Photography by Michael
Thursday 28 October 2010
Wednesday 27 October 2010
Poems
~ "Imagine you are entering a garden and there grows your most beautiful white flower. When you come closer you see an ant. A small black ant. The blossom is my art, the art is my poetry
~ The white flower is the hope that you see in my art. The ant is work, suffering and hardship that I write about in my poetry.
~ We cannot turn away from those who are hurt. That is why God wants me to show this.
~ Yet when you walk away from the flower, far enough, you see no black spot, just a beautiful blossom."
by Akiane, age 9
My House
This is my house, my home
it smells not too pretty
it smells not too pretty
and doesn't look too clean either
but it's my house, my life
but it's my house, my life
without my house
i'd be on the streets
i'd be on the streets
and without warmth
but that's not me
but that's not me
i have all my achievements here
my ribbons, my trophies
but nothing compares to
the many firsts I have had here
you will never forget the memories
in your house, your home
in your house, your home
so don't mistreat it
treat your house like a home
by Make A Wish
Tuesday 26 October 2010
Monday 25 October 2010
Portraits
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