Erin Dealey

The Life

I hear silent footsteps walking across the beautiful beach.

I sit and watch the sunset.

The little fraction of the sun just over the mountain tops.

Wind and sand fall over me as I lay.

Glistening waves crashing against the hills.

This is my image of a dream.

by Kwynn Carrillo, 6th grade

My Dream

My friends help Earth

echo through the night

while they dream of the

web of plastic exploding and

disappearing while the Earth

wakes up to a silent plastic tree

world and the world will

thank you for it.

by Elias Mijares, 6th grade

KEEP IT CLEAN

Don’t let this earth explode or overload.

Help keep it clean and green.

Don’t make it disappear.

Just persevere.

Look at your dreams

Make them come true just go and pursue.

By Cooper Anderson, 6th Grade

Footsteps

I sit on my bed

staring out my window

at the magnificent image of Ukraine’s bright sunset.

Silence

I hate the quiet,

soon broken by rushed

and eager footsteps.

Footsteps

loud and echoing,

My friends and family rushing to get packed.

Tears form in my eyes.

I begin to tremble.

Bombs, suddenly heard in the distance

for a fraction of a second

the footsteps stop.

Tomorrow we leave.

I lay my head down to sleep.

I dream that the people of our Earth

will soon come to peace.

By Molly Hodapp, 6th grade