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Quarantine, a poem by Daisy Hampton, 11

Quarantine By Daisy Hampton, 11 I’m stuck on Manhattan Island Because I’m in quarantine I can’t wait to see all of my friends When we say bye to Covid-19. When school closed it was cold, dry, and dreary Not a flower could be seen When I get out I’ll see the sky clearly It’ll be […]

Hour to Hour, a poem by Connor Whitsel, 10

Hour to Hour By Connor Whitsel, 10 We used to rush hour to hour, speeding from the house to the bus to school to sports like a cheetah chasing its prey. Never-ending nights of baseball, soccer, and wrestling without any time to stop. We were hurried but happy. Today, we don’t rush Hour to hour. […]

The sounds of Covid, a poem by Daniel Shorten, 9

The sounds of Covid By Daniel Shorten, 9 Water running from the taps Arguments from the sink – who goes first? The grownups are whispering, worried All of those numbers, day after day The thrush song is louder than before The virus is silent.     Daniel Shorten, 9 Mallow, Co. Cork, Ireland