Kaylee L., 9th Grade & Amanda P., 9th Grade
Lost Voices
People have heard us through the years, screaming through our tears. Many have tried to come and help, only to have been left with empty hearts. Never understanding why our cry can make those so precious suddenly die. It is our burden, so to tell, we can never leave our shallow shore, We must live out our eternal lives together. Nevertheless, we do not mind, we have our collection to keep us company, and we always seem to have visitors, so we are allows adding new trophies. |
Strength
The strongest tree is not the red wood Nor is it the great sycamore It is the tree that chooses to bend The tree that is called “ugly” for its knots and mends The tree that slants just ever so sadly And shows how its bark was treated so badly This poor little tree that has weathered the worst The small little stalk that has been dried with thirst This green little soldier, tried and true Has seen so much more than me and you When winds were brutal And frosts were cruel It shows the story in its bumps and lumps So the tree isn’t pretty, and maybe it slumps But it knows strength That no other tree can know So how can you see the tree By the imperfections that may be |