By David Kim
Santiago
I hop off the bus, Hailed a hero for bringing my Nintendo DS The Autumn wind The smell of the mountain snow The pastel orange sky shimmers I face the buildings, The mountain peaks still shimmer behind A long march ensues The sidewalk trickles people Construction workers, helmets covered with stickers red, white, and blue Businessmen, wearing penguin-like suits College students, consuming coffee and treats The stray dogs casually walk past They limp toward one another The traffic manager, with his orange vest, acts as a cone Cars and busses swerve around his small circle I follow the cracking cement of the sidewalk Knowing that it would lead to my apartment A grey dog, sprinkled with brown and black patches, limps I stare at the dog’s pitiful journey I watch the mighty metallic bus zoom away The dog flies, Its limbs flail in the air I look with horror The sidewalk specked with hot velvety blood The walk continues I forget the flying dog I forget the cracked cement I walk till my eyes rest on my oblivious mother, Waiting to take me in
The Morning
As I gaze upon the pond, Their movement so fluid, They never falter through the sun and rain In the days of scorching heat or bitter cold, They continue With their resilience on display Even in my darkest days My dreadful minutes I gaze at the collected minds of these graceful creatures They calmly stare into my 6 am silhouette Reminding me that I must not falter even through my worst obstacles That I must persevere through the ice cold of my many hurdles. I let go of the wooden railings of the pond They guide me with their smooth movements I march to the path of my future, Not my demise A day will be bitterly cold A day will be scorchingly hot But no day would be complete without me fighting through
Morning Ducks
As I gaze upon the pond, Their movement so fluid, The ducks never falter through the sun and rain In the days of scorching heat or bitter cold, The ducks continue With their resilience on display Even in my darkest days My dreadful minutes I gaze at the collected minds of the graceful birds The ducks calmly stare into my 6 am silhouette Reminding me that I must not falter even through my worst obstacles That I must persevere through the ice cold of my many hurdles. I let go of the wooden railings of the pond The ducks guide me with their smooth movements I march to the path of my future, Not my demise A day will be bitterly cold A day will be scorchingly hot But no day would be complete without me fighting through
David Kim is a high school student at Seoul International School in South Korea who has a passion for writing. He is currently working hard to build his portfolio for university applications. When he is not writing, David can be found listening to music, playing video games, or exploring new places in the city. He is excited to see where his writing journey takes him and hopes to share his work with others through your publication. Thank you for considering him!
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