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Pink Rain
The sky – so blue and wide
Clouds as fluffy as cotton candy
White as her pillow they glide
But that’s not the only thing in the sky
The rain is falling
Softly at first, as if shy
A gust sweeps more into her face
And she laughs The rain is pink!
Soft and delicate like lace
She cries so happy at what she can see
Her favorite color petals
Falling freely from a tree
So happy is she
She never does see
The little boy on the other side of the tree
Hitting it with a baseball bat
To make the petals go down
Pink rain, how crazy is that
It may seem plain,
What colors do you see in the rain?
- Gwen Stoldt
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One Cold Winter’s Day
On a cold winter’s day
I saw a girl named May
The girl was small
And not that tall
She was seven, maybe eight
Yet how she was sitting made me stop and wait
She was bawling her eyes out
Tears running down her face
Yet she managed to do it with some type of grace
I walked over to her and asked her what was the matter
She said it was either something or nothing, I knew it was the latter
She needed a person to talk to, that much was clear
And she asked if I could lend her an ear
The story that followed of a mysterious race
With romance, and magic, and with murder and disgrace
As she told the story of how she came to this street
On a cold winters day with nothing to eat
I sat there in wonder, my mind setting free
The wonder of how she knew much more than me
How she had managed to travel from here to there
Without so much as splitting a hair
The cold in the air seemed to disappear
And a new kind of coldness came, called fear
This coldness came and settled around me
Filling me up from my head to my knees
I learned how her father died right before her eyes
And how her mother ran to Ethiopia and became the Prince of Lies
How she found a wand, and hoped that things would change
But found that all they did was stay the same
Her poor sad fate did continue on its course
Til I shouted out, “Let me bring you home and end this sad curse!”
“What curse she asked!” looking puzzled up at me,
“I’m just telling you about the book that I read in the tree.”
- Kimberly
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Time
It tells us when
It rules our lives
It gives us when
It is an important part of our lives
All would be lost without time
It tells governments when to meet
It tells terrorists when to attack
It tells us when to sleep
It tells us when to wake up
All would be lost without time
It tells us when to run
It tells us when walking will do
It tells us what to do
It tells us what not to do
All would be lost without time
It tells us where the sun is
It tells us where the moon is
It governs Ghana’s government
It introduces influencing individuals
All would be lost without time
It does many things
Every one of them is important
Without it, we would never grow
The world would never be formed
Nothing would exist without time.
- Abhishektha Boppana
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