PASSION
Give me the passionate ones
Those ever watchful hawks of change, who burn
with the incandescent brilliance of innovation,
exploration, and motive.
Give me he, who lives a million years in the
blink of an eye
who fights,
who dies,
and who cares,
Give me the one that never ceases to be ready
for the new day ahead, and for the better horizon
of tomorrow
Those who yearn for revolution, speak for
themselves, and instill the ever omnipotent
sense of victory within the diffident flock of
complacence and apathy
Give me he, who judges his step by the feel of
the wind, the warmth of the sun, and the
interminable voice which says, press on, press
on, and don’t stop.
As I Looked
As I looked down the old road I thought to myself what it was like when it was first built: people and cars using it for transportation; and I thought to myself what it was like now: old, deserted and still
As I looked at the old building standing by itself, I thought to myself what it was like when it was first built: clean, new and being used; and I thought to myself what it was like now: dirty, crumbling and abandoned.
As I looked in the mirror I thought to myself, what I was like when I was first born: Scared, hungry and confused; and I thought to myself what I was like now: clean, calm and loved.
Grade 5 Published: A Celebration of Young Poets