The following are student writing submitted by students who attend the NeWP Youth Writing Festival 2015.
Click, clack, click, clack—
Can you hear the rhythm?
The tapping of our fancy, dress-up shoes,
The opening and closing of my briefcase,
The tick, the tick of a constantly moving clock,
The buzz of interaction yet no one really talks.
It’s Business Day, you see, nothing personal.
No, really, nothing personal.
We keep it professional.
No expression, no emotion, no color.
It is gray and only gray.
It is gray everyday
Because every day is Business Day.
The beautiful sky, the wind
softly blowing, and the animals
slowly roaming. The grass under
my feet feels and looks like
a silky array of green silk.
The sun was setting and
the sky was like a rainbow.
The giraffe I was leaning
against had the softest
of fur, I named her
Lola. There she and I
a Poem by Kyra St.Patrick School
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