Inspiration Anthology 22a.pdf

“Once out there, she was living in a tree. No one upstairs, downstairs or across the way could see her.
But she could look out through the leaves and see everything.”
Francie Nolan, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn
She has such a heart, the kind of heart that her father had, that her mother and her aunts have, a heart
that won’t tire from me. I am in all her thoughts of life. When she sees her world which some might call
poor, as a world of answers I am with her. When she delves into books she falls into the love of
another world, when she hears her father singing, she forgives his sins and worships him as the most
loving father in the world I am there. I am found in every part of her, there is not an inch that would
turn from me. I am love.
“It looked like a cascade of miniature umbrellas. Lifting it with both hands he considered it’s beauty.
Then, in gratitude, Neftalí gazed up at the great tree that had bestowed such a treasure. “Thank you,”
he whispered.”
Neftalí Reyes, The Dreamer
I am a constant in his tiny, fragile body. He is awed by all that he sees, he finds beauty in the most
unexpected of places. I flow through him at the sight of a beetle or at the sound of the word
locomotive. I listen with him when the rain patters on the roof or the sea crashes at his feet. When
someone else walks past a single lost boot they see nothing, when Neftalí walks past I am present
immediately and he takes the lonely shoe for his own. I turn his world often from a normal, boring and
even irritating one, to a treasure trove, a map where around every corner there is an x marking the
spot. It is seldom that I am not there with him, in the back of his mind, even when fear takes over,
because his connection with me will be there forever. He is a wonderer, curious in every way, he
bothers to ask where the unfinished staircase leads, he is astonished by the unknown. I am rapture.
By Eloise S (Year 9)