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Heidi Moore, Salisbury University We are We are a seamstress delicately mending wounded hearts. We are a compass providing guidance through the uncertain sea of life. We are sunshine and rain nourishing the seeds of change. We are silent candles providing attended illumination. We are echoes to the voices that haven’t been heard. We are social workers. Briana Hardman, West Virginia University Loneliness we may feel. A goodbye that burns Versus a hello that heals. Safe is the feeling of being whole Rough times may come, but strength we own. Hello my hero, welcome home. Samuel D. Smith, West Virginia University Oh, for a field and a solitary tree, beneath which to sit and, for a long time-- --not to think. Jed Metzger, Nazareth College Being Present See, I know what I want to do. Rather, I know how I want to be, when we are together. I know that you know when I am with you, when I feel you. Truth is, it is harder to do than to say, like many things I guess, So I tune everything else out and deeply focus, So I can be present, with you.
Rich Furman, Washington University, St. Louis Trotting race of time Third class train tickets do not buy seats the night shift from Mexicali to Mexico, sickness means little to those whose lives depend upon the relief of hard wood bench and fantasy foam. Airless, smoky cars packed like dirty tired chickens in mobile coop bellowing soot and steam, sluggish chugging down Senora dessert. Climb scalding roof, anchor yourself with belt, watch the sky and cactus pass like dark crippled gunslingers. Discarded cars deserted oil drums garbage bags piled to the sky. Power plants spell progress to the poor, unknowing effects of future fraud unspoken. Scramble down quickly with tunnel ahead, hide between boxcar gut-wrenching rumble. Young mother watches you through window, gentle eyes yearn weary sad pity. Sliding the door open, pushing past bodies asleep standing, crammed into corner, the few awake stare shyly at burnt skin, conductor calls next stop, shanty town mother ambles forward, her fading form into abandoned waste, into trotting race of time. Jean Jones, University of Alabama Where do I Dump my Trash when I am the Landfill? People of different races and ages bringing problems, seeking solutions. If not found, their lives may be filled with pollutions. Lack of Resources, Regulations, Policies, Piles and piles of Paperwork with deadlines to meet. Always Ethnical, Always on Call, and not getting the proper amount of sleep. Wait! Take a deep breath, Recycle all that Trash, take time to exercise, renew your faith, connect with peers or take a vacation. Don't delay, Get started today! Remember, a Social Worker is valuable and a necessity to bring people Hope and a little Sunshine to brighten a Dark Day!
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