruits Like Heaven
Ababa Wagari Fruits Like Heaven Christian W. Wagari, 11Carlsbad, CA
Winter
Frozen Beauty Soft, white, flakes drift down, following the wind. They bring a sense of happiness to the air. The golden rays of warmth strike onto the fluffy blanket below. The harsh cold still manages to crawl inside houses. Heat vents roar and the windows give out a moan. Thick clouds soon hide the sun. Smoke floats out of the chimneys into the bitter air, while leaves and grass are out of sight. The snow is swallowing up trees. Hot chocolate is being slurped down at every house. Now it is official. Winter is finally here. Sheila Northrup, 10Madison, CT Hanna Gustafson, 12South Burlington, VT
