The Hope of New Snow
The white below my feet, so innocently soft
Soon is blackened from the dirt we fling,
Our once clean feet are dark with filth.
Yet, soft flakes will fall again;
Cover our mistakes with a new innocence.
New life, like new snow, offers hope to children
Once pure,
Now begrimed by the world.
--Dior Hartje (Grade 9)
3 comments:
Good work, Dior! This poem speaks truth eloquently.
so much in so few words, and such depth of vision in one of so few years. I am impressed.
Dior, good work!
Alice, where do you find this brilliant and thoughtful young people?
ed
Ed, I don't look for them. Usually, God brings them to me! They are a true blessing. :)
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