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

and doesn't look too clean either 
but it's my house, my life

without my house
 i'd be on the streets

and without warmth 
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

so don't mistreat it

treat your house like a home

by Make A Wish