SPACE

by Milo, Grade 2

With numbers and letters they can make a picture.

How will they do it?

When will they do it?

With telescopes!

Whenever they want, They shall do it.

With yellow, orange, green, and red, they shall do it.

Whenever they want

However they want They shall do it. With 2, 4, 8, or 9 points, They shall do it. While eating a snack or watching a show, They will do it.

UNTITLED by Ivan, Grade 4

Millions of galaxies, Dancing in a field, Even when they’re scared, Bolts coming loose, Not a sitting duck, But a sitting goose. A black hole sweeps them up, They cry in dismay,

Help us!

Help us!

We’re getting swept awayyyyyyyyy

After they’re gobbled up, They’re in a different place

It is like they’re stuck In a tall glass vase.

Never being able to escape, They’re stuck in some vape.

Grounded

by Vasyl, Grade 7

As I sit here grounded on earth

I stare up in the sky and suddenly my shoes grow wings and I grow weightless and I lift myself into lost space whizzing past the atmosphere and then

I stop. I stare out into the cosmos but past the stars into a cornfield of galaxies but one interests me the most. I zoom in.

And I watch with wonder the 4 dancers

Swirling around and around on their great cosmic stage dancing a decades old dance each waiting for their big moment. Out in the distance something catches my eye. And as I float over

Weightless

I see colors flash by whizzing by me

Orange

Purple

Blue

Blue like the sky beyond which lie the vast great cosmos

There is beauty in death sometimes. And as I float further back

I see a beach great sandy waves of dust and the vibrant blue ocean just beyond. Blue like our blue marble

There is beauty in life too.

And as I go forth farther beyond I reach emptiness

I feel emptiness

I remember my family Friends on that wonderful majestic blue marble out here in this vast universe. And I float down through the sand on the beach back through the colorful bed of gas and dust past the performers still dancing.

Back down through the atmosphere back into my chair.

And I let my thoughts

Sometimes it’s nice to be grounded.