Spooky scary spiders,

Creeping on the floor.

Those eight eyes that eyed her,

Shook her to the core.

If there is one thing she hates,

One thing that she does not like,

It's those skinny furry legs, eight,

And those painful fangs, yikes!

She is scared of spiders,

Whenever she sees one she screams.

If it takes just a step closer,

It follows her into her dreams.

Yet in her dream, she doesn't scream,

She fights as a brave knight;

She cartwheels on the balance beam,

And gives the spider quite a fright.

Spooky scary spiders

Creeping on the floor.

Those eight eyes that eyed her,

Frightened her no more.

JOURNALIST- Jean .W.P. Granger

"Where Magic resides"

Magic is all around waiting,

For it to be found.

A secret it will be,

Until you choose to see.

Magic resides in the midnight breeze,

When the moon shines upon

The sleeping trees and glistening seas.

In the corner of dark libraries, at forgotten hours ;

Inscribed in secret, inked by stars as a secret in disguise

The magic resides.

Magic resides in every scar,

Echoed by battles fought from near and far.

Each mark is a testament to resilience,

A map of a journey, of both agony and brilliance.

Magic hides in the depths of hearts,

Guarded by our dreams, people discard them.

Seek it inside the mundane things of life,

That is where the secret lies.

Magic is made like the same thing as me-

Love, hope and pretty lies.

Let the magic sink in as your thoughts fly.

Magic becomes art when,

It has nothing to hide.

That is where my friend,

True magic lies.

Seek it in everything that passes by …

JOURNALIST-Khushi Riddle

New Beginnings

Like flowers that Spring up,

we all need time to grow

From fighting for survival,

in the late Winter snow

We reach towards the sun,

grappling to let past traumas go

The beauty of each scarred petal,

displayed with confidence

a reminder of every Fall.

JOURNALIST-Lola Estrella

The air is filled with heat and love

Your dreams are as high as the sky above

Even the loudest drummer

Can't beat the swelter of summer

Children are playing and having fun,

Under the glistening, hot Sun

They come running home, bathed in mud

And throw their shoes off with a thud

On the table are waiting salad and fruits,

But only ice cream would lift the children's moods

Relishing milkshakes give moustaches to happy faces

The world is dressed in light cottons and laces

Come out and enjoy while you can,

Because it all began

With a sky full of hope

Summer is back, this is no joke

JOURNALIST - Kyra.

EDITOR-Hiya Debnath