PASSION

Give me the passionate ones;

Those ever watchful hawks of change, who burn

with the incandescent brilliance of innovation,

exploration, and motive.

Give me he, who lives a million years in the

blink of an eye…

who fights,

who dies,

and who cares,

Give me the one that never ceases to be ready -

for the new day ahead, and for the better horizon

of tomorrow.

Those who yearn for revolution, speak for

themselves, and instill the ever omnipotent

sense of victory within the diffident flock of

complacence and apathy

Give me he, who judges his step by the feel of

the wind, the warmth of the sun, and the

interminable voice which says,

“press on, press on, and don’t stop.”

AS I LOOKED

As I looked down the old road, I thought to myself

what it was like when it was first built:

people and cars using it for transportation;

and I thought to myself what it was like now:

old, deserted and still

As I looked at the old building standing by itself,

I thought to myself what it was like when it was first built:

clean, new and being used;

and I thought to myself what it was like now:

dirty, crumbling and abandoned.

As I looked in the mirror I thought to myself,

what I was like when I was first born:

Scared, hungry and confused;

and I thought to myself what I was like now:

clean, calm and loved.

Grade 5 Published: A Celebration of Young Poets