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Wednesday, April 22: Turkey Marsala, peas and pearl onions, mashed potatoes, whole wheat dinner roll, apple bread pudding.
Thursday, April 23: Honey glazed pork chop, fajita vegetable blend, baked sweet potato wedges, whole wheat dinner roll, pineapple.
Friday, April 24: Hamburger, cabbage and sausage soup, side salad, whole wheat sandwich roll, fruit cocktail.
Q. My daughter, a high school senior, is getting cold feet. She has had her goals all set, been accepted at a good school, but now wants to take a gap year before going to college. I’m not sure how to coach her through it or how hard to push.
There’s the group that sits at the long table,
the one that stretches from wall to wall.
Where all the kids my age
(every single one) sit
Earlier in the day, I saw them in classes
or passed them in halls
Maybe I looked at them,
and wondered if they noticed me, maybe
something clicked that day, maybe
they waved at me and smiled.
All I know is that now
Age 17, Grade 11
Lehigh Valley Charter High School for the Arts
Going grocery shopping has taken on a whole new significance as the coronavirus (COVID-19) pandemic continues. Can you recommend basic courtesies for navigating the grocery store to find what we need and remain safe?
Each time we head to the grocery store, we all wonder if it’s safe to do so and if we do, will we find what we need?
This thought is on the minds of fellow shoppers, apparent from the looks on shopper’s faces as they view the often bare shelves.
Sister, these are my promises to you
I promise that when they call you small
I will take you to the top of a mountain
So you can see that in fact
We all are
I promise that when you whine that it’s cold
I will take you to the north pole
To remind you
It could always be colder
I promise that I will draw clouds
On the backs of your hands
So that your head will always be above them
And your feet always below
I promise that when you feel overwhelmed
I will buy you high heels to keep you on your toes
In the time of the coronavirus, poetry is never needed more.
To commemorate “National Poetry Month” in April, the Lehigh Valley Press presents the 15th annual Student Poetry Project.
Please see the Focus pages on The Press websites for poems in Elementary School, Middle School and High School categories.
My heart beats loud, and slow
Mind spirals, anything I thought could possibly
go wrong plays over, and over, like a broken record player.
The roller coaster begins and my mind begins to
regret her life choices. It slowly intimidates me, with each
foot it climbs up.
With a dramatic, unnecessary pause before my death
sentence, the cart pushes forward, while everyone
screams and waves their hands, I squeeze into a ball, with
the hyperactive butterflies dancing in my stomach
Making me sick.
her eyes shine like diamonds
her nose kind and perked up
smooth skin on her face
as she says ‘’Good Morning!’’
helpful, kind, caring
teacher of all things
loud and carefree
as she packs her bags.
her voice leaves a melancholic ring in your ear
as she closes the door.
Age 14. Grade 8
Trexler Middle School
Allentown School District
The moon shines bright
In the dark of the night.
But when it fades away in the morning
The sky seems pretty boring.
Art is amazing don’t you think?
You can make beautiful pictures
Out of simple things like paint or ink.
And frame it on a wall or refrigerator.
In the daytime the sun is up in the sky
In the night it’s as if the sun exploded into a million pieces.
Age 10, Grade 4
Freemansburg Elementary School
Bethlehem Area School District
I enter a public place and map all the exits out
There is constantly the thought that I might need an escape route
I heard a firework the other day and was sure it was a bomb
I can’t communicate the fear that I felt through a poem or a song
This is the way that we have all gotten used to living
So my apologies, if your jokes regarding violence don’t leave me feeling very forgiving
Our world, it has made me grow weary
What’s the point in fighting? My eyes, they grow teary
Seems that every day there is another tragedy to the list