My father was born where the insurmountable skyline assaults the sky.
My mother was born in the wagons of the desert.
I was made with two rhythms and one tune to create a symphony of imagination.
My child will make her own world.
I am the moonlit laughter tinkling through the air like bells.
By Athen, 8th grade
Click the media player above to listen to the poem read on KPFT 90.1 by Tori, WITS Youth Advisory Council Student. The background music is “Desert Flower” by Doc. ccmixter.org. Produced by Susan Phillips.
Poem a Day is made possible in part by H-E-B Tournament of Champions, Copy.com, The City of Houston through the Houston Arts Alliance, Texas Commission on the Arts, and KPFT 90.1.