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Copyright 2001 <strong>Toronto</strong> <strong>District</strong> <strong>School</strong> <strong>Board</strong><br />
ISBN: 0-88881-301-5<br />
For inquiries about this publication, please write to<br />
Communications and Public Affairs, <strong>Toronto</strong> <strong>District</strong><br />
<strong>School</strong> <strong>Board</strong>, 155 College Street, <strong>Toronto</strong>, Ontario<br />
M5T 1P6.<br />
Cover art by:<br />
Irina L<br />
Grade 8
We wish to thank Gerry Connelly, Executive<br />
Officer of Instruction, for her support of this<br />
important project.<br />
We also wish to thank the following people for their<br />
assistance:<br />
Neil Andersen<br />
Ann Amberg<br />
Julia Arnold<br />
Joan Barrett<br />
Ann Birch<br />
John Caldarone<br />
Donna Creighton<br />
Yves Desrochers<br />
Dianne Duffett<br />
Dianne Fenner<br />
Nancy Fernandes<br />
Jovette Gagnon<br />
Julie Glazier<br />
Lise Hawkins<br />
Danielle Honour<br />
Mima Hoyes<br />
Judith Hunter<br />
Marie Kozulak-Walker<br />
Paul Leclerc<br />
Gillda Leitenberg<br />
Joan Littleford<br />
Jennifer McIntyre<br />
Stefi Oriotis<br />
Lynne Pattenden<br />
Alison Pearce<br />
Mindy Pollishuke<br />
Candace Ramdial<br />
Carol Ricker-Wilson<br />
Michael Stubitsch<br />
Brenda Tvrdy<br />
Su Wahay<br />
Claudette White<br />
Suzanne Witkin
We wish to acknowledge all the schools that<br />
expressed an interest in this project by<br />
submitting poetry and illustrations:<br />
Adam Beck Jr. P.S.<br />
Agincourt C.I.<br />
Agnes Macphail P.S.<br />
Albion Heights J.M.S.<br />
Allenby Jr. P.S.<br />
ALPHA Alternative <strong>School</strong><br />
Ancaster P.S.<br />
Arlington M.S.<br />
A.Y. Jackson S.S.<br />
Bala Avenue<br />
Community <strong>School</strong><br />
Balmy Beach C.S.<br />
Bayview M.S.<br />
Beaumonde Heights J.M.S.<br />
Bennington Heights E.S.<br />
Beverley Heights M.S.<br />
Beverly Glen Jr. P.S.<br />
Bliss Carman Sr. P.S.<br />
Bloordale M.S.<br />
Bloorlea M.S.<br />
Blythwood Jr. P.S.<br />
Bowmore P.S.<br />
Brian P.S.<br />
Briar Hill Jr. P.S.<br />
Broadacres J.S.<br />
Burnamthorpe Adult<br />
Learning Centre<br />
Cameron P.S.<br />
Carleton Village P.S.<br />
Central Technical <strong>School</strong><br />
Charles Gordon Sr. P.S.<br />
Chine Drive P.S.<br />
City <strong>School</strong><br />
Claude Watson <strong>School</strong><br />
for the Arts<br />
Clinton Street Jr. P.S.<br />
Cordella P.S.<br />
Cosburn M.S.<br />
C.R. Marchant M.S.<br />
Cresthaven P.S.<br />
Cummer Valley M.S.<br />
C.W. Jefferys C.I.<br />
Dallington P.S.<br />
Danforth C. & T.I.<br />
David Lewis P.S.<br />
Deer Park Jr. & Sr. P.S.<br />
Delta Alternative <strong>School</strong> Sr.<br />
Denlow P.S.<br />
Don Mills M.S.<br />
Don Mills C.I.
Don Valley J.H.S<br />
Donview M.S.<br />
Dovercourt Jr. P.S.<br />
Dr. Marion Hilliard Sr. P.S.<br />
Dr. Norman Bethune C.I.<br />
Earl Grey Sr. <strong>School</strong><br />
Earl Haig Jr. P.S.<br />
Earl Haig S.S.<br />
East York Alternative S.S.<br />
East York C.I.<br />
Eastdale C.I.<br />
Elkhorn P.S.<br />
Elmbank J.M.A.<br />
Elmlea J.S.<br />
Emery C.I.<br />
Essex P.S.<br />
Etobicoke C.I.<br />
Etobicoke <strong>School</strong> of the Arts<br />
Fairbank Memorial<br />
Community <strong>School</strong><br />
Fairbank M.S.<br />
Fairmount Jr. P.S.<br />
Faywood Arts-Based<br />
Curriculum <strong>School</strong><br />
Fenside P.S.<br />
Fern Avenue P.S.<br />
F.H. Miller Jr. P.S.<br />
Finch P.S.<br />
Flemington P.S.<br />
Forest Hill C.I.<br />
Forest Hill Jr. & Sr. P.S.<br />
Garden Avenue Jr. P.S.<br />
George Anderson P.S.<br />
George Harvey C.I.<br />
George Webster E.S.<br />
Gledhill Jr. P.S.<br />
Glenview Sr. P.S.<br />
Gordon A. Brown M.S.<br />
Gracedale P.S.<br />
Greenholme J.M.S.<br />
Grenoble P.S.<br />
Gulfstream P.S.<br />
H.A. Halbert Jr. P.S.<br />
Harbord C.I.<br />
Harrison P.S.<br />
High Park Alternative P.S.<br />
Highfield J.S.<br />
Highland J.H.S.<br />
Highview P.S.<br />
Hillcrest Jr. P.S.<br />
Hilltop M.S.<br />
Hollycrest M.S.<br />
Howard Jr. P.S.<br />
Humber Summit M.S.<br />
Humbercrest P.S.<br />
Humberside C.I.<br />
Hunter’s Glen Jr. P.S.<br />
Huron Street Jr. P.S.<br />
Indian Road Crescent Jr. P.S.<br />
Ionview P.S.
Iroquois Jr. P.S.<br />
Islington J.M.S.<br />
Jesse Ketchum P.S.<br />
J.G. Workman P.S.<br />
John D. Parker J.S.<br />
John English J.M.S.<br />
John Fisher Jr. P.S.<br />
John G. Althouse M.S.<br />
Joyce P.S.<br />
Keele Street Jr. P.S.<br />
Kent Sr. P.S.<br />
Kew Beach Jr. P.S.<br />
Kimberley Jr. P.S.<br />
Lakeshore C.I.<br />
Lamberton P.S.<br />
Lambton-Kingsway J.M.S.<br />
Lanor J.M.S.<br />
Lawrence Park C.I.<br />
Leaside H.S.<br />
Lescon P.S.<br />
Leslieville Jr. P.S.<br />
Lillian P.S.<br />
Lord Dufferin Jr. & Sr. P.S.<br />
Lord Lansdowne P.S.<br />
Lucy Maud Montgomery<br />
Jr. & Sr. P.S.<br />
Martingrove C.I.<br />
Military Trail P.S.<br />
Mill Valley J.S.<br />
Millwood J.S.<br />
Milne Valley M.S.<br />
Morse Street P.S.<br />
Nelson A. Boylen C.I.<br />
Newtonbrook S.S.<br />
Niagara Street P.S.<br />
Norseman J.M.S.<br />
North Agincourt Jr. P.S.<br />
North Albion C.I.<br />
North Bridlewood Jr. P.S.<br />
North Kipling J.M.S.<br />
North <strong>Toronto</strong> C.I.<br />
Northern S.S.<br />
Northlea E. & M.S.<br />
Oakridge Jr. P.S.<br />
Ogden Jr. P.S.<br />
Owen P.S.<br />
Palmerston Avenue P.S.<br />
Pape Avenue P.S.<br />
Parkdale C.I.<br />
Parkdale Jr. & Sr. P.S.<br />
Parkfield J.S.<br />
Pauline P.S.<br />
Pineway P.S.<br />
Pleasant P.S.<br />
Poplar Road Jr. P.S.<br />
Port Royal P.S.<br />
Pringdale Gardens Jr. P.S.<br />
Queen Alexandra Sr. P.S.<br />
Quest Alternative <strong>School</strong> Sr.<br />
Rawlinson Community <strong>School</strong>
Regal Road P.S.<br />
R.H. King Academy<br />
R.H. McGregor <strong>School</strong><br />
Richview C.I.<br />
Riverdale C.I.<br />
Rose Avenue P.S.<br />
Rosedale Heights S.S.<br />
Roselands Jr. P.S.<br />
Rosethorn J.S.<br />
Runnymede Jr. & Sr. P.S.<br />
Samuel Hearne Sr. P.S.<br />
<strong>School</strong> of Experiential<br />
Education (SEE)<br />
Secord <strong>School</strong><br />
Sheppard P.S.<br />
Shirley Street <strong>School</strong><br />
Shoreham P.S.<br />
Silverthorn C.I.<br />
Silverthorn Jr. P.S.<br />
Sir Adam Beck J.S.<br />
Sir Alexander MacKenzie<br />
Sr. P.S.<br />
Sir Ernest MacMillan Sr. P.S.<br />
Sir Robert L. Borden B.T.I.<br />
Smithfield M.S.<br />
Spectrum Alternative<br />
<strong>School</strong> Sr.<br />
Sprucecourt P.S.<br />
St. George’s J.S.<br />
Stanley P.S.<br />
Subway Academy I<br />
Swansea P.S.<br />
The Waterfront <strong>School</strong><br />
Thistletown C.I.<br />
Ursula Franklin Academy<br />
Valley Park M.S.<br />
Vaughan Road Academy<br />
Wedgewood Jr. <strong>School</strong><br />
West Glen J.S.<br />
West Humber J.M.S.<br />
West <strong>Toronto</strong> C.I.<br />
Weston C.I.<br />
Westview Centennial S.S.<br />
Wexford C.I.<br />
Whitney P.S.<br />
Williamson Road P.S.<br />
Willow Park Jr. P.S.<br />
Winchester Jr. & Sr. P.S.<br />
Winona Drive Sr. P.S.<br />
Winston Churchill C.I.<br />
Withrow Avenue P.S.<br />
Woburn C.I.<br />
York A.D.S.<br />
York Memorial C.I.
Marguerite Jackson,<br />
Director of Education<br />
Irene Atkinson,<br />
Chair of the <strong>Board</strong><br />
A Message from the Director and Chair<br />
Welcome to the second edition of Urban Voices/L’écho de la<br />
ville. The poetry and illustrations in this book represent the<br />
work of students in the <strong>Toronto</strong> <strong>District</strong> <strong>School</strong> <strong>Board</strong> from<br />
Kindergarten to OAC. This work reflects the skills,<br />
knowledge, and appreciation for poetry and art that our<br />
young people have learned in their classrooms.<br />
The poet William Wordsworth said, “Poetry is the breath and<br />
finer spirit of all knowledge.” Our young people in the <strong>Toronto</strong><br />
<strong>District</strong> <strong>School</strong> <strong>Board</strong> have infused breath and spirit into<br />
their work and brought their knowledge to life. We are<br />
confident that you will be touched by the powerful images<br />
that the students present in these poems and illustrations.
A Message from Gillda Leitenberg,<br />
<strong>District</strong>-wide Co-ordinator of English/Literacy<br />
Urban Voices/L’écho de la ville 2001 is the second districtwide<br />
publication of poetry and illustrations by the elementary<br />
and secondary students of the <strong>Toronto</strong> <strong>District</strong> <strong>School</strong> <strong>Board</strong>.<br />
Within the pages of this anthology, our students have given<br />
voice, in English and in French, to their memories, questions,<br />
passions, and dreams. Sometimes, their voices are filled<br />
with wonder, sometimes with the sorrow of loss, sometimes<br />
with delight, and sometimes with the pain of self-knowledge.<br />
Always our students have drawn on their inner selves and<br />
the power of language or visual image to shape their<br />
experiences and communicate their truth.<br />
Urban Voices/L’écho de la ville 2001 is also a celebration of<br />
<strong>Toronto</strong> <strong>District</strong> <strong>School</strong> <strong>Board</strong> classrooms. We are indebted<br />
to the hundreds of teachers who, despite incredible pressures<br />
and overloaded schedules, submitted over 2000 poems and<br />
illustrations. Your rich programs and broad definitions of<br />
literacy continue to provide safe spaces for the imaginative<br />
spirit and the artistic craft to flourish.<br />
And finally, a special thank you to Brenda Tvrdy and Carol<br />
Ricker-Wilson. This anthology would not have been possible<br />
without their dedicated leadership.
Subway<br />
Andrew G<br />
OAC<br />
silver snakes streaming below stifled streets<br />
worms of man rumble.<br />
transport tube of thousands tethered<br />
rat express open.<br />
turnstiles clogged<br />
papers discarded<br />
tickets dispensed<br />
shuttles boarded<br />
subterranean scenery smoky and still<br />
concrete catacombs cloaked in graffiti<br />
platforms tip like scales of imbalance<br />
weary escalators escort the restless<br />
recycled respiration<br />
blur of motion<br />
daylight abandoned<br />
sea of commotion<br />
flash of red light<br />
bleep and chime<br />
twisting tin tunnel<br />
portal of time<br />
enter the ant farm of funnels and passages<br />
directionless<br />
stops uncertain<br />
transfers forgotten<br />
wandering the labyrinth of life<br />
pick the west train<br />
the east train<br />
any train<br />
see where it takes you<br />
Urban Voices • L’écho de la ville 2001 1
Untitled<br />
Words find a way to the page,<br />
If you listen with your heart,<br />
A feeling inside of you<br />
Whispers,<br />
To write a poem.<br />
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Mariko S<br />
Grade 8
SEPTEMBER<br />
I met her when my desperation<br />
was at its peak<br />
when the cold days and long nights<br />
were ending<br />
Amidst her blooming and rebirth<br />
I fell for her<br />
How could she be September?<br />
Mark S<br />
OAC<br />
Showing no signs of a colourful past<br />
just her sunny green present<br />
I believe my eyes<br />
Through sun and moon her beauty endures<br />
intensifies<br />
brimming with heat<br />
blazing with sunshine<br />
I pray for permanence<br />
But now I can see her<br />
for the one she really is<br />
Deceiver, September<br />
Shedding the faces of months past, overnight<br />
Departing in an eruption of colour<br />
Colour falling to the hardening ground<br />
She left me when my adulation<br />
was at its peak<br />
When the long days and warm nights<br />
were ending<br />
Urban Voices • L’écho de la ville 2001 3
Untitled<br />
4 Urban Voices • L’écho de la ville 2001<br />
Rehana A<br />
Grade 7<br />
The job of a chocolate is to leave<br />
Your mouth watering with a<br />
Sparkling sensation after the first munch.<br />
It is also eaten to indulge<br />
Pleasure in a time of despair.<br />
The job of a chocolate is to be<br />
Gift wrapped and given to loved ones<br />
On special occasions;<br />
To be greedily eaten by children during recess.<br />
The job of a chocolate is to tell a<br />
Different story in every mouth.
How to Rake Leaves<br />
Raking leaves is like combing<br />
through a mop of straggly, brownish-red hair.<br />
It is exhausting and difficult,<br />
But it can be amusing at the same time.<br />
Stephanie K<br />
Grade 5<br />
So go find the rake in the messy storage space.<br />
Go outside to the red, orange and yellow-covered lawn.<br />
Divide the lawn into four squares.<br />
Start in the corners and pull with all your might.<br />
Soon you will find that your arm muscles stiffen.<br />
So take a short break and enjoy your autumn surroundings.<br />
Relish the cool autumn breeze tingling against your face.<br />
Rake back and forth till the mound starts growing.<br />
A pile is complete when the grass can be seen.<br />
Hard physical work creates a sense of accomplishment.<br />
Start another corner. A pile will be seen.<br />
Only two more corners to go!<br />
Pull as hard as you can against the wind.<br />
The last corner is almost complete.<br />
Now walk around the piles,<br />
joining them like a train.<br />
Pile them high.<br />
Measure against your head.<br />
Now remember how to dive when swimming.<br />
Then do just that right into the leaves.<br />
Lie. Stretch. Sigh.<br />
Urban Voices • L’écho de la ville 2001 5
don’t fight heaven<br />
seraphim have deemed<br />
that you will always<br />
breathe my air<br />
maybe my ancestral<br />
mother shared a latte<br />
with your forefather<br />
in a place we’ve<br />
only heard of<br />
jakarta indonesia<br />
maybe there’s a crumb<br />
of you in<br />
my summer sandal<br />
when i watched the<br />
cool orange-purples<br />
from the lazy beach<br />
age seven<br />
doing headstands<br />
with my father<br />
maybe you were in my sand<br />
Rhia A<br />
OAC<br />
in any case, the seraphim<br />
set off to work on us<br />
they must have smiled<br />
toothy, perfect beams of mischief<br />
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don’t fight heaven<br />
lightning comes from<br />
disgruntled angels<br />
bearing noisy javelins<br />
it’s all about the<br />
powers and principalities<br />
the power of our acquaintance<br />
versus<br />
the events and inhabitants<br />
of terra firma<br />
i have a sneaky suspicion<br />
that i will be seeing you<br />
the rest of my natural life<br />
plus tax<br />
don’t fight heaven<br />
heaven fights back<br />
Urban Voices • L’écho de la ville 2001 7
Cats<br />
“You can join us anytime!”<br />
Their feline purring<br />
Scratches my ears,<br />
Discouraging disbelief.<br />
I respond but my words<br />
Boomerang furtively,<br />
As the cats listen with stunning indifference.<br />
Even though I am curled up beside them,<br />
Their exclusive secrets<br />
Shove me brutally aside,<br />
And their ever-diminishing meows<br />
Echo mockingly in my mind:<br />
“You can join us anytime…”<br />
“Like, whatever, cool cat.”<br />
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Signe S<br />
Grade 9
Flora L<br />
OAC<br />
Urban Voices • L’écho de la ville 2001 9
Niousha G<br />
12 e année—Français cadre<br />
Mon petit<br />
Quand tu es né,<br />
J’ai ressenti une vague d’amour.<br />
Je t’ai rencontré pour la première fois,<br />
Je savais que je t’aimerais pour le reste de ma vie.<br />
Tes doigts, ton nez,<br />
Tes jambes et tes bras,<br />
Ta tête et tes pieds;<br />
Tout à propos de toi était très petit mais parfait!<br />
Ton premier halètement,<br />
La première fois que tu as crié,<br />
Ton premier mot<br />
Étaient de la musique à mes oreilles.<br />
Tu étais un miracle de Dieu.<br />
Un cadeau juste pour moi.<br />
Quelque chose d’imprévu<br />
Mais qui m’a apporté beaucoup de joie.<br />
10 Urban Voices • L’écho de la ville 2001
CROP OVER<br />
Jason R<br />
Grade 12.<br />
Here where the Caribbean sea and Atlantic Ocean kiss and cuddle<br />
The Island inhabitants will also do today<br />
Jumping and dancing in the streets<br />
To the sweet calypso beat<br />
Uh! Uh! Boom! Boom! Uh! Uh! Boom! Boom!<br />
Faces freckled with confetti<br />
Costumes yellow, green, red, orange make the rainbows envy<br />
Waists move in unison with their bright flapping arms<br />
Mouths with whistles burst joy their masters bring<br />
Weeeeek! Weeeeek! Weeeeek!<br />
The river of people flows to the west of the isle<br />
Where the Caribbean Sea resides<br />
The cool blue water<br />
The white soft sand<br />
Here is where the parade stops and the party begins<br />
Half-emptied rum bottles release their sweet, razor-sharp elixir<br />
Into the mouths of the already staggering old men<br />
Children munch on the sweet cotton candied clouds<br />
Many nostrils stand at attention to the tantalizing smells<br />
Women making the fish cakes and bakes know their reactions well<br />
Pow! Pow! Crack!<br />
The bright yellow, blue, green fire lights the dark clear sky<br />
The wonderful day has fallen with pride<br />
Midnight greets the drunk and tired<br />
Until next year, the Crop Over festival has sailed away<br />
Urban Voices • L’écho de la ville 2001 11
12 Urban Voices • L’écho de la ville 2001<br />
Sonal L<br />
OAC
My Eyes<br />
Zico L<br />
Grade 5.<br />
My eyes are as brown as tree bark in the summer.<br />
My skin is as brown as a bear’s fur.<br />
My hair is as black as the midnight sky<br />
My legs are as strong as a steam engine rolling down the track.<br />
My smile is as big as the widest ocean.<br />
Urban Voices • L’écho de la ville 2001 13
Moon<br />
Jason M<br />
Grade 4<br />
The moon is shining bright,<br />
reflecting in the night.<br />
He summons his mighty knights—the stars,<br />
But in the day he is vanquished by the sun.<br />
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Untitled<br />
When my tooth was wiggling<br />
it fell out!<br />
Wiggle, Wiggle<br />
Blood everywhere!<br />
T’yawne A<br />
Grade 1<br />
Urban Voices • L’écho de la ville 2001 15
for instance …<br />
Taylor B<br />
Grade 8<br />
i can’t deny that i allowed myself a few smiles<br />
at the rain outside of the bus.<br />
but more importantly<br />
a few smiles at the people on the inside of the bus.<br />
shifting uncomfortably<br />
(seated or not).<br />
pressing my nose against my shoulder<br />
i manage to forget about the damp<br />
and drive out the cold.<br />
i glance up.<br />
all these women with their make-up running<br />
dresses soaked<br />
their high heels look especially uncomfortable right<br />
now.<br />
and me in my sneakers<br />
a grin slowly spreading across my face.<br />
i know exactly what they have been dreading.<br />
i shift my weight a few times<br />
allowing the casual<br />
squeek squeek squeek<br />
of my shoes to be heard.<br />
again, and again, and<br />
again.<br />
16 Urban Voices • L’écho de la ville 2001
AFGHANISTAN<br />
I was young when<br />
There was war in Afghanistan.<br />
I saw people running, rockets<br />
falling and a red blast.<br />
I felt like a flower dying.<br />
People were screaming like<br />
birds dying in a dark summer.<br />
I had to fly out of there to<br />
a peaceful place.<br />
Now I am where<br />
There is no war.<br />
People run to work<br />
like snow falls from sky.<br />
I feel like a flower growing<br />
from its seed.<br />
People are talking like birds<br />
singing in a bright summer.<br />
I am in a peaceful place where<br />
I can do anything.<br />
Omar S<br />
Grade 11<br />
Urban Voices • L’écho de la ville 2001 17
Tiger<br />
Tiger<br />
running, roaring<br />
orange, black stripes<br />
purring, hunting<br />
big cat<br />
18 Urban Voices • L’écho de la ville 2001<br />
Elijah B<br />
Grade 1
COLOURS<br />
I love colours.<br />
They make me happy when I’m mad<br />
and when I’m sad.<br />
I see green grass in spring.<br />
I see red roses in summer.<br />
I see orange maple leaves in autumn.<br />
I see white snow in winter.<br />
Colours are nature and my love.<br />
Chester L<br />
SK<br />
Urban Voices • L’écho de la ville 2001 19
Les pommes<br />
Les pommes sont rouges,<br />
Vertes ou jaunes.<br />
Je croque une pomme,<br />
Miam-miam !!!<br />
Jaclyn E<br />
1 ère année—Immersion<br />
Les pommes sont bonnes<br />
Pour toi.<br />
Les pommes sont bonnes<br />
Pour toi et moi.<br />
Excu-u-use-moi !<br />
Dans un verger…<br />
Il y a des pommes, des pommes !<br />
J’achète une pomme,<br />
Je croque la pomme.<br />
Miam-miam<br />
Comme elle est bonne!<br />
20 Urban Voices • L’écho de la ville 2001
Hew Yew Y<br />
Grade 5.<br />
Urban Voices • L’écho de la ville 2001 21
Colours<br />
I feel like a mighty red<br />
flaming rose.<br />
A blue ocean about<br />
to be a tidal wave.<br />
As black as the<br />
darkness of the under world.<br />
As white as a ghost<br />
ready to take your soul.<br />
As gold as the mines<br />
of Mexico.<br />
As silver as the chains<br />
that hold you still.<br />
I am a sparkling<br />
spear.<br />
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Cameron M<br />
Grade 4
Andrew C<br />
OAC<br />
painting: Still Life, June 6/48, Ben Nicholson, 1948<br />
frozen<br />
in time the image will stay.<br />
its sketch-like visuals<br />
resemble that of a lithograph.<br />
so simple<br />
yet powerful and complex.<br />
possibly something remains hidden beneath each layer of paint.<br />
I thought I saw a face<br />
incognito<br />
behind the scenes of the coloured masterpiece<br />
but was surprised to see<br />
it was a basic brush stroke<br />
at least it looked like it to me.<br />
diagonally placed<br />
each line adding grace to the image.<br />
the two dimensions<br />
almost become three<br />
as the depth of perception becomes evident.<br />
I want to leap inside<br />
and climb amongst the distorted shaped goblet<br />
and the slanted squares of beige and grey.<br />
this could be my life<br />
perfectly still.<br />
perfectly happy.<br />
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nothing out of something<br />
we drove in silence<br />
me to my window,<br />
him to his.<br />
we drove past familiar places,<br />
everything reminding me of the<br />
movie that we had just seen.<br />
the pictures from the film<br />
still danced in front of my eyes,<br />
along with the pale greens and yellows<br />
of lights shining through<br />
a covering<br />
of rain.<br />
I let my mind drift to my<br />
chipped nail polish.<br />
I wiggled my toes in my shoes<br />
and opened my mouth to comment<br />
on how fast we were going.<br />
but we stopped—<br />
red light.<br />
through the window I saw<br />
the colours from a t.v.<br />
flicker<br />
and ricochet off the bumper<br />
of some<br />
passing car.<br />
and for a moment<br />
I felt that every light<br />
reflected on the slick of the<br />
rain on the street<br />
welcomed me.<br />
then we started driving again.<br />
24 Urban Voices • L’écho de la ville 2001<br />
Taylor B<br />
Grade 8
Similarities<br />
I skin the plum<br />
Crimson stains on the prize within<br />
Soft and tender<br />
Slightly moist<br />
Tantalizing<br />
I feel as though I’m eating …<br />
Human flesh<br />
Kyle W<br />
Grade 10<br />
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When I Said …<br />
When I said,<br />
“I hate your hair…”<br />
I really liked it…<br />
When I said,<br />
“I hate your clothes…”<br />
I really wanted them…<br />
When I said…<br />
“I don’t care if you leave…”<br />
I really missed you…<br />
When I said<br />
“I’ll always love you…”<br />
I really meant it…<br />
26 Urban Voices • L’écho de la ville 2001<br />
Amber M<br />
Grade 7
Eucalyptus<br />
Funeral hall, November rain.<br />
On display, a dozen bouquets<br />
and a yellowed-old photo<br />
1947…two proud young men.<br />
Eyes as yet undimmed<br />
by the impending hell they are to face<br />
in the shiny fighter plane<br />
that they stand uniformed by.<br />
But I prefer to remember<br />
The man,<br />
not perfect in his uniform<br />
but stooped, white-haired,<br />
Who “ruined” countless family photos<br />
(or so Grandma’d say)<br />
sticking out his false teeth<br />
just as the camera flashed.<br />
The man who played<br />
eight hundred and sixty seven<br />
rounds of golf<br />
since his first day of retirement<br />
and recorded<br />
every single score<br />
on twenty years of milk calendars.<br />
(of course they were only<br />
discovered after,<br />
while cleaning out his desk).<br />
The man to whom my name was<br />
“Bologna sandwich,”<br />
or in the final days of Parkinson’s wrath,<br />
“Eucalyptus”<br />
(don’t ask me why).<br />
Chrissy M<br />
OAC<br />
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GYMNASTICS<br />
Bar, floor, beam and vault<br />
Crowd roars<br />
Silence comes over the crowd<br />
I go on.<br />
28 Urban Voices • L’écho de la ville 2001<br />
Robin P<br />
Grade 3
Sweep,<br />
sweep,<br />
sweep,<br />
The Hockey Arena<br />
Kuruparan S<br />
Grade 4<br />
The janitor cleans the arena after the fans have left.<br />
Splash,<br />
splash,<br />
splash,<br />
The man floods the arena with more water to make ice.<br />
Tap,<br />
tap,<br />
tap,<br />
Footsteps of the fans coming in to see the hockey game.<br />
Swish, swish, swish, the game has begun!<br />
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Homework<br />
Homework is boring,<br />
it’s very tiring.<br />
Textbooks thick as<br />
giant hamburgers,<br />
notebooks wide<br />
as the ocean.<br />
My pencil seems so<br />
big when I start.<br />
Erasers seem so<br />
heavy I cannot lift.<br />
Reading, writing,<br />
spelling, math.<br />
I do not know<br />
when it’ll end.<br />
Homework<br />
horrible as nightmares,<br />
Ahhhhhh---------!!!!<br />
30 Urban Voices • L’écho de la ville 2001<br />
Elaine H<br />
Grade 5
the legacy of english teachers.<br />
and carpe diem,<br />
she says.<br />
it’s been so long since<br />
my dead poets’ society<br />
i fear i can no longer<br />
yawp, especially not<br />
barbarically.<br />
darn.<br />
Emma L<br />
Grade 10<br />
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Rien sur le papier<br />
Je regarde le papier.<br />
Rien dessus.<br />
Je veux jouer.<br />
Je ne peux pas.<br />
Si je dis: “S’il vous plaît…”<br />
Ça ne marchera pas.<br />
Un papier avec rien dessus<br />
N’est pas beaucoup.<br />
Camille J<br />
4 e année—Immersion<br />
Je ne connais pas beaucoup de français.<br />
Je ne sais pas quoi écrire !<br />
Qu’est-ce que je fais ?<br />
Je n’ai rien à écrire.<br />
Une page vide.<br />
Pas très intéressant !<br />
Tout le monde a une page pleine.<br />
…<br />
Je reste ici avec rien sur le papier.<br />
32 Urban Voices • L’écho de la ville 2001
ed ink<br />
Tina V<br />
OAC<br />
i spilled some words on the<br />
floor in front of you<br />
i wish they’d coagulate<br />
quickly so you wouldn’t read<br />
when you help me clean up<br />
i’m ready but i’m scared<br />
so, maybe really, i still am . . . unprepared.<br />
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Frozen Noses<br />
Winter is frozen noses.<br />
Frozen noses are very cold.<br />
Yes they are.<br />
I know because my nose froze.<br />
34 Urban Voices • L’écho de la ville 2001<br />
Desiree H<br />
SK
Haiku: Snow Day<br />
Snowflakes fall softly<br />
Echoing Hallelujahs<br />
That the wind had sung<br />
Wendy H<br />
Grade 7<br />
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Parts of Me<br />
James D<br />
Grade 1<br />
My hair is like a hose tangled up.<br />
My eyes are like glowing stars.<br />
My nose is like a little mountain.<br />
My tummy is like a big junkyard.<br />
My arms are like two sticks blowing.<br />
My fingers are like five pencils writing.<br />
36 Urban Voices • L’écho de la ville 2001
Music<br />
Matthew M<br />
Grade 7<br />
Rap is like improv, you just say what comes to mind.<br />
Jazz is like Prozac, it’s always an up beat.<br />
Rock is like an electric shock, it’s always loud and stunning.<br />
Country is like a relaxing movie, it’s calm.<br />
Swing is like a swing set, you jolt back and forth.<br />
Classic is like a bowl of tomato soup, it goes down smooth.<br />
Urban Voices • L’écho de la ville 2001 37
A Poem of Sounds<br />
Music<br />
Accordions murmur,<br />
Baritones squawk.<br />
Clarinets breathe,<br />
double basses hum.<br />
English horns mumble,<br />
Flutes whistle.<br />
Guitars strum swiftly,<br />
Harps slither glistening.<br />
Idiophones vibrate<br />
Jingling Johnnies jingle.<br />
Kazoos blow,<br />
Lyres pluck.<br />
Monochords shriek,<br />
Nachthorns pipe.<br />
Oboes sing,<br />
Pianos play.<br />
38 Urban Voices • L’écho de la ville 2001<br />
Zara C<br />
Grade 6
Qins pizzicato,<br />
Recorders toot.<br />
Saxophones rap,<br />
Triangles ting.<br />
Ukuleles rumble,<br />
Violins screech.<br />
Woodblocks click,<br />
Xylophones ping.<br />
Yinglis scream,<br />
Zithers tremble.<br />
The instruments are ready,<br />
Ready to play!<br />
Urban Voices • L’écho de la ville 2001 39
A Plea from the Pound<br />
Poornima N<br />
Grade 7<br />
Here I am in a cage, crouched, alone and scared,<br />
Wondering, from the death row, if I’ll be spared,<br />
Sadly, we are all rejects abandoned for some reason,<br />
We were too much trouble and failed to please him.<br />
Did we eat too much or perhaps grow too big?<br />
He would get mighty furious when I would dig<br />
His pretty garden though only full of pine cones,<br />
So I could relish those enormous hidden bones.<br />
So now I stare eagerly out of this desolate place,<br />
Trying desperately not to hide my pitiful face,<br />
Hoping and praying somehow I will soon hear,<br />
Little friendly footsteps drawing ever so near.<br />
I’ll do all your bidding, protect you with my life,<br />
You’ll know no worry as I huddle by your side,<br />
When old and sick, lay me down for that endless rest,<br />
I’ll know with the last breath, in your hands, my life was best.<br />
Oh! God! some one has heard my silent prayer,<br />
It’s indeed that little, cute, cuddly girl, so dear,<br />
I feel the sun shining on me, oh finally, I’m free,<br />
The plea from the pound has worked well for me!!!<br />
Many more innocent sad souls in here. Come see?<br />
40 Urban Voices • L’écho de la ville 2001
Snow<br />
One tearful snowflake<br />
Floats glumly to my nose tip<br />
Crying as it melts.<br />
Bonny W<br />
Grade 8<br />
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Snow Beast<br />
Tyler H<br />
Grade 3<br />
When the Snow Beast flips a coin,<br />
there is a twister.<br />
When the Snow Beast jumps,<br />
there is an earthquake.<br />
When the Snow Beast cries,<br />
there is a storm.<br />
When the Snow Beast opens the ice box,<br />
it is all white.<br />
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The Thing<br />
Meredith B<br />
Grade 2<br />
What is this Thing?<br />
Could it be an icy<br />
Cobweb? Is it a screaming<br />
Ghosts’ home? Could it<br />
Be a nasty trap?<br />
What is this thing? Is it<br />
Wispy wind that froze?<br />
Could it be a tunnel?<br />
Is it all that’s left<br />
Of a beautiful sunny<br />
Winter? What is this thing?<br />
Could it be an icy<br />
Home of a big white<br />
Polar bear?<br />
Is it a dream catcher, with all those<br />
Horrible dreams caught in it?<br />
Could it be an ice catcher’s<br />
Dream? This thing is just<br />
An image. An image of ice.<br />
Urban Voices • L’écho de la ville 2001 43
Snow<br />
Snow is like little<br />
stars falling<br />
to the ground.<br />
Snow is puffy clouds<br />
sitting on<br />
the ground.<br />
Snow is like bubblebath<br />
floating in<br />
the bathtub.<br />
When I make a<br />
snowman it’s<br />
coming to<br />
life.<br />
When I go to<br />
play in<br />
the snow I<br />
feel like I’m sleeping<br />
in my<br />
bed.<br />
My comforter feels like<br />
snow.<br />
44 Urban Voices • L’écho de la ville 2001<br />
Vinusha G<br />
Grade 2
Notre planète…<br />
Leva R<br />
5 e année—Immersion<br />
Notre planète a trop de pauvres,<br />
Notre planète a trop d’argent.<br />
Notre planète est affamée,<br />
Notre planète est rassasiée.<br />
Notre planète a trop de guerres.<br />
Notre planète sait faire la paix.<br />
Urban Voices • L’écho de la ville 2001 45
How Dare You<br />
How dare you<br />
Take away the life<br />
That shone in their eyes.<br />
How dare you<br />
Hurt someone<br />
Just because you<br />
Were hurting more.<br />
How dare you<br />
Cause families pain<br />
By what you have<br />
Done.<br />
How dare you<br />
Take away their<br />
Lives and dreams<br />
By a pull of a trigger.<br />
How dare you<br />
Do this to them<br />
When they did nothing<br />
To you.<br />
46 Urban Voices • L’écho de la ville 2001<br />
Caitlyn S<br />
Grade 8
How dare you<br />
Make them bleed<br />
Inside and out.<br />
How dare you<br />
Scare kids by your act.<br />
How dare you<br />
Cause so much pain<br />
In a matter of minutes<br />
How dare you.<br />
This poem is dedicated to those who went through<br />
the horror and pain from Columbine. It may be old news<br />
but in their minds it will never be old, but an ongoing nightmare.<br />
Urban Voices • L’écho de la ville 2001 47
Jealousy<br />
Jealousy is purple<br />
like a never-ending circle.<br />
It drips down my throat<br />
like a poison liquid.<br />
It makes me feel revengeful<br />
like a fire-breathing dragon.<br />
Kirsten T<br />
Grade 6<br />
It makes me want to open that forbidden gate.<br />
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Through the Window<br />
Through the window<br />
I smell bloodshed<br />
I hear the sound of guns shooting<br />
Toward innocent families<br />
I can see it all<br />
Through the window<br />
I see a dark place<br />
Where a little girl<br />
sobs sad droplets<br />
By her side lies a motionless body<br />
I can see it all<br />
Through the window<br />
I can see soldiers marching<br />
Protecting us from harm<br />
Bringing peace<br />
Providing shelter<br />
I can see it all<br />
Through the window.<br />
Marie N<br />
Grade 5<br />
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Borrow<br />
You ask to borrow<br />
a pencil.<br />
I say<br />
I don’t have one<br />
to give<br />
I lie.<br />
There’s one that’s never<br />
been used.<br />
Waiting.<br />
I fear you’ll sharpen<br />
it down to<br />
a stub<br />
and chew the end.<br />
So I won’t let you<br />
just toss it aside.<br />
I wouldn’t get it back<br />
when you’re done<br />
and I don’t have<br />
Another.<br />
But you sit there<br />
with empty hands<br />
so I change<br />
My mind.<br />
50 Urban Voices • L’écho de la ville 2001<br />
Taryn O<br />
Grade 10
Gift<br />
Lara F<br />
Grade 10<br />
I’m sure you intended it<br />
To be a wonderful gift.<br />
So well wrapped and<br />
Oh, so well meant.<br />
But the truth is,<br />
I simply cannot accept it.<br />
I know that I cannot return it, keep, nor claim it,<br />
It needs someone who is<br />
More equipped to handle it.<br />
I never asked you for anything,<br />
Certainly nothing this precious.<br />
You should’ve saved it for someone else,<br />
I only hope it can be salvaged.<br />
I’m sorry,<br />
But this should have been saved for someone else,<br />
I simply can’t handle your heart.<br />
Urban Voices • L’écho de la ville 2001 51
A<br />
leaf<br />
that<br />
is<br />
does<br />
not<br />
not<br />
a<br />
A Leaf<br />
live<br />
leaf<br />
but<br />
52 Urban Voices • L’écho de la ville 2001<br />
Jeffrey R<br />
Grade 5<br />
another lost chance.
Useless Things*<br />
A light without a switch<br />
A cut without a stitch<br />
A marker without a lid<br />
An auction without a bid<br />
A person without a spine<br />
Cheese without some wine<br />
A word without the letters<br />
A casino without the betters<br />
A room without the floor<br />
A pear without the core<br />
A book without a page<br />
A theatre without a stage<br />
A boat without the bow<br />
A calf without the cow<br />
A clock without the hands<br />
A marriage without the bands.<br />
*Title and concept attributed to<br />
Richard Edwards, “Unseen Things,”<br />
in Paul B. Janeczko, Favorite Poetry<br />
Lessons, 1998, p. 42.<br />
Evan T<br />
Grade 5<br />
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54 Urban Voices • L’écho de la ville 2001<br />
Sidonie W<br />
Grade 12
Food<br />
Rice is good for people.<br />
Celery is good to eat.<br />
I like cheese,<br />
I like buns,<br />
But candy rots your teeth.<br />
Nirojan K<br />
Grade 1<br />
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Winter Is Here!<br />
Pretty blue jays fly.<br />
White bears sleep.<br />
Crystal icicles break.<br />
56 Urban Voices • L’écho de la ville 2001<br />
Jessica T<br />
Grade 2
Sledding<br />
James F<br />
Grade 3<br />
When I am going down the hill on my sled,<br />
I feel the wind blowing snow in my face.<br />
My heart is pounding,<br />
As I speed down the hill.<br />
I spin on the ice,<br />
I leap over the bumps.<br />
I start to slow down.<br />
I reach the bottom,<br />
And climb up again.<br />
Urban Voices • L’écho de la ville 2001 57
Snowflakes<br />
Jessica M<br />
Grade 1<br />
Snowflakes<br />
drifting down<br />
falling on your tongue.<br />
They tickle!<br />
They are like little snow angels upon a holiday.<br />
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Winter<br />
Damane Y<br />
Grade 4<br />
As I throw snowballs at my friends,<br />
I can feel the hard cold snow in my hands<br />
As I run,<br />
I slip and slide on the thick,<br />
smooth and hard ice beneath my feet<br />
As I play, the moon shines upon the<br />
snow that starts to dazzle me.<br />
Then I become blind.<br />
Opening my eyes again,<br />
I see children having fun,<br />
and I shall be a part of that fun.<br />
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60 Urban Voices • L’écho de la ville 2001<br />
Kiruthinga S
My Winter Poem<br />
W inter white snow<br />
I can build an igloo<br />
N ew people come to school<br />
T oboggans are faster than cardboard<br />
E veryone makes snow angels<br />
Joshua M<br />
Grade 2<br />
R unning on snow and ice makes you slip<br />
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Evening in East York<br />
We stay coiled<br />
curled about each other<br />
our voices<br />
laughter rings<br />
rippling dewy stillness<br />
of the room you share with your sister.<br />
Jelena P<br />
OAC<br />
Somewhere above<br />
a breeze floats in<br />
dotted with distant cries of cooped-up dogs,<br />
tiny car crashes along the Danforth<br />
stains of scent, green grass on curtains parted<br />
white dandelion parachutes<br />
in from the fading swelter<br />
onto our pillow.<br />
The moon<br />
thick with summer<br />
lodged clumsily on the horizon<br />
cosmically awkward, clasps<br />
twilight and town.<br />
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Poetry hides in…<br />
Poetry hides in your heart<br />
Poetry hides in a tree swishing<br />
Poetry hides in a fire burning<br />
Jasmine N<br />
Grade 2<br />
Poetry hides in your pencil, waiting to be written<br />
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When You Promised Me…<br />
When you promised me we would<br />
always be one happy family,<br />
I believed in your words<br />
and trusted you.<br />
When you let me sit on your lap<br />
and told me stories,<br />
I felt safe and comfortable.<br />
But when you never listened<br />
to my secrets and thoughts,<br />
I felt invisible and unimportant.<br />
When you brought me ice cream<br />
cones in the summer,<br />
I felt thankful and joyous<br />
But when you never understood<br />
or considered my opinion,<br />
I felt ignored and discouraged.<br />
When you tucked me into bed<br />
every night,<br />
I felt that you would always love me.<br />
But when you nodded off to sleep<br />
when I asked you to play,<br />
I felt lonely and annoyed.<br />
64 Urban Voices • L’écho de la ville 2001<br />
Anna M<br />
Grade 8
When our family went on trips<br />
and enjoyed good times,<br />
I felt like a bright lucky star.<br />
But now our family photos<br />
are incomplete,<br />
I feel the lack of your love.<br />
The worst was when you left our family.<br />
I felt betrayed.<br />
You broke your promise<br />
into a million pieces.<br />
Urban Voices • L’écho de la ville 2001 65
Apprendre<br />
Nous apprenons à rire.<br />
Nous apprenons à pleurer.<br />
Stephanie W<br />
5 e année—Immersion<br />
Nous apprenons à aimer.<br />
Nous apprenons à détester.<br />
Nous apprenons à offrir.<br />
Nous apprenons à recevoir.<br />
Nous apprenons à gagner.<br />
Nous apprenons à perdre.<br />
Et pourtant<br />
nous devons encore<br />
apprendre<br />
à vivre.<br />
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Sisters<br />
The crimpling of the leaves and<br />
gentle breeze<br />
remind me of the years with my<br />
sister’s dreams.<br />
Her walking around in the fall<br />
the sweetest girl who always<br />
kept me as a doll.<br />
All I have now is the empty feeling<br />
bringing memories of the nights we<br />
kept awake talking and laughing.<br />
Her soft voice saying so much<br />
in a silent whisper.<br />
I remember the silence that<br />
fell with her crying.<br />
Anika P<br />
Grade 4<br />
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Countries<br />
Countries are big<br />
Countries are small,<br />
Some countries have cities,<br />
and some have malls.<br />
Supreet D<br />
Grade 2<br />
Some countries have oceans,<br />
and some have seas.<br />
Some countries have mountains,<br />
and one has ME!<br />
68 Urban Voices • L’écho de la ville 2001
Acrostic Poem<br />
C itizenship<br />
A house for everyone<br />
N ative people<br />
A maple leaf<br />
D elightful country<br />
A great education<br />
Sinthuka V<br />
Grade 3<br />
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Breaking Through the Petting Zoo<br />
Age four<br />
The metal bird takes off<br />
on a one-way trip.<br />
Suitcases, baggage,<br />
and me in its maw<br />
“What is your name?”<br />
My frantic heart<br />
reverberates in my ear,<br />
urging me<br />
to run,<br />
to hide.<br />
The cage closes,<br />
too late.<br />
The sticks surround,<br />
trapped…<br />
Age eight<br />
“Your English is funny.<br />
Where are you from?”<br />
Comic books and fairy tales,<br />
Sunday school wafers,<br />
and Chinese summer classes.<br />
Grade 3 Cantonese for 3 years.<br />
“What’s with the accent?<br />
You were born here, eh?”<br />
Two worlds melded into one.<br />
The leashes of expectations<br />
play tug-a-war with my sanity.<br />
70 Urban Voices • L’écho de la ville 2001<br />
Lily H<br />
Grade 12
Age twelve<br />
Valedictorian, and the French award.<br />
My dad beams.<br />
Relatives come from afar<br />
Offering frankincense and mirth in<br />
my lost mother tongue.<br />
I only smile and nod, swaddled in<br />
my broken Cantonese diction,<br />
silently regretting<br />
the price I paid.<br />
Age sixteen<br />
Enslaved I am free<br />
The bondage of<br />
their clothes;<br />
their music;<br />
their language;<br />
their holidays;<br />
their ideals.<br />
Like a box<br />
of broken contents,<br />
I am whole.<br />
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A Snowflake Settles<br />
Bretton C<br />
Grade 3<br />
A snowflake settles<br />
Upon the cat’s nose<br />
And disappears<br />
The nose twitches slightly<br />
Silently he jumps off the fence and continues<br />
his journey<br />
Leaving tiny paw prints<br />
behind him<br />
In the soft white snow<br />
A snowflake settles<br />
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Winter Evergreens<br />
A sharp, still evergreen<br />
Standing like a statue<br />
In the gigantic forest,<br />
In the winter<br />
Because it wants to be<br />
A part of nature.<br />
Harkirat G<br />
Grade 2<br />
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Winter’s Train<br />
Today I wake to winter’s call,<br />
Outside I know that snowflakes fall.<br />
The cold sits quietly as it waits for me,<br />
From the warmth I soon must flee.<br />
Cherie L<br />
Grade 8<br />
The time has come for us to part,<br />
I leave behind your broken heart.<br />
For the winter train leaves summer behind,<br />
A new path is what my journey will find.<br />
As I try to forget painful memories,<br />
I fall into a haze of sweet reveries.<br />
The winter train will calm my thoughts,<br />
And free me from all that I’ve fought.<br />
I rove the station awaiting my train,<br />
As I bide my time I stand on a white lane.<br />
What once was a path bursting with life,<br />
Will become the burial ground of all my strife.<br />
In the distance I hear its whistle,<br />
Through my ears it rings like a missile.<br />
Its thunderous roar shakes my whole frame,<br />
A race with the wind; that is its game.<br />
Slowly, I set foot on the winter’s train,<br />
The warmth melts the cold like sweet rain.<br />
I pick a seat with an open view,<br />
Familiar scenes fade to those anew.<br />
The rhythm of the train is of a steady beat,<br />
Reality and sleep are destined to meet.<br />
I fall into a dream with a content sort of smile,<br />
For the summer will come in just a little while.<br />
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Shallow Popularity<br />
If everyone makes the wrong choice,<br />
Is it right?<br />
If all your friends speak as one voice,<br />
Should you state your opinion?<br />
If “follow the leader” is the beginning of popularity,<br />
Do you really want to be popular?<br />
If a friend goes against her word to look cool,<br />
Is cool all it’s cracked up to be?<br />
Emily B<br />
Grade 7<br />
If you stand up for what’s right and are teased for being foolish,<br />
Is it you that’s being the fool?<br />
When the world turns its back on you,<br />
And you’re the only person doing the right thing,<br />
Remember that it’s still right;<br />
And that in the end,<br />
If you are happy with who you’ve become,<br />
No one can bring you D O<br />
W<br />
N.<br />
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Mala R<br />
Grade 7<br />
THE FORGOTTEN MASK: INVISIBLE<br />
(A poem for two voices)<br />
I hang on the wall.<br />
The same<br />
expression<br />
all the time.<br />
I always see everyone else,<br />
but they never look at me.<br />
I guess<br />
I am not something<br />
that important.<br />
I remembered when I<br />
became me<br />
Everyone<br />
looked at me<br />
and held me.<br />
They put me on<br />
and everyone else stared,<br />
and sometimes laughed.<br />
Everyday<br />
someone would wear me,<br />
they talked and laughed.<br />
Then one day<br />
I stand alone.<br />
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The sad<br />
expression<br />
all the time.<br />
I stare at everyone else,<br />
but they never notice me.<br />
I feel like they think<br />
I am not worth<br />
talking to.<br />
I remembered when I<br />
first came.<br />
Everyone<br />
was around me<br />
was around me.<br />
We would laugh together,<br />
We would talk like friends.<br />
Everyday<br />
we talked and laughed.<br />
A while after<br />
they stopped coming to me.
they put me on the wall.<br />
They had forgotten about me.<br />
No more looking.<br />
No more touching.<br />
No more laughing.<br />
Everyday I hope<br />
to be worn.<br />
But I don’t believe it will happen.<br />
They just pass me.<br />
Not even a glance.<br />
I guess I will<br />
hang here<br />
for a long time.<br />
They had forgotten about me<br />
as if I were invisible.<br />
Invisible.<br />
Invisible.<br />
Everyday I hope<br />
to be talked to.<br />
But not even a “Hi!”<br />
They just pass me.<br />
Not even a glance.<br />
I guess I will<br />
be no one<br />
for a long time.<br />
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78 Urban Voices • L’écho de la ville 2001<br />
Madeleine W<br />
Grade 8
What Is My Imagination?<br />
Alexandra P<br />
Grade 8<br />
My imagination is a cloud.<br />
Always changing and creating new pictures,<br />
Never stopping or taking a break.<br />
Moving on, and never caring about time.<br />
My imagination is a mirror.<br />
Reflecting, around corners,<br />
And showing me what I am afraid of.<br />
Always showing me a new side.<br />
My imagination is a wild lion,<br />
But I don’t know if I want to tame it!<br />
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My Journey<br />
I have walked and walked<br />
a very long way,<br />
through the hot desert<br />
with not one single drop of water<br />
and with nothing to eat.<br />
The only thing keeping me alive<br />
is my imagination.<br />
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Tyler W<br />
Grade 3
Mavis A<br />
Grade 11<br />
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To Minds Passed<br />
when she began<br />
to forget our names<br />
and to speak invented tongues<br />
we forgot everyday life<br />
and lived a perpetual Easter<br />
waiting for resurrection<br />
bouquets of flowers arriving<br />
told of others’ dismay<br />
as well as their reluctance<br />
to deal with it face-to-face<br />
and since the seeds of hopelessness<br />
had already begun to bloom<br />
we traveled as a family<br />
down the long road to dementia<br />
swept away by the scenery<br />
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Kristen H<br />
OAC
I lie aloft<br />
Not far<br />
But away.<br />
Not close<br />
Contioso<br />
Entering a bottomless pit of lost memories<br />
and empty promises forgotten.<br />
But wait, I see a door opening,<br />
A bright light in a lonely corridor,<br />
Another chance to begin again.<br />
In fond memory of Ivy.<br />
Wesley P<br />
Grade 4<br />
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Je ferme les yeux<br />
les idées ont passé<br />
solitude absolue<br />
avec des personnes<br />
tout autour<br />
mon envie glisse<br />
hors de mon corps<br />
doucement<br />
lentement<br />
je suis ce que<br />
je veux<br />
je vole<br />
Le vol<br />
en haut<br />
en haut<br />
en haut<br />
en haut<br />
en haut<br />
« Claire, est-ce que tu écoutes ?»<br />
Boum !<br />
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Claire F<br />
7 e année—Intensif
poem for the third floor stairs<br />
Beatrice F<br />
OAC.<br />
they painted the stairwell today<br />
it had to be done, after all<br />
but the thick white matte swallowed my five-year-old fingerprints<br />
my toddler artwork in red pencil<br />
my adolescent lousy-day-dragged-bookbag scratches<br />
it’s not the cornice of a skyscraper for a superhero anymore<br />
it’s not the sketchpad of an artist anymore<br />
it’s not the always-listening receptacle for teenage angst anymore<br />
no more evidence of the parades of little people with cake-sticky hands<br />
climbing up the stairs in shiny party shoes<br />
patting the wall as they go<br />
no more remains of family portraits in inexpertly drawn lines<br />
the wall won’t answer the question, “How was your day today?”<br />
with a typical thirteen-year-old<br />
“Fine.”<br />
now it’s a wall again<br />
but I like the chalky whiteness<br />
and I like that it’s so clean<br />
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Age Will Never Understand<br />
Natalie P<br />
Grade 11<br />
We act on foolish instinct<br />
No belief in caution<br />
Only passion, rebellion, impulse<br />
Our fears—how unreal<br />
Our hopes—how childish<br />
Our experiences—how few<br />
Our opinions—unworthy, uncounted<br />
Our thoughts—ignored<br />
Age doesn’t understand what youth commands<br />
Memory erased, long forgotten joys and struggles of youth<br />
Attempt to teach us<br />
Denied—they cannot reach us<br />
We will not be preached to<br />
Give us space<br />
We need time and place to make mistakes<br />
Ears unhearing<br />
Eyes unseeing<br />
Age will never understand<br />
They assume too much<br />
Don’t realize enough<br />
System shut down<br />
Age set stubbornly in its way<br />
Shocking consequence<br />
Who’s to blame<br />
Left alone to wonder<br />
Age will never understand<br />
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Slippers<br />
I love their grandmother’s slippers<br />
and jubilant chatter<br />
in soaring blurry tongue<br />
the brilliant cloth<br />
the fierce dish<br />
the congruent shimmer of hair<br />
and proud, rhythmic walk<br />
to music far away<br />
I am pale and legendless<br />
except for my great, great grandma<br />
she smoked and drove like a man<br />
Anna K<br />
Grade 11<br />
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88 Urban Voices • L’écho de la ville 2001<br />
Yang W<br />
Grade 8
Warren W<br />
OAC<br />
Some Things The Village Elder Said to Me<br />
The fact that she tells you it’s a ducky frock<br />
Does not change it from being a pelican.<br />
Look at the bill.<br />
If you want to turn a lot of women’s heads,<br />
Be a barber.<br />
Always dot the “i” in your signature.<br />
Use the same handwriting.<br />
Man is the only animal you skin many times.<br />
Are you talking to Liz Taylor?<br />
Make a fool of yourself,<br />
If you have the sense to know who has done it.<br />
Take a second look.<br />
Sometimes it is the best cure for love at first sight.<br />
Make your hardest work be before breakfast.<br />
Get up.<br />
It takes two to make a marriage<br />
A single girl and an anxious mother.<br />
Until you get married, you will never know<br />
Real happiness; and then it’s too late.<br />
Treat others the way you want them to treat you.<br />
Be kind to the nuts.<br />
Urban Voices • L’écho de la ville 2001 89
INVADER<br />
SOMETHING STRANGE HAS COME<br />
TO INVADE MY HOUSE AND HOME,<br />
A TINY, WRINKLED, HAIRLESS, CRYING<br />
CREATURE.<br />
September Y<br />
Grade 10<br />
HE TAKES ALL MY PARENTS’ TIME,<br />
TIME THAT USED TO BE MINE,<br />
THAT TINY, WRINKLED, HAIRLESS, CRYING<br />
CREATURE.<br />
MOMMY’S ALWAYS TELLING ME TO HUSH!<br />
AND DADDY’S ALWAYS IN A RUSH,<br />
JUST BECAUSE OF THAT<br />
TINY, WRINKLED, HAIRLESS, CRYING CREATURE.<br />
I REALLY DON’T LIKE THIS CHANGE<br />
IT IS ALL VERY STRANGE<br />
MOMMY PLEASE TAKE BACK THIS<br />
TINY, WRINKLED, HAIRLESS, CRYING CREATURE.<br />
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Dissension<br />
This is where the conflict comes<br />
We are judges, born and raised<br />
Not content to leave any custom uncriticized<br />
If a man is determined to dress like a bird<br />
You should compliment him on his tail feathers<br />
And walk on past<br />
Sarah B<br />
Grade 12<br />
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The Tree<br />
Richard S<br />
Grade 8<br />
Here I am,<br />
a lonely<br />
tree.<br />
Swaying in the wind,<br />
letting my branches<br />
be ripped<br />
from side to side<br />
because of the<br />
deadly<br />
wind.<br />
My little leaves<br />
not yet mature.<br />
Still are being<br />
slashed<br />
and torn.<br />
I cry out into the cold, dark, soaked air.<br />
“STOP, STOP IT NOW!”<br />
Please.<br />
There is no answer to my plea<br />
from the unmerciful wind.<br />
Then I see<br />
a<br />
golden<br />
ray<br />
part the pitch dark sky.<br />
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Eshika M<br />
Grade 8<br />
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Sharmeen S<br />
Grade 8<br />
Flows With Steadiness, Rushes Wildly<br />
Flows with steadiness<br />
over gravel and rocks;<br />
it silently murmurs.<br />
Tiny fish scuttle<br />
through the translucent body<br />
while it sparkles in the sunlight,<br />
quivering.<br />
Shades of brown here,<br />
hints of green there,<br />
so beautiful, so unreal.<br />
Rushes wildly,<br />
swirling and twirling in quick currents.<br />
It roars,<br />
smashes against huge boulders<br />
The power creates thick white froth<br />
and dark soil blends swiftly.<br />
The force…<br />
great<br />
so fast, so strong,<br />
it can leave you feeling breathless,<br />
mesmerized<br />
and weak.<br />
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Melancholy<br />
Iskra P<br />
Grade 10<br />
When the grieved breeze kisses my face<br />
whispering a foreign song,<br />
When the dying sunrays make desperate attempts<br />
to illuminate the sky,<br />
When the green of the trees changes to black<br />
like a chameleon among ashes,<br />
When the shadows grow longer<br />
as if trying to reach the end of the Earth,<br />
When the clouds migrate east<br />
like ancient nomads seeking their home,<br />
I remember a distant land drowning in memories<br />
And release a stifled sigh, which the breeze<br />
incorporates into his fading song.<br />
Urban Voices • L’écho de la ville 2001 95
Far Away From Home<br />
Going away to live in the country<br />
far away from home<br />
Not knowing if someone misses you<br />
far away from home<br />
Jelissa M<br />
Grade 6<br />
Cry through the night waiting for someone to<br />
hug you<br />
far away from home<br />
Waiting for your mom’s hug, oh yes, she’s<br />
not here.<br />
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ORDERS<br />
It was told to<br />
So it did<br />
Did exactly<br />
As was bid<br />
Did not question<br />
Never asked<br />
For it was trained<br />
To do its task<br />
Oh, yes<br />
It took orders<br />
Never realizing<br />
What it’d done<br />
Jennifer G<br />
Grade 8<br />
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My Giant<br />
Suealan L<br />
OAC<br />
The giant is screaming<br />
And stamping up and down the halls<br />
She’s screaming at the banks<br />
She’s screaming at the hydro<br />
She’s in fear that we will not have enough money for tomorrow<br />
She smashes down the phone<br />
And the cord drags behind her<br />
So full of hate, despair and sorrow<br />
The car has broken down<br />
The bank doesn’t care<br />
The insurance won’t cover it<br />
Life just isn’t fair<br />
She flicks on the shower<br />
To wash her dirt away<br />
But she’s too bothered to go and bathe today<br />
Water’s cold anyway<br />
The lights are flickering<br />
The draft is seeping through the window<br />
The little jukebox of heat can only warm<br />
One room at a time<br />
And it’s the end of December and we don’t have a dime<br />
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The bank lost her money<br />
They didn’t do as she said<br />
Now the statement shows empty<br />
And the VCR’s time is dead.<br />
Now it’s the end of the season because we don’t have any cash<br />
We’ll soon be evicted<br />
On the 10th to be exact.<br />
She can’t handle the dishes<br />
And all this dirty solemn wreck<br />
The laundry is piling up<br />
And my weight is going down<br />
And the giant’s spewing acid<br />
Acid from her mouth<br />
Acid from her eyes<br />
And now life is deprived,<br />
Of her?<br />
No.<br />
Of money…<br />
And it’s the end of the holiday<br />
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100 Urban Voices • L’écho de la ville 2001<br />
Liuba M<br />
Grade 8
The Lies<br />
The lies we tell ourselves<br />
are the cause of<br />
tears and sorrow<br />
and BEYOND l a y e r s<br />
of MAKEUP<br />
and a wall<br />
of deception<br />
lies a bare face of pureelegance<br />
What L-E-N-G-T-H-S will we travel<br />
to be considered<br />
<strong>Beautiful</strong><br />
In the eyes of a stranger<br />
wondering the same things<br />
Elise N<br />
Grade 9<br />
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Headache<br />
It’s driving me crazy<br />
I’m losing my mind<br />
And although I search<br />
No solution I find<br />
Too much to do<br />
Too little time<br />
To write down a poem<br />
And still have it rhyme<br />
So now I sit writing<br />
Yet can’t spell a word<br />
Which suggests there’s a problem<br />
My mind is all blurred<br />
Too many are talking<br />
For none can relate<br />
They make so much noise<br />
I can’t concentrate<br />
When noise doesn’t cease<br />
I let out a yell<br />
How long it will take<br />
No one can tell<br />
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Emma N<br />
Grade 8
The chaos around me<br />
Is beginning to grow<br />
Nobody can conceive<br />
The distraction I know<br />
And as my head spins<br />
I draw to a close<br />
my turmoil subsides<br />
But my mind froze<br />
Just writing this poem.<br />
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LA VIE EN ROSE<br />
You see the world through<br />
rose-coloured glasses,<br />
everything tinted a<br />
different shade of pink<br />
You filter the images you see,<br />
keeping those you like,<br />
and those that offend you,<br />
well,<br />
you file them away to look at another time,<br />
when you are in a better mood<br />
I sometimes wish that I could smash your<br />
rose-coloured glasses,<br />
give you a true view of the world.<br />
show you what life is really like<br />
But then<br />
Tanya G<br />
OAC.<br />
I remember those times when I, too, saw the world<br />
through<br />
rose-coloured glasses,<br />
and I think<br />
I’ll let you keep them a little longer,<br />
as long as I can borrow them<br />
every once in a while.<br />
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Blue Roses<br />
A blue rose amongst a field of red ones<br />
feeling overwhelmed. Alone.<br />
You make me smile.<br />
Your petals unique<br />
for the world to admire.<br />
Blue is the ocean<br />
blue is the sky<br />
blue is pure.<br />
Heavenly.<br />
Your scent alluring<br />
your disposition straight.<br />
You are ready for the rain. You won’t fall.<br />
The grayness depressing.<br />
After the rainbow though<br />
I open my eyes and find<br />
A field of blue roses in red dirt.<br />
And I smile.<br />
Sagal A<br />
Grade 12<br />
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Spring<br />
Spring, spring, where are you?<br />
I’m around the corner.<br />
Waiting for<br />
March to come.<br />
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Jasdeep D<br />
Grade 2
Khatsaeva A<br />
Grade 8<br />
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THE RAVEN<br />
Jordann M<br />
Grade 4<br />
On a dark and stormy night<br />
I looked out my window, a raven takes flight<br />
up into the sky above<br />
like a slick, black velvet glove<br />
To hear the slick black raven cry<br />
is like a nightmare flying by<br />
Before the storm is over the raven rests its head<br />
for now it’s time for bed<br />
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Wolf Prowl<br />
Emily B<br />
Grade 7<br />
As I rush onward,<br />
the trees blur,<br />
exposing a brilliant tapestry of woven colours.<br />
The world around me fades into a single image.<br />
I see nothing—<br />
But hear everything.<br />
The shattering echo of the delicate leaves,<br />
crunching beneath my hooves,<br />
my existence materializing in the eyes of my predators.<br />
I quicken my pace.<br />
The wind brushes droplets of water upon my back,<br />
sending eerie shivers down my spine.<br />
The safety of the thick forest looms ahead,<br />
the horizon blanketed by the impending evergreens.<br />
I dash forward, as the darkness engulfs me.<br />
A shaded haven for prey—<br />
And predator.<br />
Fear follows me like a taunting shadow,<br />
pushing me farther into the dense forest.<br />
The branches form a maze of gnarled passageways,<br />
as I desperately search for food and water.<br />
I flinch.<br />
In the distance, light pushes through a parting in the trees,<br />
illuminating the creeping figure of a lone wolf.<br />
Our eyes lock,<br />
a binding energy flowing between us.<br />
As twilight falls,<br />
a piercing howl calls the young hunter back to his pack.<br />
Until tomorrow, I am safe from the Wolf Prowl.<br />
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110 Urban Voices • L’écho de la ville 2001<br />
Debbie G<br />
Grade 11
Spring<br />
She is peeping ‘round the corner<br />
She has been hiding for days<br />
She has brought a breath of fresh air<br />
Oh! How hard it is to find her!<br />
Shirley Y<br />
Grade 8<br />
She is hidden under a snow-white blanket<br />
Her little head; I saw it!<br />
She is laughing at me from behind the glass window<br />
Her little feet tread softly by<br />
I hear her sweet young voice<br />
Chirping a little song<br />
She is clothed in fresh green and pink<br />
With daisies in her hair<br />
She sprinkles fairy dust where she steps<br />
In tints of red, pink, lavender and blue<br />
She is encircled by wings of colour<br />
She is wrapped in her own special hue<br />
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I REMEMBER WHEN<br />
Naima I<br />
Grade 8<br />
I remember when my parents loved each other,<br />
They would talk, giggle and amuse one another,<br />
Go to work, come back and greet each other,<br />
Tuck me in and read to me.<br />
I remember when we would go to the park<br />
And play on the swings till it got dark,<br />
Then go home and sit on the veranda,<br />
We would watch the stars for hours.<br />
I remember when I used to get some sleep,<br />
And I didn’t have to listen to their arguments,<br />
Then he took his belongings,<br />
And I never saw him again.<br />
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Alone<br />
Katie A<br />
Grade 7<br />
I am at home alone<br />
basking in the quiet solitude<br />
No brothers whining, “Play with me!”<br />
No parents to be polite and helpful to<br />
I don’t have to set the table<br />
like a quiet, helpful daughter<br />
I don’t have to play games I don’t want to<br />
like an older sister<br />
I don’t have to be young and old<br />
all at the same time<br />
I can play cantatas all afternoon if I want to<br />
I can dance to CDs<br />
and no one will know<br />
I can read any book I want<br />
and no one will laugh<br />
because it’s silly<br />
I can live<br />
without 10 000 people to live up to<br />
I am completely at peace<br />
And then they come home<br />
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Wind Poem<br />
Shhhhhh, clouds<br />
blow, whoosh, sing.<br />
Ghostly, happy, sad, mad.<br />
Air.<br />
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh.<br />
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Tori E<br />
Grade 1
WIND<br />
Sarah N<br />
Grade 6<br />
I watched it swirl the leaves around,<br />
I heard it whistle through the trees,<br />
the wind.<br />
I watched it tug and pull at scarves,<br />
I heard it scream through a narrow passage,<br />
the wind.<br />
I watched it push the swings back and forth,<br />
I heard it cry into the night,<br />
the wind.<br />
I watched it jingle the wind chimes,<br />
I heard it whisper my name,<br />
the wind.<br />
I watched it hug and squeeze the houses,<br />
I heard it pray silently,<br />
the wind.<br />
I watched it lift the newspaper off the floor,<br />
I heard it sing a hollow song,<br />
the wind.<br />
I watched it shake the Canadian flag,<br />
I heard it howl through my window,<br />
the wind.<br />
I watched it huff and puff the clouds away,<br />
I heard it breathe a gentle breath,<br />
the wind.<br />
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strung<br />
there are strings,<br />
strings everywhere<br />
that make things<br />
move, climb, and fall.<br />
tree limbs flail,<br />
dripping green<br />
in slow, stupid dance.<br />
our limbs flail<br />
also wooden and mastered,<br />
moving us in mass(es)<br />
back and forth.<br />
the performance is timeless<br />
but i can feel<br />
the strings<br />
that move my hand<br />
to write this now.<br />
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Chris C<br />
Grade 12
Mountains<br />
Mountains scraping skies<br />
Hear my heart pumping red blood.<br />
My echoes bounce through<br />
Deep grooves, tall steep rocks rolling,<br />
Shadows cast across clouds.<br />
Samson A<br />
Grade 5<br />
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REACHING THE TOP<br />
Isra R<br />
Grade 8<br />
The rigid mountain soars high in the sky.<br />
It’s pointed peak cannot speak to the achieving star.<br />
It knows the stars have reached as far as they can.<br />
And the mountain has climbed as high as it can.<br />
Now it’s my turn to make that wretched climb.<br />
I know my life will only move forward, by going higher.<br />
Slowly, I take my first step up the endless mountain.<br />
All the challenges have been defeated,<br />
I have gone through all the struggling obstacles.<br />
Finally, I’ve reached the ever so high mountain.<br />
I can feel the biting wind, blowing across me<br />
The stars are as high as me.<br />
Now, I know I have climbed as high as I can.<br />
Now I know I have<br />
Achieved.<br />
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Stephanie G<br />
Grade 6<br />
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L’ORAGE<br />
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Muhiyyuddin B<br />
5e année—Français cadre<br />
L’orage rugit comme un lion.<br />
Il est fort et violent.<br />
Il gronde. Il hurle.<br />
C’est l’orage.<br />
Dans les nuages, le tonnerre<br />
lance des éclairs.<br />
Il gronde. Il hurle.<br />
C’est l’orage.<br />
La pluie pianote sur les toits.<br />
Elle est furieuse et froide.<br />
Il gronde. Il hurle.<br />
C’est l’orage.<br />
BOUM !<br />
BOUM !<br />
BOUM !<br />
Le tonnerre et l’éclair.<br />
OUICHE !<br />
OUICHE !<br />
OUICHE !<br />
Le vent et la pluie.<br />
Le vent. L’éclair.<br />
Le tonnerre et la pluie.<br />
C’est l’orage<br />
Qui descend aujourd’hui
Celebration<br />
Eat fast<br />
Bright yellow cookies<br />
Pray at home<br />
Mosque white and golden<br />
The time of Ramadan<br />
Eat bright yellow cookies<br />
Family fast<br />
Pray at home<br />
Pray in white golden mosque<br />
Talk with friends<br />
Leyman O<br />
Grade 2<br />
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My New World<br />
Squeezed too tight<br />
Crack!<br />
Crack!<br />
Chip! Chip!<br />
I astonishingly opened my eyes<br />
To a new world, a new place<br />
and a new life.<br />
That awaits me desperately.<br />
Terrified to move or speak.<br />
I climb out shivering.<br />
From my shell, ready for<br />
a new adventure in this bizarre place.<br />
I ponder: will I be<br />
loved or will I die of loneliness?<br />
I think ahead:<br />
will I cry myself to sleep?<br />
Jump off a cliff<br />
Because I’m not appreciated?<br />
I just wonder<br />
walking off into my New World.<br />
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Farrah A<br />
Grade 5
Loneliness<br />
Christina B<br />
Grade 8<br />
I saw loneliness clearly.<br />
He was slim, undersized and chilly.<br />
He turned, and without life, opened his hand.<br />
I saw his ashen face and parched fingers<br />
And heard him implore for money, powerless<br />
And I felt sorrowful.<br />
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Sadness<br />
Sadness is dark blue.<br />
It sounds like a lost kitten meowing.<br />
It smells like rotten eggs.<br />
It tastes like polluted water.<br />
It looks like a homeless person.<br />
It feels like a mean word.<br />
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Tom R<br />
Grade 2
What is Grey?<br />
Grey is a rainy day<br />
A feeling inside<br />
A scratchy blanket<br />
on a cold winter night<br />
The cold<br />
Arctic water<br />
biting madly at your toes<br />
the snow dyed by exhaust<br />
from cars roaring by<br />
A coin roughed up by use<br />
A wolf’s fur hiding in the snow<br />
Cement on a city road<br />
dotted by litter.<br />
Erica C<br />
Grade 6<br />
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Untitled<br />
Julia M<br />
Grade 11<br />
When you dance over the ground<br />
as if only you existed, as if you were naked,<br />
as if I was not there, I am<br />
violently jealous of what the music<br />
does to you,<br />
thrusting beats into your hips, gravity<br />
into your spine, and rhythm into your<br />
feet, pulling your entire body into<br />
the physical thrill of sound, the<br />
unselfconscious bliss of<br />
soul, as if I were never there at all.<br />
I want to be your<br />
music, weaving<br />
myself through<br />
your shoulders<br />
and around your<br />
fingers, having<br />
an effect on you<br />
exclusive to us.<br />
I want to drag your stomach into<br />
my hole in the earth, to a place<br />
where I selfishly have you, an<br />
alternative to silence.<br />
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Novel<br />
I sit perfectly still,<br />
A smile on my face.<br />
I embrace the possibility,<br />
Holding the book in my arms.<br />
I need not begin reading yet,<br />
For I know I will fall<br />
Deep into the story’s clutches.<br />
It holds promise, is a promise,<br />
Of enjoyment and deep thought.<br />
I touch the cover, leaf through pages,<br />
They are far more than paper.<br />
The shiny dust jacket is superficial,<br />
What is inside means much more.<br />
Another world sits in my hands,<br />
I do not wish to break the spell.<br />
But I know I must.<br />
I open the book, and tumble into<br />
Beyond.<br />
Claire S<br />
Grade 9<br />
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Liuba M<br />
Grade 8
Travelling By Book<br />
The coziness of the fire,<br />
The warmth of your bed,<br />
Your soft pillow,<br />
A place to rest your head.<br />
But sometimes you need excitement,<br />
A brand new place to look,<br />
That is when I’m glad<br />
That I have with me a book.<br />
With a book you can go exploring<br />
While staying where you are,<br />
But in your mind<br />
You can travel places near and far.<br />
Puneet S<br />
Grade 4<br />
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The Homeless Child<br />
Leslie A<br />
Grade 7<br />
All alone, no one to turn to.<br />
Sitting on the narrow sidewalk.<br />
Wondering what her future holds.<br />
Torn blanket covering her small body.<br />
Dirty, dusty face.<br />
Holding out her hand helplessly.<br />
Begging for a coin, for it would change her life.<br />
Crying with tears that could fill the ocean wide.<br />
Tears of fear and hope.<br />
Her hair in knots like slithering snakes.<br />
Wanting to help, I pull out a small dark coin.<br />
Gently placing it in her hand,<br />
She smiles.<br />
A small but beautiful tear of joy slides down her cold red cheek.<br />
The small coin meant nothing to me, but it meant the world for her.<br />
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Sounds Of The Plantation<br />
Charlotte S<br />
Grade 3<br />
I hear the cry of a slave getting whipped,<br />
As the owl hoots through the night.<br />
The music comes in the door.<br />
The trees are as still as a glass bottle.<br />
The music feels like it will never go away,<br />
As it mixes with the cries that make me tremble.<br />
Will I be next?<br />
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The sun is sleeping<br />
Night Time<br />
Lakes shimmering, crickets chirping<br />
I can feel the moon’s breath<br />
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Ashley T<br />
Grade 5
Untitled<br />
Black cloud, hard wind. Rain.<br />
Power of light in the air<br />
Dark sky. Thunderstorm.<br />
Erno V<br />
Grade 3<br />
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Andrei B<br />
Grade 5.<br />
The Windy Night: Poem For Two Voices<br />
The wind has blown my thoughts away<br />
Through shutters opened by the windy night<br />
Frightening, ferocious fiends!<br />
The branches of my tree hit my roof<br />
as hard as a wild boar.<br />
I wonder if it’s just a dream,<br />
now lying scattered in the grass.<br />
dark shadows sneak into my dreams<br />
My house whispers stories to me of<br />
witches and wizards.<br />
or am I sailing on a stormy night. or am I sailing on a stormy night.<br />
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Lingering In The Wind<br />
The life of the berry flashed before his eyes,<br />
The good and bad times,<br />
And the sad and happy times.<br />
He was slowly losing the grip of the branch.<br />
Jessica L<br />
Grade 7<br />
He remembers feeling the warm sun,<br />
Brush across his smooth, young skin.<br />
He remembers the cool summer wind,<br />
Making him sway to the joyous music of the birds.<br />
His skin was now old and shriveled,<br />
No longer a beautiful royal blue.<br />
He no longer felt lively or loved,<br />
He felt scared and tired.<br />
Hanging onto the branch all alone,<br />
No other berry was near him.<br />
The summer days were nice,<br />
Listening to children’s laughter,<br />
feeling excited, refreshed and ready for the day.<br />
Suddenly the berry heard a loud “SNAP”,<br />
The branch had broke,<br />
He was now dropping to the ground.<br />
“THUD” his life as a berry was over.<br />
Nothing of the berry was left,<br />
Only his memory of summer days,<br />
Lingering in the wind.<br />
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Cats<br />
The cat<br />
is like the night<br />
Orange like the moon<br />
their eyes like<br />
flaming lights<br />
her whiskers<br />
silver shooting stars<br />
their<br />
claws like<br />
sharp round shadows.<br />
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Shequilla W<br />
Grade 2
My Cat Cash<br />
I got him as a kitten when I was 4.<br />
He didn’t drink milk so I taught him.<br />
He ran. I chased.<br />
He scratched. I cried.<br />
He ate. I fed.<br />
He left. I worried.<br />
He can be annoying, but I love him.<br />
My cat.<br />
Anita L<br />
Grade 4<br />
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The Big Test<br />
Salma S<br />
Grade 4<br />
BOOM, CRASH, BAM.<br />
Went my head when I wrote my TEST<br />
Why was my BRAIN sinking<br />
RINGING<br />
NOT THINKING<br />
GOING CRASH<br />
BAM<br />
KABOOM?<br />
What a TEST!!<br />
Is it the 1st or 2nd question?<br />
No, it’s the 3rd<br />
No, 7th<br />
OR is it all the questions?<br />
I DON’T KNOW.<br />
My HEAD’S<br />
JUST GOING<br />
CRASH, BAM, KABOOM.<br />
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Thoughts<br />
Lynn N<br />
Grade 8<br />
“I am trying to do a test!” I whisper.<br />
“Chi, chi, chi!” as the students write.<br />
“Tick tock, tick tock!” as the clock moves.<br />
“Achoo!” as the students sneeze.<br />
“I am trying to do a test!” I say a little louder.<br />
“Thump, thump, thump!” as the kids run in the halls.<br />
“Ahhhhh!” as the students scream in the gym.<br />
“Ahem, ahem!” as the students cough.<br />
“Click, click, click!” as the teacher types.<br />
“I AM TRYING TO DO A TEST!” I yell.<br />
“Shhhhh!” the class yells back.<br />
Whoops, I was thinking out loud again!<br />
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On IQ Tests<br />
Meredith L<br />
Grade 11<br />
“…answers to the tests and a graph to convert your results into an IQ<br />
score will reveal if you’re above average…or maybe even a GENIUS!”<br />
(Eysenck, Hans. Test Your IQ)<br />
Thank you, Mister Eysenck. I do not know my IQ.<br />
I see you are to aid me in this matter.<br />
This score will encapsulate my entire persona into a number, you claim?<br />
I am most interested…<br />
interested to see how this number conveys<br />
my penchant for blue popsicles<br />
my fifteen second attention span<br />
my untameable hair<br />
interested to see how this number conveys<br />
the way i fall in and out of love ten times a day<br />
the way i used to fear the dinosaurs at the museum<br />
the way i cried when i lost my pet<br />
interested to see how this number conveys<br />
my love of music<br />
my hate of segregation<br />
my secret fear of hanging<br />
Thank you nevertheless, Mr. Eysenck. Perhaps another day.<br />
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My Alphabet<br />
Sarah M<br />
Grade 3<br />
A is for angry, because that is how I sometimes feel.<br />
B is for brain, because that is where it is coming from.<br />
C is for courage, I have it and I need it.<br />
D is for Doctors, lots and lots of them.<br />
E is for Epilepsy, and that is what I have.<br />
F is for feelings that get hurt from the teasing, and F is for friends that help.<br />
G is for grandmal, a kind of seizure I’ve had.<br />
H is for Hospital for Sick Children, where I spend a lot of time.<br />
I sometimes feel alone.<br />
J is for just wanting it to be over.<br />
K is for knowing it will hopefully be over soon.<br />
L is for lobe in the frontal part of my brain.<br />
M is for many MRIs.<br />
N is for Neurontin, a medicine I take.<br />
O is for operation, which I hope to have soon.<br />
P is for positive thinking, which is hard to have.<br />
Q is for quest to find a cure.<br />
R is for rivers of tears that I’ve cried.<br />
S is for seizures that I have every day.<br />
T is for tests, tests, and more tests.<br />
U is for understanding what I’m going through.<br />
V is for vomiting night after night.<br />
W is for why?<br />
X is for X-Rays of which I have had many.<br />
Y is for years of suffering.<br />
Z is the end: the end of my problem, which I hope will come soon.<br />
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Vladimir M<br />
Grade 8
Untitled<br />
The morning dew glows<br />
on the grass<br />
I watch a single leaf<br />
drift slowly down<br />
and<br />
land soundlessly at my<br />
feet.<br />
This isolated maple tree<br />
is my tree at<br />
heart.<br />
Worship the tree that<br />
watched you grow,<br />
young to old.<br />
Each leaf tells a page of<br />
your history.<br />
A fallen leaf means a<br />
new life is on the way.<br />
As I gather my fallen<br />
memories,<br />
I feel refreshed<br />
with<br />
my memories<br />
in my<br />
hand,<br />
I can<br />
hold, keep,<br />
and<br />
remember.<br />
Yuying L<br />
Grade 5<br />
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Vani S<br />
Grade 8.
DARKNESS IS FEAR<br />
Matthew A<br />
Grade 5<br />
Night is flooding my room.<br />
Look! on the walls…shadows!<br />
Darkness is in my room,<br />
So it is easier to imagine my fears.<br />
I can’t sleep.<br />
Something is going to pounce.<br />
I feel I’m going to be messily devoured,<br />
By a monster with huge fangs.<br />
Darkness…<br />
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The Jagged Stone<br />
like a sharp<br />
stone<br />
cutting the water<br />
with a mighty<br />
s p l a s h.<br />
Lasting only a<br />
moment<br />
to<br />
then<br />
sink<br />
unwillingly to the depth,<br />
the dark<br />
of the lake.<br />
The boys<br />
who steal the attention<br />
speaking ~~~~~~~~~~~words.<br />
shallow<br />
They are the Rock.<br />
Johanna G<br />
Grade 9<br />
their edges like<br />
Razors<br />
slicing at the silent souls:<br />
slashing those who show strength & security.<br />
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their influence,<br />
Heavy Weighing<br />
trying to<br />
V<br />
push<br />
V<br />
you<br />
V<br />
down<br />
down into the depths of their<br />
Insecurity<br />
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148 Urban Voices • L’écho de la ville 2001<br />
Mike Y<br />
Grade 12
ATTENTION !!<br />
Calina E<br />
8 e année—Immersion<br />
Il y a un dragon dans les bois,<br />
Qui dévore les jeunes comme toi.<br />
Avec son haleine inflammable,<br />
Le vaincre est infaisable.<br />
Bien sûr ce n’est pas un mensonge,<br />
Sa langue lèche le sang comme une éponge.<br />
Sa queue, couverte de piquants pointus,<br />
N’aurait pas de pitié pour un gosse perdu.<br />
Dans la forêt, c’est crucial d’être sage<br />
Si vous voulez une chance contre sa rage.<br />
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Untitled<br />
Flames bursting everywhere<br />
Nothing but paralyzing heat<br />
Eyes burning sparks<br />
Faces forming in flames<br />
Evil in the crackling air<br />
Melting eyes<br />
Face to face with burning hate<br />
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Liam S<br />
Grade 5.
Milad A<br />
Grade 6<br />
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Piano<br />
The Piano is white and black,<br />
Like a zebra’s stripes on its back.<br />
My fingers running down the keys,<br />
Like butterflies in the summer breeze.<br />
My music sits upon the stand,<br />
While I conduct my one man band.<br />
The music sounding oh so grand,<br />
It takes me to a far off land.<br />
There’s nothing that I’d rather do,<br />
Than play until the day is through!<br />
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Emily M<br />
Grade 4
The Music<br />
A note, a sound, a rhythm,<br />
A meaning deeper than one can fathom<br />
A technique, requirement, form<br />
Beneath it, life pulsates, warm.<br />
You listen, but do you hear,<br />
You look, but do you see?<br />
You think, but do you understand<br />
How much this music means to me?<br />
Some think it too unclear<br />
“We know not what it says”<br />
The music speaks to me, teaches me,<br />
Through all the lonely days.<br />
A note, a sound, a rhythm,<br />
The meaning now I fathom,<br />
The very essence of our lives,<br />
Speaking volumes more than any words.<br />
Pooja N<br />
Grade 9<br />
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A Lesson Of Who-I-Am<br />
Lauren D<br />
Grade 9.<br />
I squeeze myself into my jeans.<br />
I start to wonder if they’ll fit over my thighs.<br />
“Sam!” I cry, “I need help!”<br />
They don’t look like jeans,<br />
They aren’t jeans!<br />
They are magic materials manipulating my legs.<br />
They have turned my legs stonewashed,<br />
With seams,<br />
And little loops at the top of my hips.<br />
I grab the loops and pull.<br />
The fly doesn’t want to zip up.<br />
“Is this what I’ve come to?”<br />
I wonder:<br />
Why didn’t I buy the 25?<br />
The pants are on!<br />
I look at Sam…waiting for approval,<br />
But she laughs.<br />
“They aren’t you, but you have to wear them.<br />
You’ll fit in once we get there!”<br />
The pants look up at me,<br />
They frown and say,<br />
“Are you trying to kill us?<br />
You can’t walk in us,<br />
And you’re gonna try and dance in us?”<br />
I hobble down my carpeted stairs.<br />
I do knee lifts to break them in.<br />
It doesn’t seem to work.<br />
The jeans grab my knees.<br />
They don’t let them go.<br />
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We make it to the Dance.<br />
The reason I must dress like this.<br />
The Dance.<br />
There is a sea of people inside.<br />
People wearing trainers.<br />
People wearing nice big pants.<br />
People who can move.<br />
The soles of my boots are like nails.<br />
My feet hurt.<br />
My mind hurts.<br />
My jeans laugh at me.<br />
My legs yawn.<br />
They will not hold me anymore<br />
They are like two twigs;<br />
Above them,<br />
My torso.<br />
The twigs shake.<br />
I need to sit down.<br />
A girls taps me on the shoulder.<br />
She is nothing but skin and fake features.<br />
She is not real.<br />
“I like your pants!” she says.<br />
I need to find who I am.<br />
Where I am.<br />
Why I am.<br />
And I will<br />
Through Lessons like this<br />
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I Am Walking<br />
Azza B<br />
Grade 7<br />
I am walking down the street<br />
free like a bird in the sky<br />
I look up and see warm colours of<br />
the rainbow shining in my dark brown eyes<br />
I am not aware that who I am is a<br />
threat to the rest of the world<br />
Then in a heartbeat something rushes<br />
to my chest as I fall on the solid cold ground<br />
The lashes of the colourless rod<br />
thrash my head as it starts to pain<br />
With rich red blood dripping from my face<br />
I start to ponder why this is happening<br />
As my body dies I look down at my<br />
Skin and realize…<br />
I’m Black<br />
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Thunder Storm<br />
Lightning crash<br />
Water swish swishing.<br />
Crash swift<br />
Coming from<br />
Drums of war.<br />
Alex B<br />
Grade 2<br />
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The One I Call Cruiser<br />
Snow drifts blowing,<br />
Causing blindness.<br />
Cold stabbing,<br />
Wind piercing<br />
And the want and wish of a warm bed.<br />
Barn door opening,<br />
Warmth rushing in and burning.<br />
Familiar sound,<br />
Everything else forgotten,<br />
For the familiar feeling.<br />
Ck-lonk, ck-lonk,<br />
I hear him coming.<br />
He emerges from his prison<br />
And knows what he must do.<br />
He knows why I am here.<br />
Familiar,<br />
Yet hated cold rushes back.<br />
His colossal body feels no cold,<br />
Or at least he is too proud to show it.<br />
He fills me with warmth.<br />
Sarah C<br />
Grade 9.<br />
We ride, and we ride as one.<br />
No more distinguish between girl and horse.<br />
One pitter-patter and we are lost.<br />
Soaring together,<br />
To the heavens.<br />
All done for this moment,<br />
This moment when<br />
Cruiser and I are one.<br />
When I am one<br />
With such an immense power.<br />
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Khatsaeva A<br />
Grade 8<br />
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Chinese New Year<br />
When the lion dance is over<br />
the fireworks begin<br />
We see colours in the sky<br />
Big ones, small ones and short ones<br />
Dancing in the sky<br />
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Jennifer R<br />
Grade 3
BRACES<br />
I’m getting braces,<br />
The thought makes me gag.<br />
Those wires are heavy,<br />
They’ll make my smile sag.<br />
I’m getting braces,<br />
The idea makes me hurl.<br />
Those clankety clanks,<br />
Can limit a girl.<br />
I’m getting braces,<br />
How awful ‘twill be.<br />
With a mouth full of metal<br />
I’ll never be free.<br />
I’m getting braces,<br />
I know I sound sad.<br />
But if I don’t get them,<br />
I’ll wish that I had.<br />
Emily H<br />
Grade 8<br />
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GUINEA PIGS<br />
tiny<br />
little eyes that<br />
glow in the dark like<br />
flashlights<br />
cold<br />
naked<br />
tiny<br />
feet<br />
chocolate brown<br />
snow white<br />
night black<br />
expensive<br />
coat<br />
like a prince would wear<br />
puffy fur<br />
like he came out of a<br />
dryer<br />
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Riananne G<br />
Grade 5
Gestation<br />
We are the children<br />
We live the life of nature reversed<br />
In the fall we hatch<br />
And like ravenous caterpillars<br />
We feed upon the leaves of books<br />
And dream of flowers and flying<br />
Our schools, like giant cocoons<br />
Nourish and protect<br />
Until we finally awake<br />
And our dreams of beauty wilt<br />
Our wings unfold in spring<br />
And our muted colours show<br />
We are misled<br />
While dreaming of butterflies<br />
We are bred as moths<br />
We nibble at the fabric of society<br />
Vainly seeking the nectar<br />
Of our childhood dreams<br />
Only to be caught in work<br />
And tied by threads of need<br />
A looming spider drains our life<br />
Until we may finally spread our wings<br />
Free from the web of lies<br />
Katy H<br />
OAC<br />
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The Deconstructed Puppet<br />
Remove the dry humour,<br />
and the high-pitched voice,<br />
and the googly eyes.<br />
Take away the wide grin,<br />
and the colourful fluff,<br />
and the playful bobbing.<br />
Pull out the tight stitching,<br />
and the loose threads,<br />
and the inner lining.<br />
And what you have is a naked hand,<br />
with a sweaty palm,<br />
and fingers writhing nervously<br />
behind a black stage.<br />
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Morgan V<br />
Grade 11
Outside<br />
One sunny day I will be outside.<br />
I will play by the playground.<br />
When it’s night,<br />
I will look for a wishing star,<br />
Or a star named Twinkle.<br />
If I find it,<br />
I will bring it home.<br />
Dimitri W<br />
Grade 2<br />
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The Choices<br />
So many schools, so many decisions<br />
So many jobs, like mathematicians.<br />
Where to get help, where to get training<br />
Consider the options (my head is paining).<br />
Riverdale, Danforth, where will I go?<br />
Which one is better, I do not know.<br />
Took the tour and looked around<br />
Asked some questions, here’s what I’ve found.<br />
Douglas C<br />
Grade 8l<br />
Friends are important, education is too<br />
You have to determine what’s right for you<br />
I’m still debating, can’t make up my mind<br />
But I have to move on, leave my childhood behind.<br />
Everyone’s helpful but it’s up to me<br />
I’ll soon decide what my future will be.<br />
Choices now, I’ll pick and then<br />
In just four years, I’ll be at it again.<br />
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Yearbook<br />
Luke G<br />
Grade 8<br />
The teachers are listed on page 3<br />
Hey look! A picture of me!<br />
Typed in blue and white<br />
400 copies overnight<br />
Soft cover, budgets low.<br />
Pictures of people in the snow<br />
Signatures are near the end<br />
It’s no good to pretend<br />
You’ll miss all those kids that you knew<br />
They’re all history, like past morning dew<br />
Next year, you’ll be all alone<br />
Reading the yearbook, in your home.<br />
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As I Look Out My Window<br />
As I look out my window<br />
I feel,<br />
The night’s soft, smooth air.<br />
Flickering stars, bright like fireflies,<br />
Wake the sky’s moon.<br />
Phone lines straight as a tree’s trunk,<br />
Dark and chilling.<br />
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Hayley A<br />
Grade 3
Wind<br />
Can’t you hear the voices of the wind?<br />
The soft call from the spirits within.<br />
Alex H<br />
Grade 4<br />
Can’t you feel the bitter ice of sadness?<br />
The unfriendly winter breeze on your skin.<br />
Can’t you hear the sad winter cries?<br />
The helpless dying spirit of the wind.<br />
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The Love Of Cats<br />
Matthew C<br />
Grade 7<br />
He walks past me—head up high in the air ignoring all of my calls.<br />
Too good to even look and acknowledge me. I wave a string and all dignity<br />
is lost<br />
As he twists and turns on the dirty floor,<br />
Trying to catch it.<br />
After a while he tires, he then falls into a deep sleep curled in a<br />
ball with his paws on his head.<br />
Out of no where he suddenly wakes up and dashes<br />
to the door. For no reason<br />
at all.<br />
A few seconds later I follow him. He is sitting calmly<br />
staring out the window,<br />
fascinated by the wind blowing a tree.<br />
I’m confused by why he acts like that, but I know<br />
the answer.<br />
He is a cat and that’s what cats do.<br />
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L'oiseau de couleur<br />
Veronica B<br />
4 ième annee- Immersion<br />
L'oiseau de couleur plonge du ciel<br />
Et laisse un peu de couleur<br />
Sur tout ce qu'il survole.<br />
De l'orange pour les fruits,<br />
Du jaune pour le soleil,<br />
Du vert pour les planetes,<br />
Du rouge pour le feu,<br />
Du bleu pour le ciel,<br />
Du violet pour la terre.<br />
Il est rapide…<br />
Ne laissant qu'un peu de magie<br />
Sur toutes les choses qu'il touche.<br />
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The Soaring Fire<br />
Freewheeling through the sky<br />
Wings cutting the humming space<br />
Dancing twirling swirling<br />
Toward the wisps<br />
Of clouds<br />
Extending their reach<br />
To the holy heaven<br />
To their destiny<br />
Like the rising sun with<br />
Their golden eyes and mountains<br />
With their impaling spikes<br />
With fiery breath<br />
So vivid<br />
So fierce<br />
Ignite the starry sky<br />
Their thrashing tails<br />
Emit such furor<br />
Their piercing claws<br />
Cleave the flowing air<br />
Their majestic slender<br />
Structures<br />
So vigorous in the<br />
Golden rays<br />
Fly high above all<br />
And when remembering those<br />
So wild so bold<br />
Ferocious and kingly<br />
Remember the dragons<br />
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Belinda P<br />
Grade 6
Inside<br />
Mrs. Orr’s Grade 5 Class<br />
Inside, the ticking of the clock is deafening.<br />
Inside the odour of wet paint<br />
makes me queasy.<br />
Inside, an unappetizing bitterness<br />
while I chew on my pencil<br />
Inside, the stiffness of my eraser<br />
as I clutch it in my fingers<br />
Inside,<br />
I focus on my teacher’s words<br />
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I Am Like A Poem<br />
Helen D<br />
Grade 4<br />
I am like a poem<br />
bursting with feelings.<br />
I can make you laugh, like when someone tickles you.<br />
I like to talk a lot, but when I’m shy I speak quietly.<br />
Sometimes I speak really fast, like a tongue twister.<br />
I love to give away my ideas.<br />
Sometimes I keep them private.<br />
I am like a poem.<br />
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Morphing Shadow<br />
Richard F<br />
OAC<br />
Perched high in the canopy,<br />
Clutching with small claws,<br />
She changes colour,<br />
Whimsically blending with the foliage,<br />
Becoming one with nature.<br />
Eyes quickly spot breakfast,<br />
Zone in like crosshairs,<br />
Locked on target.<br />
Her tongue explodes from her mouth,<br />
A horseman’s whip,<br />
Winding around the insect and<br />
Snapping back to her<br />
The flick of a match.<br />
Changing tints to shades, aqua to jade, a<br />
Jewel being wiped free of dust.<br />
Balancing on brittle branches,<br />
Descent commences to the<br />
Basement of nature’s condo.<br />
Hue-shifting gift brings little comfort, she<br />
Peers into moist mist below.<br />
Fears grips her heart, she plucks berries<br />
Nervously. A monstrous shadow<br />
Creeps over her, blocking out the sun.<br />
Adrenaline pumps, she is airborne,<br />
Ricocheting off trees like a pinball<br />
Until finally reaching sanctity in the canopy.<br />
Skin reverting to a light brown, she<br />
Precariously looks down into the abyss of the forest,<br />
Relieved she has survived its vast perils. Scales<br />
Gleam in light of a new day.<br />
She is a chameleon, a morphing shadow.<br />
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Holy Water<br />
Lennox C<br />
Grade 6.<br />
I wonder what holy water would taste like?<br />
Would it be cool and fresher than the mountains’ spring water and the taste<br />
of God’s soul and clearer, smoother, fresher and tastier than all the treats you<br />
could imagine?<br />
I can taste the magical smell of spring, greater than the Fountain of Youth.<br />
The amazing, great smell of God’s perfume and my drooling mouth<br />
demanding more and more as if I were addicted to it and wanting to keep it.<br />
The wonderful key to Heaven. Oh, how brilliant holy water would be.<br />
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My Bed<br />
I am uncomfortable in my bed,<br />
so I go deep down instead.<br />
I go deeper and deeper<br />
until I hear a chirp, a peep,<br />
I see birds, trees, I see cliffs and waterfalls,<br />
I see flowers and tall towers.<br />
I reach up to the cliff<br />
but then I fall down into sparkling water.<br />
I am in bed, so I dream instead.<br />
Caitlyn H<br />
Grade 2<br />
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On A Narrow Strip<br />
On a narrow strip of lawn<br />
between the empty planter<br />
and the side door<br />
I lie with the wobbling watering can<br />
and water myself,<br />
instead of the seeds in the ground<br />
or the grass or the trees or the weeds,<br />
to see what new grows with the coolness<br />
of this sprinkling.<br />
I roll around in shallow grassy mud<br />
until I feel juicy and full<br />
and germinated<br />
and like grape jelly.<br />
I lie with brown and shining<br />
and dream<br />
of the new tiny roots which tickle my skin<br />
from the inside.<br />
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Annanda D<br />
Grade 11
Irina L<br />
Grade 8<br />
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Urban Skies<br />
Bora A<br />
Grade 8<br />
When I look up,<br />
The skies are blue,<br />
Not a hint of pollution,<br />
The clouds are white,<br />
And fluffy too,<br />
But what I don’t see,<br />
Is the underlying city,<br />
That seems to me,<br />
As it seems to you.<br />
Sure, the city is quite visible on its own,<br />
But what we don’t see is the creativity,<br />
The creativity that drives our cities,<br />
That makes them flourish.<br />
It’s what makes mighty glass buildings rise to touch the skies,<br />
And beautiful parks form,<br />
It’s in every one of the populace,<br />
But it’s never the norm.<br />
For each one of us has a special gift,<br />
Something to contribute,<br />
To this wonderful thing,<br />
That is our city.<br />
We as a people are its soul,<br />
As much of it as it is of us.<br />
And so a city,<br />
Is a reflection of the people,<br />
Who reside within.<br />
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Poetry Hides In…<br />
Nicholas H<br />
Grade 3<br />
The wind, as it brushes my hair.<br />
The world, as wonders are made.<br />
Fire, as it warms others.<br />
Birds, when they sing like a choir.<br />
Water, when it’s as calm as a sleeping fox.<br />
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Revelations<br />
You say<br />
creation is arbitrary<br />
the progeny<br />
of a creature we call<br />
BIG BANG<br />
I say<br />
creation is a song<br />
whispered<br />
by rustling leaves<br />
and floating winds<br />
I say<br />
creation is a work of art<br />
painted<br />
with sweeping strokes<br />
of cobalt<br />
and magenta<br />
across the canvas sky<br />
stippled<br />
with patches<br />
of ochre<br />
and viridian<br />
on paper trees<br />
I say<br />
creation is poetry<br />
written<br />
by wave fingers<br />
on the sand<br />
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Fatima U<br />
OAC