Moving Words Student Competition Poems Archive

Selected by juror Jennifer Kronovet out of submissions from 211 students, the work of the ten winning poets will be printed on colorful placards and displayed prominently on Arlington Transit’s ARTbuses, enlivening the ride for thousands of commuters.

Read all 2025 Student Moving Words winning and honorable mention poems below! 

2025 Student Moving Words Winning Poems

I Am from Arlington
By Anonymous (Dorothy Hamm Middle School, Grade 8)
I am from busy streets
and peaceful parks
A family like my own
kindness at every corner
Restaurants and shops
food from all around the world
Fellowship and community
that I can’t find anywhere else
I am from my hometown
Arlington, Virginia

Barbara
By Milena Jilk (Dorothy Hamm Middle School, Grade 6)
It was my dad who told me
That my grandma believed if you see a bird on your windowsill
it’s really a spirit-
A spirit of a loved one
so now I sit outside every day
and wait for her

Bilingual
By Hedy Colleen Pinkerton (Escuela Key Elementary School, Grade 3)
In English tu digas, "what's your name?"
In Spanish you say "¿cuál es tu nombre?"
En inglés yo digas "I like school"
In Spanish you say "yo legusta escuela"
Porque tenia amigos y friends
English and Espanol puedo hacer mucho en doble
Puedo escribir and write
Help y ayudad y puedo hacer mucho
En doble

The Spring
By Ethan Perkins (Long Branch Elementary School, Grade 3)
The orioles are singing
With the trees waving
Through the forest
The rivers are glowing
With the sky
When the sky glows the song birds sing

Butterfly
By Vivian Rodriguez (Long Brach Elementary School, Grade 2)
butterfly can flutterfly
all throughout the sky
they can flutter in the day and flutter in the night
butterflys are cool
they can fly right past a pool
they can polinate the flowers
to give the Earth it's powers 

Spring
By Emilia Fernandez (Long Branch Elementary School, Grade 2)
In Spring we sing about the lovely flowers
Just like showers bring flowers
like red is like blue and blue is like red
and all I want is to stay in bed
like roses are red and violets are blue
I really do like you
and that I am up and that you are down
all I can do is sit around and frown

The Summer’s Dog
By Harriet (Claremont Immersion School, Grade 3)

On a summers day I take my dog on a walk. It is a very hot afternoon. We now walked about 0.5 miles. Then... BOOM! The storm hits. We run home really fast. The muddy puppy paw prints are everywhere. We take a bath and we will go again the next day.

Early Riser
By MacKayla Natalini (Wakefield High School, Grade 10)
First bloom breaks the ground
A soft hue against the cold
Winter is still here.
Even the quietest things
Know when it’s their time to rise.

Cross Country
By Theo Fusarelli (Wakefield High School, Grade 10)
Over endless hills,
Framed by woods with sky-high trees
Breathing restlessly,
I am trying to convince --
My legs to keep on running.

(LANES AND LUNGS)
by Amiah Whitted (Wakefield High School, Grade 10)
The starting gun, the silence snaps,
I chase the wind in spiked-up laps.
My breath burns sharp, my quads are at flame,
But speed and pain both play in this game.
The track is truth, each lane a line,
A race against what’s not yet mine.
No crowds, no noise just pulse and pace,
A clock, a lane, a life to chase.

Honorable Mentions

Lake
By Harriet (Claremont Immersion School, Grade 3)
 As I sit by the lake I see the lake. When I take a look at the lake I see a little beyond it. I can see the turtles swimming along the lake. I hear the birds chirping. I stay the whole day. I stay so long when I am starting to leave the sun goes down then I leave the lake.

Understood
By Freja Simon (Dorothy Hamm Middle School, Grade 8)
I may not be the best student
my work may not be flawless.
But, if I’m given an opportunity
to write about my experiences, thoughts, feelings or even opinions
I will write full pages and poems
just to allow someone,
anyone really
feel heard or understood.

Ode to Water
By Kate Johnson (Dorothy Hamm Middle School, Grade 8)
A cannonball
And the surface tension broken
A source of childhood
Splashes and screams
As seaweed brushes our feet
The current can carry me away
With the waves
But the pump of
My arms keeps me grounded

Do I Permission To Speak?
By Abby C. (Dorothy Hamm Middle School, Grade 8)
I sit on the edge of my seat
I reach for the sky with my hand, waving it in the air
I lock my eyes on the teacher
I send my message to her
Call on me
Let me speak
Let me be heard
Let me share my voice
Let me
Please

What Flowers Know
By Kylie (Dorothy Hamm Middle School, Grade 8)
Flowers never ask if they’re enough
they bloom, even in broken soil.

 A petal doesn’t question the wind,
it just moves.

Some open loud, like laughter.
Others whisper in shades of blue.

They live for light,
but grow in darkness too.

Maybe that’s what makes them beautiful.

Endless Opportunity
By Everly U. (Dorothy Hamm Middle School, Grade 8)
Words—
They tell a story to be heard,
transport readers,
on a journey filled with sorrow,
leaving an anvil on your chest,
through voyage of joyous chaos,
sending aloft a weight you started with.
That’s for
you
to explore.

Evening Light
By Michael B. (Dorothy Hamm Middle School, Grade 8)
Evening light turns the green grass
Into a golden harp of crickets and fireflies

Evening light reflects off the splashes in the pool
Sharing its orange hue
To all who bask in the sky’s glory below

Evening light soothes the blistering welts from the blazing sun
‘cause we’ve worked in the heat for a little while too long. 

Haiku for Teacher
By Raiden H. (Dorothy Hamm Middle School, Grade 8)
Teach said write stories
I wrote a haiku instead
He ended up mad

Ode to Salt
By Ethan Shinn (Dorothy Hamm Middle School, Grade 8)
Salt

from the mines
to the shaker
to the table
and the plate
a pop of flavors
exploding off the dish
onto your tongue
like popcorn popping in the microwave
you bring life and personality to any plain flavorless dinner

The Bus
By Tor Morrissey (Dorothy Hamm Middle School, Grade 6)
writing poetry is fun
you can write poetry anywhere
from Clarendon to Virginia Square
bright as the sun
grey as the sky on a rainy day
i like writing poetry everywhere
poetry takes your time from you
writing poetry on the bus is on top
I totally just missed my stop

Grass scars
By Zoe (Dorothy Hamm Middle School, Grade 6)
When we get cut and after grow
We won’t be the same
Because the stronger thing came
And we all got scars
Because it doesn’t care who we are
No matter what the cut will thrive
The cut never dies
The cut will always be live
When it comes let it be
Trust because that’s what happened to me

Act 1: The Warmth of Love
By Kelso (HB-Woodlawn, Grade 9)
The sun loves all
she loves the warming shine that the water reflects
loves to see the nature of growth
she awakes with a shimmering sigh
giving hope to all dreams that have seemed to seep into the cracks
she gives love to the leaves, both green and gold
The sun gives her warmth to all, no matter the life

Animals All Over The Globe.
by Jude (Long Branch, Grade 3)
Animals are slimy,scary,strong and more what’s your favorite one it could be dolphin in the sea or maybe a bird flying in the sky there is all kinds of animals as much as the eye can see as much as you’re able to see your pet could be a fish a dog a cat a cricket just which one is your favorite.

One Piece of Trash
By Charlie Whiteman (Swanson, Grade 8)
One person picked up one piece of trash.
Just one person. Just one piece of trash.
People will say picking up one piece of trash doesn't make a difference.
It is just one little piece of trash after all. 
However, if the piece of trash didn't get picked up, that little piece of trash would have found it's way into the ocean.
Maybe it would end up in the mouth of a sea turtle, choking it.
Maybe that piece of trash would have found itself wrapped around a fish
So even though it was just one piece of trash picked up by one person,
It helped.

My Bookshelf
By Juliana Wyss (Swanson, Grade 6)
Worn leather binds and well-loved pages
Old musty covers and written rages
A world of fantasy, fear, and youth
But lift back the page and see the truth
The scratched rough wood from generations before
Stories of heroes, villains, and more
Lost in a world that no one can see
But take a closer look and just maybe
Within the pages you’ll see yourself
All in the world of my bookshelf

Night Thoughts
By Rosana Wahdat (Wakefield, Grade 10)
The stars do not speak,
Yet their silence comforts me
More than any sound.
Even in the darkest night,
I remember I am light.

Rivers
By Bella Silverbrand (Washington-Liberty, Grade 9)
Good things come and go as do rivers, I’ve
stood tall but also small, great ideas are known
If I work hard, I can move quickly like rivers
Cliff is what I look over to see the world that is so ancient
From now on I will add color to the world, I will not make it dusky
Become strong and stand tall is what I will do, as do rivers

Selected by juror Simon Shieh from 415 entries by 266 students, the work of the ten winning poets will be printed on colorful placards and displayed prominently on Arlington Transit’s ARTbuses, enlivening the ride for thousands of commuters.

Read all 2024 Student Moving Words winning and honorable mention poems below! 

2024 Student Moving Words Winning Poems

A Deer in Spring
Hattie Montague (2nd Grade, Montessori Public School of Arlington)
A storm is on its way like a graceful deer on the run.
The spruce leaves dancing in the wind are its shaking tail.
The branches of trees are its wobbling legs.
Its spots are the flowers of a bush.
Its graceful heels are the rose leaves in the wind.
And the dust of its passage is the silent seed of the dandelion.
This deer is in spring.

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Dhalia (5th Grade, Arlington Traditional School)
The world
So small yet so big
Barely a percent of our universe
Yet so much goes undiscovered
Like a speeding train
So much around us
Incomprehensible
To the human eye
Will eventually wither way
Like a flower in the snow

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Lillian Brinkman (5th Grade, Arlington Traditional School)
To the bunny who became a helicopter,
I picked you up to brush your soft caramel fur,
But to my surprise, you flipped and rolled in my arms,
Sure your fur is soft but YOUR CLAWS ARE SO SHARP!
Lulu the flying rabbit-
Why-
You refused to stop until I put you down, why-
You scratched me in the process too!
If you’re sour about the raspberry instead of a blueberry,
I’m SORRY it wasn’t up to your STANDARDS!

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Jimmy Daley (8th Grade, Dorothy Hamm Middle School)
Spilled light
burns
burnishes the night
into bronze.
Little stars duel the city
and its electric flame.

Out past the veil
beyond the human glow
we find dusk
a phoenix rising from our fires.

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Nina Jaeckel (8th Grade, Dorothy Hamm Middle School)
I am a person
No matter who I love
No matter what I like
No matter how I dress
If I wanted your opinion,
I guess I would have asked
Short hair
Long shorts
Dresses in the trash
It never ever meant that I mattered any less

please leave a message after the tone
Blue (8th Grade, Dorothy Hamm Middle School)
you have 7 missed calls. Would you like to play the voicemails?

hey, i don’t know if it was something i said, or—
can we talk about this, maybe? I think that maybe—
why are you being so dramatic about this? I don’t get why you—
god, I hate you, this was all a mistake, and i—
look, I’m sorry for yelling, I never—
what did I do? What did I ever do to you? I worked—

please just call me back.

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Ambika S. (8th Grade, Dorothy Hamm Middle School)
My grandfather’s comforting hold on me
Never letting go
My silly hairstyle like a fountain
The cruel heat of a Chennai summer
My clueless face
With his loving gaze
The hidden solemness of his face
The flow of his ashes in the river
Nature opening her comforting embrace for him
But I still see him following me through every walk of life
Never letting go

For the postponed
Julian Osmanov-Fitzgerald (12th Grade, Wakefield High School)
Press your head to the drain
Take a drag of the earth
Study both edge and ridge
And be loved by the weavers

Public Transit
Samantha Phipps (10th Grade, Wakefield High School)
When it's cold outside, I wish it could come faster.
Four…Three…Two minutes away
I count down every second but a watched pot never boils.
Finally I hear the tires against the pavement and the engine roar.
“Arriving” flashes in lights
The welcoming doors open wide
The heat on full blast hits my skin and my fingers defrost.
I take my seat alone and fold my arms, forehead pressed against the frigid window.
I fog up the glass from the heat of my breath
My inner child awakens and draws a smiling face to keep me company.

Selected by juror Tatiana Figueroa Ramirez from 132 entries by 88 students, the work of the ten winning poets will be printed on colorful placards and displayed prominently on Arlington Transit’s ARTbuses, enlivening the ride for thousands of commuters. The poems were selected from each of the following categories: K-2nd, 3rd–5th, 6th–8th, and 9th–12^th. 

Read all 2021 Student Moving Words winning and honorable mention poems below! 

2021 Student Moving Words Winning Poems

Hannah Montoya-Schons (7th Grade, HB-Woodlawn)
I remember the desert that never ends with mountains scattered all around.
I remember waking up to the adult’s chatter and the morning light.
I would have endless play dates with my cousins there.
I would ride a horse into the dark.
1:00 am was the curfew and just before then I’d have fun.
I’d end my day being tired from all the activity.

Emilio Mucchetti (5th Grade, Nottingham Elementary School)
Victory In Sight
I emerge from COVID
Like the sun rising after night,
Taking the moon's place.
Finally, I can see my cousins again.
I feel lighter.
Even the air feels sweeter.

Ellie Leichtman (6th Grade, Kenmore Middle School)
Tree
Arising from the earth new and fresh
Wriggling free from the ground
New life and new leaves
Taller, taller, and taller it grows
Reaching the sky
Spreading its fingertips wide
Green and plentiful it grows and flourishes
One day shedding its leaves and fading slowly away
It’s seeds soak into the earth creating new life, sinking roots into the ground
And one day sprouting from the soft wet dirt it begins anew

Heili Shattuck (6th Grade, Kenmore Middle School)
the list is posted,
think back to 2 weeks ago you were Michael Jordan on that court,
Lionel Messi on the field,
Simone Biles on the floor,
everyone else had those Jordan Air's and cocky smiles,
not you no sir,
you,
on the varsity boys basketball team,
you,
a girl

Anatoly Rodriguez Veizaga (6th Grade, Kenmore Middle School)
Crucial
Overwhelming
Veil
Infection
Depressing

Charlotte Fletcher (7th Grade, HB Woodlawn)
The hours of late
The Great Crater Lake
My eyes have it too
The shade that rhymes with clue
If my soul was a color
It would be none other
Than the one that’s always true
What do they call it?
Isn’t it...
Blue?

Samuel Jackman (8th Grade, Dorothy Hamm Middle School)
I stare in awe of the sun's grand exit
as it declines into the sea—
like Helios joining Persephone in the underworld,
the evening light enchants me like fairy dust—
so beautiful that my jaw
falls
     to
        the
              floor
at the sight of it.

Nicola Beaumont (9th Grade, HB Woodlawn)
Home
At the end of the well-worn path,
Traversed by the weary and the alone,
What lies at the end but home?

Home remains the same throughout time,
Whether it be made of earth or stone,
No matter the place or the price to be paid,
It is a shelter that you call your own.

Come in, come in,
Take in the warmth from light and from flame.
Live and grow and change.

Erick F. Corzo-Valle (10th Grade, Wakefield High School)
I can say it in English,
or in Spanish, maybe in German,
in Arabic sounds beautiful,
and French isn't left behind, but
I just wanted to let you know,
that you look beautiful today.

Rain Varela (11th Grade, Wakefield High School)
always trust someone whose mouth is lined with insects
who makes frogs out of beeping and glowing clay
and feels joy to hear the screech of grinding metal
because the trust and love of someone who spends all their days
listening to the thrum of the universe's heartbeat
and thinks that all smells are about the same
cannot be rivaled by all praise that comes from
the beast that wants to give people their names

2021 Student Moving Words Honorable Mention Poems

Julia Green (7th Grade, HB Woodlawn)
a thought lingers in my brain
It brings me pain but it wont go away
Is it really a thought or is it a memory
A memory of a very bad day or a way,
A way i was treated long ago
By a person with a rather large ego
A person Who made me feel worthless and belittled
The feeling stays there strong,
Without the memory there in my brain,
the sun can shine for another day

Tyson Walther (7th Grade, HB Woodlawn)
I drop down my board
I don’t want to try this again
The scary set of stairs starts to stare at me
The battle begins
So I push as hard as I can
harder than a fighters punch to the face
I take three huge pushes
I knew I could do it
I look down at my board
Then I put my head up I see the stairs
I pop my board, POW and I roll away

Shaina Broudy (6th Grade, Kenmore Middle School)
Wish
A wish is something to hold on to
Cast one upon a star
A wish is the blow of a dandelion
That takes it’s seeds so far
Blow out your candles on your birthday
Just like you always do
A wish is a hope, a dream
And one day it just might come true

Lili Demerdjieva (11th Grade, Wakefield High School)
You are art.
You are a combination of everything.
Of people you love,
Of people you do not talk to anymore,
Of people who hurt you.
You are a walking mural,
A combination of everything you once knew or once loved,
Or still know,
Or still love.
You are art.

Juhud Abdulkadir (11th Grade, Wakefield High School)
A pond of water
A forest full of beautiful flowers
A city full of people
House full of people
Yet we can’t find our comfort
The feeling of love rare
Yet the phrase is a trend
Oh my life
What have you stored for me?

Tarek Khalifa (8th Grade, Swanson Middle School)
What is paradise, what can it be?
Is it the same to you as it is to me?

Is it a place where one forgets their problems for a while
somewhere where people just stop and smile?

Or is it something deeper? A place that doesn’t end
where you have the rest of your life to spend?

Is it a place where you are happy with who you are
where all is good and bad is a far?

A place where calmness runs from your head to your toe,
where relaxation and comfort are all that you know.

What is paradise, what can it be?
Is it the same to you as it is to me?

Brandon Kaplan (8th Grade, Dorothy Hamm Middle School)
I am from concussions,
From leg injuries,
From hip injuries,
All of which made everything tougher
I am from Mom and Dad,
I am from pickup Basketball or Football games with my friends,
I am from Xbox and 2k, wagering and toxicity, winning and cheering
But most importantly…
I am from the people who believe in me

Josie Clayton (8th Grade, Dorothy Hamm Middle School)
I am from DC, the Kennedy Center, and Nationals games
I am from Saturday trips to mini golf and ice cream
I am from Cinnamon Toast Crunch, from PB&J in princess sandwich boxes
I am from social media and viral videos and funny challenges
I am from the cherry blossoms and daffodils and honey suckle
I am from the long drives with loads of movies
I am from because I said so and don’t ask again
I am from Oliver and Avery’s backyard
I am from the soccer fields and basketball courts the high school theaters and band concerts
I am from an age of masks and fear and death, but also hope and justice and ingenuity

Lane Samowich (8th Grade, Dorothy Hamm Middle School)
the sun is saying goodbye
but don’t worry the scattered stars will be here soon
as the damp grass reaches up to tickle our feet
we watch as the sun is devoured by darkness
and while we wait for the stars
driving in divine cars
eating homemade ice cream bars
as strawberry sweetness drips down our arms
we prepare to say goodbye, to everything and nothing
and as sun finally drifts away I close my eyes to say, goodbye

Emma Hemsch (8th Grade, Dorothy Hamm Middle School)
Evening light frowns upon shoes;
In fact, all our feet are bare
As the sun turns her cheek to look the other way
We make the rules in her absence
Walking across town to the beach
Through sandy yards and across cooling pavement
Extraneous clothes are shed like fake skins;
We have no need for our shields
When the harsh, cruel judgement of the world is gone for the night.

Helena Connel (8th Grade, Williamsburg Middle School)
Almost
I feel it in my finger
A blister forming from my pencil
My head hurts
My brain almost an empty pool
Almost
I almost quit
Almost
But change isn’t easy
My words almost didn’t make a difference
Almost

Juliet Connel (4th Grade, Tuckahoe Elementary School)
Blossoms
When the wind blows
they fall out into the wind
till the next spring

More than six hundred poems were submitted in 2017 by Arlington Public Schools students from all grades; from these ten winning poems and eight honorable mention awardees were selected.  The competition judges were area poets Holly Karapetkova and Martha Sanchez-Lowery and Arlington County Poet Laureate Katherine E. Young.

To see all student Moving Words poems since 1999, visit the Arlington Transit website, ArlingtonTransit.com.

Read all 2017 Student Moving Words winning and honorable mention poems below! 

2017 Student Moving Words Winning Poems

Luis Has Money
My friends and me
Going down the street
To Dairy Queen
We made it
We order
Now the moment
Of Truth
Who’s paying?
We know
Luis

– Mauricio Ventura, 9th Grade, Wakefield High School

Sadness
Sadness is a hole with no bottom
Sadness is a night with no stars
Sadness is when the sun won’t shine
And the rain won’t stop
Sadness is a shadow
But shadows only exist
When somewhere there is light.

– Bronwen Kubiak, 6th Grade, Thomas Jefferson Middle School

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Driving
Really fast
Imagining buses
Velvet
Elegant
Rubber tires

–  Edan Goldenpine, Kindergarten, Drew Model Elementary School

From the Mind of Led Lorenz to the Global Resistance Movements
One fragile wing flap
A tsunami’s breath away
The catalyst? You.

– Marilyn Warren, 8th Grade, Kenmore Middle School

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I am from the restless cities and the peaceful countrysides
I am from the days I felt the sun’s scorching heat
(On the nights, a cool summer breeze)
I am from the sloped mountains of Idaho
And the laid back towns of Virginia
From constantly running from the past
And Never looking back

– Matthew Kress, 8th Grade, Swanson Middle School

Sea Stars
Sea stars look like they
Don’t move all day…
long.
But you’re VERY wrong.
They eat clams and mussels…
But they do. not. hustle!

– Rachel Gaynor, 1st Grade, Ashlawn Elementary School

Wooden dock
Creaks beneath my bike
Crab pots and grey strings left out
The jetty piers groan.

– Lily Watson, 8th Grade, Kenmore Middle School

When will we go Home?
The elephants will link their trunks to others’ tails and follow the sinking sun
The birds will soar with the wind and dive into their nests
The wolves will dash through the snow howling until they meet their dens
We will get on the buses and ride through the packed roads
Finally approaching the place we call home

–  Lina Kim, 5th Grade, Arlington Traditional School

Night
The ocean is an ink-black rubber band
stretching through the night.
A cold breeze passes through the city
like a mysterious kite.
The fish are swimming
deep in the sea.
Everything is silent
and no one can see.
When the clock strikes midnight
it’s another life to me.

– Jacqueline Joyce, 1st Grade, Arlington Science Focus School

Half Moon
Bright as a gem
Black and blue painted across the sky
The wind sounds like crystals falling from the air
Why is the moon so bright?
What does it feel like?
I feel so comfortable and happy as sparkling white snow
Good night moon
Good night moon
Good night moon

–  Eleanor, 2nd Grade, Jamestown Elementary

2017 Student Moving Words Honorable Mention Poems

That Old Brick House
hearts will break and bruises ache
in that old brick house
dads throw fits and wives get hit
in that old brick house
times were strange but children change
in that old brick house
wounds will heal, we’re made of steel
in my old brick house
when I leave no one will grieve
in that old brick house

– Molly Lane, 8th Grade, Swanson Middle School

Nosotros Decimos
Nosotros decimos
Hablar alto!
Se túá mismo!
Pero porqué decimos
Haz lo que hacen
Y
Ve con la multitude
Cuál es correcto?
No lo sabemos

– Guy Shoji, 7th Grade, Swanson Middle School

El Hombre
Hey you suit and tie man!
Why are you on the green bus?
Are you going to the big glass building?
Anyways what are you going to accomplish in your long day of work?
You should make sure you wear matching socks next time.
And you shouldn’t have your papers sticking out of your briefcase.
Pull your tie tighter!
At the end of the day you’ll be on this bus again
with a wallet of cash as fat as a Bible.
Well this is goodbye…It’s your stop.

– Ramon Allen-Arellano, 9th Grade, Wakefield High School

A World I Dream Of
I dream of a world where women aren’t look down upon,
Stereotyped as housewives,
Belonging in a kitchen
I dream of a world where every civilian is treated fairly,
Regardless of the color of their skin
I dream of a world where we aren’t judged by our looks,
By the way we dress,
By the way we speak,
By the way we are shaped
I dream of a world where I get to change something

-Samantha Phuoc Tran, 8th Grade, Swanson Middle School

Where I’m From
I am from enchiladas
The smoke of the carne blowing in my face
From my soft cloud bed in my home
I am from karate kicks
and from rocket soccer goals
I am from Reynaldo and Maribel
I am from No drugs
From not going to church but still believing.

– Anonymous, 7th Grade, Kenmore Middle School

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Ice, snow, hail, slush,
pounding down like a thousand heartbeats,
tickling the tip of my nose
as I walk in to the blankness
of cold.

–  Eve Nardone, 3rd Grade, Arlington Traditional School

One Shiny Star
It glitters like a holiday tree,
The song of the star shining.
It comes home to my heart.
You can see it.

–  Zoë Spangler, Kindergarten, Abingdon Elementary School