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Remembrance Charlie Korson, Grade 12 On the porch, caressing memories. the shiny grass, under twisted trees. the swing creates a wind that blows, behind sweat covered bended knees. licking salt from lips, and finger tips. glass filled with tea like a sunset. ignored, because of other preoccupations. tea, mingled with the tears of the lost small bird, in the wisteria bush. calling lovely, from a place beyond sight. I can't stop those memories, that tear the tears from my tightly closed eyes.

Paper Cup Carrie Leggett, Grade 9 I know a man who holds in his hands the power to unlock the world He unlocks the doors that lead to his soul Where he keeps his dreams and visions He collects the fragments in a paper cup Where they are stirred together to make a dream He sips from the paper cup as his fingers dance upon the guitar He feels the dreams and wishes trickle down his throat into his heart He then lifts them out into the air in a rapid shower They combine and fit to complete a harmonious sound They blend as ice cream on a summer day He sings His voice like lapping waves upon the shore Each one more emotional as the echoes of the acoustic guitar finger into the night sky never receding His face a mere twist of concentration As the last dribbles descend from the battered cup The air is filled with a dream amidst a dreamer

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