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| Artwork by Lila S., Grade 8 |
The Orange Wood
A house stands in the
orange wood.
There lives a man,
heart full of good.
He is so kind, he is so fair
He lets nature roam
anywhere.
His house holds an open door
The wildlife crawls upon the floor.
And when the sky
turns black as lead
They rest around his
sleeping head.
by Evelyn W., Grade 7
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| Artwork by Emily K., Grade 7 |
Face of a Faker
His name
conjures bravery;
one that
swells to tell a tale
but
shrivels to fear
in
milliseconds without fail.
Voice
glazed with inky, manipulative lies
Soft-spoken,
deep as oceans
yet
carrying wicked falsehoods,
like an
actor's own notions
Words,
seducingly so, are transparent
like a
hive's sweetest honeycomb
with a
drop of the deadliest poison,
man has
ever come to know.
Every
step, guilt curls in my stomach
coming
through in high tides,
waves
rushing upon me
with no
one I'm able to confide.
Strings
pull and twist to loose ends,
leaving
me alone to fend,
but
friends can help to mend
the
wounds left by the guilt I tend
Wound
which could've been stopped
if I had
stopped amends
to the
complicated man who once was a friend
making a
facade of make-believe pretend.
by Emily K., Grade 9
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| Artwork by Arina S., Grade 9 |
