MY PINE TREE
by Sheila Barrera
I used to hide In my pine tree I could feel safe and big Sitting in my monkey fort. Now I can't They
say I am too old Instead I sit in the cafeteria Eating my bananas.
WHISPERS
by Mia Jennings
Fear whispers, "Can you"? Love whispers, "I can". Trust whispers, "I know".
DANCE
by Sharron Tyrrell
A giant silver moon Lights a path from shore to shore In this magical evening light Loons dance as lovers.
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ASHES FROM THE PALM
by Ken Phelan
when this sprig of palm is burned and its ashes tossed to the wind, the sprig, itself still
exists in the nothing from which it came.
A LETTER
by Bipin Dalai
I have written to you so many times to come, I have got to tell you so many things! But you
never come. After all how can you? since all my letters written to you are still with me.
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