Karen - Marlborough High School - Los Angeles
Where is peace?
Peace is in the yellow and red
Leaves that fall in autumn
In the children who run
Wildly flailing their soft pale arms
And jump around while throwing
The leaves at one another's rosy cheeks.
Peace is in the hearts of the skating pair
On the pond during winter
In and out, in and out
As their hearts dance to the rhythm
Of each blade gliding over the smooth ice
His arm draped over her heavy black fleece.
Peace is in the wrinkly old hands
Shaking as they struggle to support a book,
Her grandson's favorite book,
While he stares at the vibrantly colored pictures
She speaks in a slightly broken drone
He hangs on every word
The fire cackles and pops behind them.