By Tatiana Rebecca Shrayer

On a cloudy Monday morning
bearded fathers with children
trekked to the docks,
carrying plastic buckets

By Katie Zhang

Don’t you know? A mother’s actions
echo love the way a cave echoes the cries
of lost travellers. My daughter,
even happiness is temporary. Don’t you know?

By Shanmathi Ganesh

Tring tring ,tring the phone rang. Robert ran and grabbed the phone, “Hello, who is this?” said Robert.
The caller said” This is Rosa! Will it be possible to have a play date today?

By Ishita Uppadhayay

Hope is a powerful feeling, you know,
It’s beautiful and bright,
It’s the morning sun aglow.

By Hannah Thompson

Said a lumberjack to his family,
“I’ll go and fetch a Christmas tree.

By Ishita Uppadhayay< I once saw a star, burning beautifully blue,
A sparkling curiosity, hidden well from view.