Spring 2011


The hobos sitting on the street Ask me for a tiny treat


Change drops into their hat I give my back a pat


From New York to L.A.


I can’t refuse…I must say yes If they ask me for some cash I will put it in their stash


Joseph Allman Grade 6


I remember as if it was yesterday


Going out to my neighbor’s garden and getting The most beautiful rose I have ever seen


I kept it in my room In a water bottle With cold water


From my shower drain I fed it every week But then,


I got very careless


I didn’t feed it for weeks It started


To turn violet-purple The stem


Turned brown And broke Into pieces


I see lockers, shorts and t-shirts


I hear loud clanging, screaming, shouting I smell cologne and sweat


I taste salt from the sweat going in my mouth


I touch my clothes and my locker


Ryan VanDemortel Grade 6


And now its lost Its first petal And is starting To wilt


Chantel Smith Grade 6


RIPPLES 2011


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