Stories,
Flowing like a river,
Generation to generation,
As minds begin to wither.
Letter by letter,
Word by word,
Stories to be read,
Lessons to be learned.
Coming from the wise,
History to maintain
Soothing to the mind
Like the sound of falling rain.
Cultures lost in time,
Stories told in vain,
As tellings fall upon deaf ears,
The past begins to fade.
Grade: 8
Palisades, DC
Washington, DC
I Am Number Four by Pittacus Lore
I hope that people will recognize the dangers of climate change and that people will be able to change their lives to help the planet.
I don’t really have a specific person. I am inspired by people who are doing their part in helping the environment.