Sacred Rock This is my rock and here I run to steal the secret of the sun. It is an island amidst a sea of trouble green trees rumble and tremble the ocean is firey waves a flickering flame a guide in the mist. The gravity pushes the asteroids toward earth This is the place I meet the evening face to face. ~ Group poem In My Hand I hold... The power to do anything, the hope which builds my confidence, the happiness which clears rainy days, the enthusiasm which never dampens the spirit the spirit to do my best. The future I choose for myself. ~ Composed by Joel In My Hand I hold... In my hand I hold a bird a little feathery bird. He feels so light so small and delicate, his round small beady eyes he smells of hay and grass, he chirps happily in my hand, he feels so soft and fluffy. I do not wish to taste him for I will not like that and neither will he. ~ Composed by Jo Mandy There is naught that there is I give to thee for your ways are not mine. All the values of the human world mean naught to you. Our foods are not yours. what would a pizza mean to you? A dress? Perhaps even the whispers of music the gentle voice of a harp means naught to thee, perhaps even my colours are not yours. Do you know the blueness of the skies? The blueness of the sea? Have you ever seen the sea? I do not know I am not you. There is naught we share but one The glowing ember of our friendship we both have seen and felt it shall never die. My place is here with you. ~ Composed by Sharon Hung God God came out of the blue He gives me the skies to enjoy For the birds to inhabit He gives me the beauty of music From the Old Times, like Bach’s Chorales Or Beethoven’s Symphonies I hold onto. He gives me the existence of Italian pasta mixed with tomato sauce. He gives a bed in which to rest He gives me a unique skin, my personality, He is mysterious, And I’d like to meet Him One day, to know Him, But after I’ve enjoyed all the Special things God gives to Me. ~ Composed by Tiffany Chen Back to the Kid's Page Home