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One blue chair in the
middle of the world just
waiting for someone to
Sit on it.
In a house that nobody
Lives in
It’s waited and waited
And waited . . .
It was Friday evening. The snow was supposed to start and keep going till the next evening. Sledding. It was the only thing on my mind. The snow made my mom worry about getting stuck while driving. At school, the snow made everyone discuss the sporting events that would be cancelled. But I was only thinking about sledding. Yet, by the time I went to bed, the snow hadn’t started. I was worried.
A gust of wind blew, but not a thing seemed to stir. How odd, I thought to myself, shivering as the gale sent spikes of cold into the depths of my body. As if to spite the fact that I wore three sweaters, every swirling movement of the air seemed determined to make me freeze. But where I was made all the discomfort go away.
In this video, I show films I took on a trip to the Pantanal in Brazil. The video features some of the Pantanal's amazing wildlife. I wanted to create a compilation to remember my trip and educate others about the Pantanal.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NDis3LzpXt8
In this video, I tell some facts about Anna's Hummingbirds. Some facts are very surprising! Hummingbirds are amazing animals, and I hope more people will appreciate them.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wGdbdSFleqs
It was a beautiful fall morning. The sun was out. The sky was clear. A perfect day to go biking. "Did they call you back yet?" I asked my mom. Ever since my two friends and I had biked to a cafe for drinks in the spring, I’d wanted to do it again. It seemed like every Saturday there was something.
It was a beautiful fall morning. The sun was out. The sky was clear. A perfect day to go biking. "Did they call you back yet?" I asked my mom. Ever since my two friends and I had biked to a cafe for drinks in the spring, I’d wanted to do it again. It seemed like every Saturday there was something.
River of feathers Crossing the sky
May not see it ever again
Beating wings
Whoosh up high
May not hear that ever again
A winding brown-blue cloud of Passenger Pigeons covered the sky, wings whirring in a roaring river of sound. Less than 50 years later, the last passenger pigeon fell to the ground, heart still, from her perch four inches above the ground.
By Sabrina Guo, 13
As the world grows more connected – through displaced populations, the internet, and accessible travel – we need to find ways of adapting positively and supportively to these new circumstances. Laura Doggett and her organization, Another Kind of Girl Collective, which promotes the films and photography of Syrian refugee girls living in Jordan, are wonderful examples of th...