As I Stare Into the Fire…
As I stare
into the fire I see the dancing, roaring flames of spirits.
If one
looks closely you can see them.
Spirits of
many kinds that dance their way to the heavens.
They twirl
around others like two friends giving a pinky swear.
Perhaps
they once knew each other before they departed.
Then as
they reach the top of the fire they split and vanish.
It’s like
they never existed like those who were born centuries ago and are forgotten
souls.
My heart
sinks slowly as their warmth fades.
But you
can see something different; you see sparks that float into the sky.
Don’t
become discouraged once they disappear.
They are
merely taking their places in the sky becoming constellations.
Fitting
themselves into the pattern of the beautiful dark horizon.
It’s a
sight never to be forgotten.
by Kaeli Mask
Grade 9, Bill
Woodward School
Anzac
* * * * *
Clouds
A nose piercing the endless sky,
Eyes wide open up so high,
A beautiful lady made of snow,
Watching the land right below,
Here goes the thundering of the clouds,
As if the lady shouts aloud.
Drop by drop, here comes the rain,
And the lady cries in agony and pain!
And finally, the rain slows,
So the wind starts and continuously blows,
The lost smile the lady regains
As the refreshing
wind blows again.
by Kopal Garg
Grade 10, Westwood Community High School
Fort McMurray
* * * * *
Do you?
Tansi
(hello) are you Cree?
If you are
you must know about Bannock and Tea.
Do you live
in a community?
Do you stay
in a house?
Have you
been to the city?
Have you
ever seen a mouse?
Do you love
your life?
Do you love
your family?
Do you want
to stay, forever alive?
If you do,
you must live, like the bees, in a hive, working together, to stay alive.
by Shania Desjarlais
Grade 7, Conklin Community School
Conklin
* * * * *
Diamond Poem
Robot
Active, Systematic
Manmade, Command
prompt, Emotionless
God made, commanding
Lazy, Unsystematic,
Human
by Kopal Garg
Grade 10, Westwood Community High School
Fort McMurray
* * * * *
Facing Reality
Home is
where no one can judge me.
My home is
my sanctuary.
My home is
my escape.
From
everything that scares me.
But if I
stay I won’t live very long.
For life
is an experience you can’t avoid.
I have
been avoiding “life”.
It’s been
knocking at my door.
Waiting
for me to come out.
Hey come
with me.
We don’t
have to be alone.
Let’s come
out together
Let’s go
on an adventure!
Let’s see
where life takes us.
by Yvette Seguin
Grade 9, Bill Woodward School
Anzac
* * * * *
Failure
Today I sit by the darkness,
And the darkness sits by me,
There is no hope for light,
And my tomorrow daunts me...
The wound in my heart still hurts today,
As I remember those days of dismay...
When everything was within my reach,
I could have achieved...
Closer! Closer I went! Still closer!
Ah! Missed.
It was too late for my striving fingers,
When I realized that my time passed by and by,
And all I could do was sigh...
The thought of failure,
Still shakes me up from inside,
It was the day when my only hope had died!
by Kopal Garg
Grade 10, Westwood Community High School
Fort McMurray
* * * * *
Made My Day!
Early morning, one unpleasant day,
I saw an unfortunate child walking on the way.
Alas! How pitiable,
His condition seemed to be quite miserable;
Lean and skinny was this child,
Although he was poor, he wasn’t any wild.
His clothes were patchy and wearied off,
Neither was he rich, nor well off.
His dress was muddy, and quite a disgrace,
He was ugly and had bruises on his face.
Although he was poor,
He looked happy and contended;
It seemed as if he had splendid.
He, who lived on the sharp edge of a knife,
Had taught me to lead a contended life.
From dreadful to lovely, my day had become;
Now I think, it was for me the virtuous child had come!
by Kopal Garg
Grade 10, Westwood Community High School
Fort McMurray
* * * * *
Mother Nature
The blossom of the flowers;
The dew on the leaves;
The chirping of the birds;
The dancing of the trees;
The freshness of the air;
The calm and mild breeze;
The stars of the night sky;
The mountains- so gentle and high;
The flow of the rivers;
The creatures of the seas;
The warmth of the sun;
The buzzing of the bees;
All are the colors of nature,
The most beautiful, precious and beloved,
Our mother nature!
by Kopal Garg
Grade 10, Westwood Community High School
Fort McMurray
* * * * *
Not Bitter Enough
I taste you on the left side of my tongue
You ruin my coffee when I mix up the little
white packets
At a Smitty’s where I shouldn’t linger
I shouldn’t linger I shouldn’t lin
you ruin my day when I come home
with fifty percent less skin covering my
organs
But I keep coming back
Since I can’t seem to manage bland popcorn,
(even though my new back teeth punish me
for it).
Every time I tell myself it’ll be the last
But I find myself alone at 5 AM scratching
Because I have sprayed salt in my open
wounds
And
they’ve turned green
by Karissa Schreyer
Grade 11
Fort McMurray
* * * * *
Sylvia
O, my frosty winter,
So whitest and my pale;
Thy breath shivers flesh open—
Striking your sharpest of gale.
Shall your snow shower a song
With such smoothing immense;
As I shall smell in to exhale—
Thy nature's bluest incense.
November's rain kisses tonight,
December's angel lights the over,
January's fool jokes a start,
February's selling love to flowers.
O, my one and only winter;
Your sadness that kills me everyday
Is blowing snowflakes at my window-
Pane, and pain I can't carry away.
O, my one and only winter,
So blatantly beautiful are you—
Turning my summer into grey;
Breaking torn,
broken pieces to two.
by Chris Virgil
Grade 9, Ecole McTavish
Junior High School
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