Guillermo G., Age 13, Elgin, Illinois

Guillermo G., Age 13, Elgin, Illinois

This little guy has the life!!

Graduation drawing by: ssukhanindr

Graduation drawing by: ssukhanindr

Summer Heat

Poem By: Sasha C., 7th Grade, New York

Author’s Note: As a 12 year old I was inspired to write this poem because of a walk, I took in New York City with my family.

Petronas Twin Towers photograph by: Joshc85, Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia

Petronas Twin Towers photograph by: Joshc85, Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia

Walking out into the frantic city streets

Where cars fly by and refuse to stop

The sun hits the windows and blinds me

Business men and women rush

to their homes with smiles on their faces

after a long day at work

Excited to see their families and escape the heat

A breeze between my ears

pushes aside the summer heat

Walking through the Lincoln Tunnel

the taxi driver horns are a marching band

I may forget this day ever happened

but the views and sounds of the city will

stay with me forever.

Game Night

Poem By: Tucker W.
Horse DJ drawing by: Stephanie C., Age 11, Melbourne, Victoria, Australia

Horse DJ drawing by: Stephanie C., Age 11, Melbourne, Victoria, Australia

Coming together
Each our own part
to the puzzle
that is tonight
We must use each other’s piece
this family so diverse
as similar as bears and dolphins
Coming together with something we want
Something we agree on
On this night we are together
Everyone happy
although we are different books
Tonight we are on the same page
while laughs burst through the air
and screams of competition spring into existence
Like a siren breaking the peaceful silence of the night
a little competition is healthy
because it will always bring a some joy
The family that is like a shaggy dog and a groomed cat
Always disagreeing
Tonight the unexpected happens
we agree
Game night is the night
we finally can agree to disagree

This is just gorgeous!!

Boat and Sun photograph by: Dogzrule106

Boat and Sun photograph by: Dogzrule106

Waiting With a Story

Poem By: Nicole A., 7th Grade, New York

Author’s Note: My dad was the one who inspired me to write this poem. He always told me stories about himself and myself when we both were little.

Ranpu drawing by: Thing3

Ranpu drawing by: Thing3

My dad never misses a chance to tell me about his life

After tucking me in at night,

he sits on the edge of the bed to tell me the stories that are on his mind

When we are waiting in line at the ice rink,

he tells me what he liked to play when he was a boy,

When the traffic is as endless as an ocean

he tells me about what he was like in school

In the waiting rooms of the doctor’s office,

I can’t even hear the doctor call my name

because my dad is telling me about the pranks he used to pull on his little brother

These stories always will put a smile on my face

when I am sad as a world without sunshine,

and will always make me laugh like I was 5 again

I will carry these stories with me like my family necklace

And I will have them with me when I am stuck in line again

only but this time in the future,

I will be the one telling my life like a story