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This is a special electronic edition of Whole Notes, featuring writings and poems by young people. Here is a collection of insight, humor, wonder, and confidencepoems and ideas from children and young adultsthe mind at play. The Editor of Whole Notes, Nancy Peters Hastings, extends a special thanks to the National Endowment for the Arts for funding in part the Artist-in-the-Schools / Communities Program, in which many of these pieces were written. Also thanks to the many teachers, administrators, and students who help to make a creative writing workshop possible. Your support is appreciated.


Table of Contents
Whole Notes: Writings by Young People

Table of Contents

• The Deep Rainbow	• The Solitary Barn

 →The Old Tree	• Hawk

 →Gazing Into the Night	• Nature

• Hands	 →Secrets

• Lobster	 →Bluebird

• If Words were Real	• Empty Place

• Dylan, Turkey	• On the Other Side of the Window

• Dreams	 →Peace

• The Gateway to Death	• Magic

 →Purr	 →So this is Wrigley Field

 →A Calm Sea	• Paintings are Voices

• Within	• Music Everywhere

 →My Recipe for a	• Hands

     50 Pound Catfish

• The Cat

• Growing up

 →The Sky is Changing

     Like the Sea


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The Deep Rainbow, The Old Tree, Gazing Into the Night
The Deep Rainbow

As it glows and glistens

the colors are like my life

lasting only a short while

   this deep rainbow

   reveals my world

           Jessica Contreras

grade 6

Brooklyn, New York

The Old Tree

That lonely old tree

bent all the way down to the ground

sometimes I know how it feels

 Inez Dawson

grade 6

Brooklyn, New York

Gazing Into the Night

As I gaze into the night

seeing countless stars

so bright and deep

my empty self

is filled with joy.

           Christle Edwards

grade 6

Brooklyn, New York


Hands

Always moving and changing

the course of my life

harsh and heavy

the fathers hands

filled with drink

they hurt and warm

filled with love

they stroke and caress.

smooth and lovely

the mother's hands

protected from harm

soothing the hurts

with love

seeing and knowing

your loves hands

caressing with love

and feeling the hurt

for and with you

shielding and calling

God's hands

protecting from evil

and guiding toward

heaven.

           Dana Schultz

grade 8

Seward St. John, Nebraska


Lobster

By the time I saw him, his goose was cooked,

I knew by the way he looked.

His mighty claw was trussed and bound,

His snapping eyes were glazed and round.

That fateful bait in a wooden cage,

Had doomed him to butter sauce with sage.

The heartless cook just threw him in,

Though Mr. Lobster was free from sin.

He passed away in the boiling pot,

My uncle likes his taste a lot.

 Christine Evens

grade 8

Glendale, Wisconsin


If Words Were Real

If words were real, every time

I would open a book

I would be swept away into a

magical kingdom;

I could have tea with Alice

or help slay the Jabberwock;

I could fly to Never-Never Land

and fight pirates beside Peter Pan.

(Pete and I are much the same, you know,

neither of us will grow up.)

If words were real, every time

you read a beautiful poem

you could run through that field of flowers

or watch that sunset;

or watch the highwayman be shot down,

returning for his true love.

If words were real,

I'd pay Tom Sawyer and Huck Finn a visit.

I'd bring Peter Pan along.

My, what a party that would be.

 Brian Boye

grade 11

               Gresham, Nebraska


Dylan, Turkey

Riding in a native boat

Riotous reeds shove with the wind

River plants create chaotic mazes

The land has been raised like a tent

Olive trees strain to keep their grip

An elegant palace placed in a crag

Coronation columns dangle from the roof of a lycian

tomb

The façade remains

Dead Kings fade

Stone beds unoccupied

The helicopter pop of the small boat stops

I am looking for the people I will not find

Listen to the music closely

It won't play long

           Seth Camillo

grade 10

Iowa City, Iowa


Dreams

The wind dreams of someday resting

Though it knows that someday is far, far away.

The mountains dream of never being tamed

By those who take their beauty for granted.

The morning dreams of becoming the day

To bring to all the light of time that never ceases.

The evening dreams of becoming the night

To bring mystery and quiet to the world.

The stream on the mountain dreams of never being spoiled

And taking away the purity of nature.

The trees on the mountain dream of living long lives,

Of watching over the hills and valleys

The valleys dream of staying beautiful

To compliment the height of the hills:

Nature dreams of providing awe

To those who have eyes to appreciate it.

 Angie Heiden

grade 12

York, Nebraska


The Gateway to Death, Purr, A Calm Sea
The Gateway to Death

The Gateway to Death

is Boredom and Anger.

Life can be

like a big shiny dagger

ready to slice you away.

           Ishmael Torres

grade 6

Brooklyn, New York

Purr

A cat's purr never ends.

A friend's love never ends.

 Amanda James

age 5

Charlotte, North Carolina

A Calm Sea

how gentle

could

a person

ever be,

if you don't

know, go

down to that

soft calm

sea

           Rafael Duran

grade 6

Brooklyn, New York


Within, My Recipe for a 50 Pound Catfish
Within

Look inside a person

And see what you can find.

Your open his outer shell and

There's another one inside.

Inside that shell there is another,

and inside that one a fourth,

Inside that shell there is no other,

Revealing one's true self.

                Kristie Lund

               grade 8

                         Omaha, Nebraska

My Recipe for a 50 Pound Catfish

1 can of stinkbait

1 hook

1 weight

1 fishing pole & reel

1 swivel

1 lifetime of patience

 Eric White

grade 7

Beaver Crossing, Nebraska


The Cat

I am the King of Affection.

Everybody loves me.

I rub against them and give

them free hugs.

As my foot extends toward plump

fingers I am filled with thoughts of love.

I am also the King of Curiosity.

They say curiosity kills the cat,

but I am not dead.

I am well alive, anxious and ambitious.

As my body fits the curve of a human's

I ask for love back.

I speak to them with my eyes,

purrs, and body.

They understand and give me

a rub on the tummy, behind my

ears, or under my chin.

I am the King of Affection and Curiosity.

 Michelle Bridges

grade 9

Seward St. John, Nebraska


Growing Up, The Sky is Changing Like the Sea,
Growing Up

Blooming flowers

Tangle their stems

Entwining them all together

Just as we blossom

Into adulthood

Binding our hearts

With our shared faith

Heritage and experiences

 Kelly Jean Harrington

grade 11

Saginaw, Michigan

The Sky is Changing Like the Sea

The Sky is changing like the sea.

    It rages during a storm

And then it's at peace with all below.

And though a bird may fly alone,

   A feeling of serenity permeates the air.

He interrupts the still solitude

   To replace it with his magnificence,

Only along the sea.

           Alyssa Wood

grade 10

Canton, New York


The Solitary Barn

It stands there,

tall and majestic,

leaning to one side.

The solitary barn,

forgotten.

There used to be a house here,

with a family full of joy and love,

But a tornado took the house and one of the children;

so they left,

to hide from the pain and memories.

The children loved the barn;

it was their friend.

They had no money to buy toys,

so the barn was their kingdom,

their one escape from reality.

This barn has so much sorrow;

it has also seen its share of happiness.

If it could talk, Oh!

The stories it could tell!

But it can't,

and won't.

Tomorrow, they will tear it down.

           Brian Boye

grade 11

Gresham, Nebraska


Hawk

In a clearing, where the sky is blue

Runs a small, furry brown shrew.

Small, but larger than a thimble,

Small, and very, very nimble.

Upon the clearing, below the blue

Runs the small, furry brown shrew.

Nimble shrew,

Below the blue.

Above the clearing where the sky is blue,

Looking for a small, furry brown shrew,

Soars a great big, red-tailed hawk.

He sees the shrew upon a rock,

Starts to dive from up in the blue,

And almost catches the furry brown shrew.

From up in the blue,

Almost gets the shrew.

In a second the shrew is off the rock,

And three feet behind him is the hawk.

The hawk chases him towards the river.

There is a boy with bow and quiver.

The hawk charges, full speed ahead,

and strikes him on his upper forehead.

Charges full speed ahead,

Strikes his upper forehead.

Meanwhile the shrew is running,

And after him the hawk's still coming.

The forest is getting thicker still,

And the hawk's wondering if he's going to kill

The nimble brown shrew,

from below the blue.

Nimble shrew,

Below the blue.

The hawk thinks of a good trick,

And turns around and flies back quick

To the clearing where the sky is blue,

And waits for the small, brown shrew.

Out of the forest the shrew comes running,

And after him another shrew is coming.

The shrew comes running;

Another shrew is coming.

They go strait to the rock,

And don't even look for the hawk.

Starts to dive from up in the blue,

And catches the small brown shrew.

Now the hawk's feeding greedily

Then he flies away happily.

From up in the blue,

gets the two.

 Ben Frede

grade 4

Lincoln, Nebraska


Nature, Secrets, Bluebird
Nature

How I love the majestic sun

And the magic of its light.

How I love the feminine moon,

The moon that glows at night.

And as I ponder the magnificent sea

The rippling waves, they call to me.

And though the years have come and gone

Nature still sings its flowing song.

 Marisa Mandabach

age 10

Santa Monica, California

Secrets

The secret of love is to give and you shall receive.

The secret of friendship is to give more than you take.

           Christine Mueri

grade 7

Seward St. John, Nebraska

Bluebird

There's a bluebird

sitting in the tree.

There's a bluebird

fluttering its wings.

There's a bluebird

singing, come fly with me,

come fly, come fly

    with me!

 Hamilton Young Ward

age 7, grade 2

Birmingham, Alabama


Empty Place

Summer speaks in breezes

and the night blows free

and wild,

and everywhere our footsteps walk,

we face the darkness like a child.

Knowledge falls into our grasp,

like it did when we were young.

And as we see the way we are,

we realize what we've done.

Nothing; Silence,

will ever cure

our steady darkened glance

for all we know is helplessness

as we fall into its trance.

And if we walked

away from there,

the cold and empty place,

my heart would cry out for Silence,

but it's you that I'd embrace.

 Kristine Ayers

freshman

University of Nebraska-Kearney


On the Other Side of the Window, Peace
On the Other Side of the Window

On the other side of the window

an old lady sits quietly knitting a sweater.

She wipes a tear from her cheek.

I wonder why.

She looks across the hall.

A picture hangs of her and her husband

on their wedding day.

He must be dead said a gloomy voice

in my mind.

The old lady who bakes a batch of cookies

for me has been depressed for so long.

That day I left her alone.

I told my mother later what I saw

on the other side of the window.

 Jasmine Castro

grade 6

Brooklyn, New York

Peace

Peace is a cool breeze,

A gentle wave,

A piece of smooth silk,

A unity of being together.

 Lynne M. O'Hara

     grade 7

     Blue Bell, Pennsylvania


Magic, So This is Wrigley Field
      Magic

I will make magic

Whether through words or action

I will make all nations equal

I will make the world peaceful with no conflicts

I will make rain so that all could have food

I will make the Chicago Cubs win every World Series

But there is no way I could make this magic.

God can make this magic and if it is his will

He will make it.

So This is Wrigley Field

As you sit alone at the ballpark,

you imagine the crowd cheering

the home team on to victory, your

favorite player making a spectacular

catch, saving the game, the smell

of hotdogs & popcorn throughout

the stadium.

So this is Wrigley Field, home of

the Cubs. A Tuesday afternoon,

April. Listening to the game, like

a boy or girl waiting for a present.

The rush that overcomes you when

they hit a home run. Finally you

leave, but you hear: You're Here!

 Bradley J. Long

 Grade 8

                    Seward St. John, Nebraska


Paintings Are Voices

Paintings are voices

That are hidden inside

A musical valley

Where all the notes glide.

Whoosh! Through the air

A magical notion

That touches the heart

In a feathery motion.

Paintings are tunes

Of imagination

Sung by artists

With inspiration.

Paintings are poems

That brighten the air

With endless verses

And lines so fair.

 Kenneth Sack

grade 6

Roselle Park, New Jersey


Music Everywhere

Music, music everywhere,

Is it in the air?

If it isn't, that's not fair.

Is music in a hare?

Can we keep music

In our pocket?

I have a locket.

I'll keep it there.

 Victoria Dwight

     age 7

     Pickering, Ontario

     Canada


Hands

My hands, working on homework,

petting my cat, B.C.,

fingers running up and down the clarinet

while practising scales.

Busy hands, but not tired.

Hands ready to take on another task.

My father's hands, tired from work

using them all day to check people's teeth.

Tired, but always willing to play catch

with my brother, or take my dog for a walk.

Clean hands, large hands, strong hands, fatherly hands.

My mother's hands, small hands

cleaning the house and cleaning

people's teeth as a dental hygienist.

Hands used for playing games and

hands that are nice to hold when I'm sad or scared.

Hands tell a story, show character, show love.

Shaking hands with others tell of their lives.

 Jill Kruse

     grade 9

     Seward St. John, Nebraska


Original drawing by

Angie Heiden, a senior at

Centennial High School,

Utica, Nebraska


 Allen Vaughn

       Las Cruces, New Mexico


Charlotte Hardin

      age 9

      Magnolia, Texas