CONNECTING TO MY PASSIONS

The Archer ~ by Ava Foo, 2D

Like Mike ~ by Edmund, 2C

In my dreams last night ~ by Dhanesh, 2C

The Archer

It was of great weight, no lighter,Different shades of ombre, no duller.Three white extenders.Joined against the black riser.Closed my eyes and hearing the wind whisperWhen my metal bow was raised up higher,And pulled the yellow string to aim and anchor,When the white-fletched arrow left the riser for the yellow target paper,-

I knew I was an archer.

by Ava Foo, 2D

Like Mike

When I was eightI had my first dreamI wish I could be like MikeBut is that alright?When I got my first pairThis air bubble, right hereIs gonna make me fly like MikeI headed out to the courtAnd when I jumped,I jumped,I swear I got so high!I touched the net!I touched the net!

And my tongue was sticking out like Mike.But, am I Mike now?

On the courtI wasn’t the bestBut my kicks were like the pros yoAnd is like the one on my logoI just wanna flyI just wanna touch the rimjust stitch a wingand it begins.

by Edmund, 2C

In my dreams last night

In my dreams last night,you were a poetwho pulled words from the pale sectors of the skyto give them lifethough you arranged them to dieupon your pagestheir final resting placeand I thought to myselfthere could be no sweeter death or tomb in which to restthan then places you would exploreto seek for meaning.

by Dhanesh, 2C