My Umbrella of Hair
by Mary Fe Andes, II-Molave
Whenever it rains and I go outside
My crowing glory tastes the raindrops that slide
The drops flow on each strand
Making me shiver, making me glad
I don't need an umbrella -- my hair is my shield.
But when the sun smiles radiantly
My hair becomes dry and uneasy
This time I put conditioner generously
It suddenly turns beautiful and healthy
My hair protects me from the weather
much better than my umbrella, whatever.
The Show
by Allyana Marri Buiza, II-Molave
The curtains twirled
as the wind hurled.
They swayed side to side
as the wind tried to hide.
The crowd went wilder and wilder
as the wind howled louder and louder.
With a slight mistake, the curtain fell on the floor;
the wind picked it up and tried once more.
The Wind Chime
by Angelica Naz, II-Molave
The downcast cheer of the wind chime music
The somber weather with clouds so thick
Whispers from each copper tube a tone
The melancholic sigh the wind has blown
Desperate loneliness whenever each rod tinkles
Feelings hurt as glass is brickle
These sad chimes that made me smile --
They comforted me for a while.
Eruption
by Flor John Ebuenga, II-Molave
The volcano stands, towering high
as though trying to reach the sky.
Lava spills out, a great big eruption
leaving behind a trail of destruction.
Some people take shelter, others run fast
but none can escape, neither speed nor gust.
After a while, the volcano comes to rest
Success smiles at the test.
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