"The lost child cries, but still he catches fireflies". -Ryusui Yoshida
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______________________________________The Sun Pulls the WeedsA lonely Coke can lies forgottenin the grass;the sun pulls the weeds up overits rusted body.A pine tree stands nearby,its branches like outstretched arms;it serves as a perch for a misplaced robin,who calls for its mate.The breeze blows over me,lifting my thoughts to the days ahead.-Christopher Lenat (1970-1991) Grade 12
The ExplorerThe traveler in me awakensAs I sleep at nightWithout burden of my bodyMy soul can wanderTo faraway and distant placesWithin myself-Tia Witherspoon Grade 9
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There's a feeling insideme that has no end.There's a feeling insideme that never began.-Pia Wright Grade 8
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