Give it and Move it on

Give it and Move it on

Action is just action until we mean what we do,

And love is always there until we give it away,

Standing up with friends and family we can make changes,

To make this world magic green,

Millions of us can make changes and move it on,

Just one little thing can start the fire,

Our memories are full of love and caring,

We can all reach our hearts to give it and move it on,

Remember if friends and families come together,

There will be a great change in this world,

If we take the chances we can make positive changes,

Just like one person can heal another,

And the world will smile along with us,

It’s not to little too late to come together,

Our love means a lot to the world,

Imagine all we can do if we give it and move it on.

By Shamira Nambafu

Her

Every time I talk to her

It’s like a dream

She everything that I wanted .she gave me something special,

Something that I will always remember her every time I look at it

That day was our first kiss together

I remember when we had our first basketball game

I wanted you to win, every time I shoot the ball it goes in the net.

That’s when you gift me the bracelet, that day it like the whole world stay still

For like that 5 seconds you put it on my hands.

It was between you and me. You told me to always …protect it.

I promise I always will, cause when you give some one a gift that special

They have to keep it and protect it just like they will protect you

Derson Petit-Homme

The Best Year Ever!

 2007 the best year ever.

A year the well stay in my memory forever.

I remember me waking in the stage

With a big smile in my face.

Always with happy face

Because of the friends that I made.

My dream came true

But I never knew that I would

Be crowed as a

Miss Brazil.

Dream that since I was very little girl.

Many things I learned

Respect the others feeling was the basic.

Me with my white and pink dress 

Was beautiful as a princess.

Every time when I stared at my dress

I started to smile, by remembering my feeling

And my tears falling.

I wasn’t anxious but wanted to enjoy

Every minutes, seconds and hours.

I commit to memory the judge asking me

How do I see my future.

I wanted to say many things

But a victorious person

 

With head held high

That’s how I was,

And my eye stared cry.

The men said

Congratulation you are the winner

The next Miss Brazil 2007

I lowered my head and

Just felt the tears dropping in my face.

By Vanessa Araujo

Reminiscence

One of the best days of my life!
Sometimes I wish I could go back on that time.
I remember like it was today, when you gave me the teddy pig.

That day the sun was shinnnig like your caramel eyes.

Now every night when I lie in bed I sleep with the teddy pig,
and when I feel sad and miss you,

I look at the teddy pig and remember all our unbilievable memories.
But memories are just memories,

and they are never going to come back.

and  deep deep down I still have faith that one day they will come back,
and for this to happen I will have to fight for it .
Because if its what you really want its worth to fight to get it back.

By: Giselly cristine gomes :D

I Remember You

He start calling me so softly

With a big smile he talk to me lovely

I saw him coming where I was

He gave me this, that I would never forget

And he said this is for you allset

My thoughts when flying just for you

I never thought that my best friend will be in love with me!

He told me I want to stay with you, I never want to leave

You are someone special and I will always love you! <3

Lesli Mazariegos

Emerald Necklace

Emerald Necklace

Gardens along Fenway

The vital garden has transformed

into a cemetery of wintry colors

vines and plants once juniper

now thin and brittle to the touch,

concentration camps of the past.

Thick wood and chairs disguised

weathered and worn

like glass massaged by salty waves.

decorated with treasures

garden plots resemble graves,

pharaoh tombs in downtown Boston,

wild birds speckled among golden straw

on fire with winter sun.

Caroline Whalen

 

Written in 2007 in the fall near Simmon's College in Boston