The Lure of the Extraordinary Peacock by Prachi Kothari, age 11, Mumbai, India A blue glow That makes everyone say “Ooo” The peacock’s feathers when spread look like they give to the ground, blue light Which brings to the watchers, a charming smile When the wet rain with the ground together clap This scene is extraordinary, incredible, fab The peacock starts dancing exceptionally arresting We feel around us an ecstasy fencing Golden green rays emit from their feathers That we can’t stop to gather For perceiving this wondrous sight It would be marvelous if it could take a sky-high flight When looking at it, our eyes pounce out and magically stop The peacock is so magnificent from bottom to top. If it comes dancing on the road Everything from cars to people would be on hold It spreads out its wings with valor In us, we need to imbibe that gleaming color. We should not just sit and perch on the tree Do something outstanding that makes everyone feel glee Animals should be given importance and cared Do not let them become extinct and rare. Increase the number of animals and birds Build national parks and sanctuaries where they can freely and happily run Store the beautiful sights of the peacock in your mind and heart So that these pleasant sights keep coming repeatedly and ever last. Prachi Kothari is a 11-yr-old author and has published several books in her series, "The Lightning Bulbs of My Heart". She lives in Mumbai, India, and she is a blogger. You can visit her site: exemplaryprachi.blogspot.com. She is one of the youngest podcasters and runs her show, 'Extraordinary World On Earth' where she spreads excellent awareness of the environment. She is a YouTuber at 'Prachi Kothari' where she recites many of her poems. She enjoys writing and hopes to create a better world for all.
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My View
My View
By Julia Dun Rappaport, grade 9, Massachusetts.
I like to gaze out my window, the thick black telephone
Wires criss-crossing my
View.
A bare tree shoots up from the Earth of the
Yard. I wait for it to bloom. I eagerly await the leafy greenness to fill the pane. Two
Blue jays are perched on a nearby branch.
I see the ruffle of the sunbathed brush, and picture Wind
Combing my hair with her
Gentle fingers.
The sky is a pale hue of
Pastel azure. Swollen clouds dot its rounded edges. A faint tune from wind chimes
Dances on the air.
It rained yesterday, and the petrichor lingers still, the scent
Grasping the atmosphere. I can nearly taste the sweetness of the
Fresh world. I
Imagine the earthy, crisp pleasantness on my
Tongue.
But I taste nothing but the staleness of the room. I see
Nothing but the blankness of my computer
Screen.
I hear nothing but the clacking of my keys and the soft
Whirring of technology around me.
Surrounded in this modern world.
Trapped.
Julia is a writer, poet, and artist. Her designs and paintings have won several art contests. She adds:
“This year has changed many things about me. From my lengthening golden-brown hair to my taller height, many noticeable things about me are different now than they were before the pandemic. Other things have changed, too. My life used to be riddled with insecurities, worries, and slight, nagging doubts. I am not saying that everything is gone now, but the virus has brought more than just sorrow. COVID-19 is a horrific thing, and it has terrorized our world. But, as my teachers waved to me through a screen, I realized that my life has forever changed. I no longer need to be validated through praise of others. This leads me to today. I am inspired to submit to Skipping Stones because I would like to prove to myself that I am a creative, intelligent individual who deserves a spot in Skipping Stones. I have learned to be a writer, to see and think differently. I am still learning. I am a young writer, and I would like to thank you for this opportunity. This is a chance to see myself as more than some kid. This could be a representation of progress. I am not saying that I need to be accepted; the simple act of submitting my work is proof of growth. All in all, I am inspired to submit to Skipping Stones because quarantine has helped me learn and grow, and I am ready to share that growth with you.”
Ten Square Feet
By Beau Heese, grade 7, Missouri. Ten Square Feet Weeds brush at my side, crack! a twig breaks, croak! a frog bellows. And the birds, musicians from a time long before man, begin to sing. I sit, looking at the color around me. Bright white flowers sit to my right, swaying in the morning breeze, while vines dangle from an oak tree to my left. My eyes wander, staring at the life around me. I cannot look away. I am freezing, tired, and it is still dark out, but I am in awe. The beauty of our world, is absolutely incredible, more colorful than anything we could ever create. And all of this in just ten square feet. By Beau Heese, grade 7, Missouri.