Wrapped up tight in it's silken blanket Awaiting the moment, when it can fly free.

For the moment When a beautiful butterfly emerges, Waiting in the ugly darkness Was worth it at last: These are your dreams.

Like an apple Hard, juicy, delicious Sitting out of sight Longing for the moment A diligent soul Is not afraid to get a ladder To climb to the highest rung His mind is not clouded With the other man's thoughts His fear of failure, of falling Like a wall Blocks his feet from climbing upwards Upwards, upwards, till he reaches the top And the juicy apple at hand Patience, perseverance, diligence Surmounts to tremendous blessing in the end: These are your dreams.

By Judy Brangman Age: 16 Berkeley Institute THIS IS WHAT I LIKE This is what I like I like the purple grapes. I like the yellow sun. I like the blue vase. I like the cat. I like the red pig.

By Sakina Ible Age: 5 Victor Scott School EDUCATION MONTH ED