Very clever but makes no sense, He says he’s always on the fence, Both a friend and an enemy at war Though standing in the corridor, Quiet and peaceful with hints of love, Both minds have something from above. Tatiana Rebecca Shrayer, 13Brookline, Massachusetts
July/August 2020
THE FOG’S MYSTERIOUS CLEARING
The morning dew crept in As the blackbirds began to sing. The sky was covered with fog As the coyote chased the small dog. Soon the mystery was gone And the morning sunrise began. And I wondered, greeting the day: Who cleared the fog away? Tatiana Rebecca Shrayer, 13Brookline, Massachusetts
THE CAST IRON STAIRCASE
In the market town of Yelets in the south of Russia, stands an old high school for women that survived wars and destruction. Everything in the building has been restored, except the cast iron staircase with curving steps and black, polished railings. Everything has been lost. Only this cast iron staircase remembers the light steps […]
