Lost Land
Unseen, seen, unseen.Blink and it will disappear.In cover it waitsfor no one knows what.Lost in the mid-Pacific,traps protect the jewel,never to be found.Only the past may revealSecrets of the lost.
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Unseen, seen, unseen.Blink and it will disappear.In cover it waitsfor no one knows what.Lost in the mid-Pacific,traps protect the jewel,never to be found.Only the past may revealSecrets of the lost.
Author's Statement
I started writing this piece as an optional assignment in my seventh grade English class. It was an end of the year assignment. In this piece, I have tried to describe some vivid memories and experiences over the one and a half years during which the COVID-19 virus has put a break on my life. The pandemic has been a turning point in my life.
Author's Statement
I started writing this piece as an optional assignment in my seventh grade English class. It was an end of the year assignment. In this piece, I have tried to describe some vivid memories and experiences over the one and a half years during which the COVID-19 virus has put a break on my life. The pandemic has been a turning point in my life.
Author's Statement
I started writing this piece as an optional assignment in my seventh grade English class. It was an end of the year assignment. In this piece, I have tried to describe some vivid memories and experiences over the one and a half years during which the COVID-19 virus has put a break on my life. The pandemic has been a turning point in my life.
An invisible enemy has changed our lives. Lives
lost, all too soon. Soon
slinks fear, that we contain in isolation. Isolation
bringing bitter loneliness; thoughts echoing. Echoing
around the world, clouds of chaos and uncertainty. Uncertainty
in each other, infected with suspicion. Suspicion
of one another, seems like our jobs. Jobs
vanishing, economy at a standstill.
Author's Statement
I started writing this piece as an optional assignment in my seventh grade English class. It was an end of the year assignment. In this piece, I have tried to describe some vivid memories and experiences over the one and a half years during which the COVID-19 virus has put a break on my life. The pandemic has been a turning point in my life.
What My America Looks Like
Eboni Maxwell, 13
My America looks like chaos, a burning flame that cannot be put out and continues to grow. My America is dull and bland; I wake up everyday and ask myself ¨Why are most people cruel and mean, racist and unapologetic… What made them this way?" I get ready for school and go to learn, but my mind is constantly running.
World
Kai Gajilan Fowler, 10
Bright, so bright
But Lonely, and tired.
Lonely
Lonely from being isolated for so long
Tired
Tired of being bruised and battered and scarred
And yet
Bright, so bright,
The fight is bright,
Filled with light
But stressed, and fretting.
The Face of Winter
She stands—
a frozen flower;
frostbitten.
A gaze that could wither
the sturdiest tree
is aimed at the right.
Bull’s eye.
With skin fairer
than Snow White,
the Face of Winter
ignores all else
while being
trapped within her
dark restraints
that weigh her down—
the only thing keeping her from blowing away
and snapping in ...
I sense a fragrance
Like old memories and new
Peace drifts through the air
Cherry blossoms bloom
With memory of winter
Lingering softly
Lush meadows grow tall
As nature opens its eyes
Leaves of spring glow green