Kevin Hodgson
"Beneath the Ruins (lives the sun)"...a song I wrote, recorded at home and shared with my students and school community to find hope in the dark times.
Stacey
This is something I wrote at 2am on April 2nd 2020. I couldn’t sleep because for the past couple weeks the only thing I’ve been awake to think about it Covid-19 and how much it has changed the world.
Stacey
Let this not be a time that we lose sight of hope. Let this be a time where we manifest more hope then one person can hold within themselves. Let this be a time we support each other and extend our hope to the friend, neighbor, family member, coworker, stranger that may have lost some of theirs. If we refuel hope in one another this will not bring us to our knees but will remind us who we are. We are one. We are all feeling like we are living a surreal life. Normal isn’t normal. Everyone is feeling the unsureness. But what we have that will get us to the other side of this, is hope. Hope that there will be an end. Hope that there will be a tomorrow better then the day before. Hope that you don’t lose someone close to you. Hope that your family stays healthy. There is always hope and just when you think you don’t have anymore someone will give you some if theirs. It might come in the form of a gift, a hug a smile. It might be seeing a flower coming up. It might come from hearing someone’s laugh or watching something funny on tv or hearing a song. But it will come. No one is without it. Although sometimes it’s hard to feel, see or hold on to...but it is always there. Let this be a time in our lives that no matter who you are or where you are in the world that you give a little hope, see a little hope and feel a little hope. For hope is not exclusive, hope is what we need.
Throughout this page and others, we will be posting haiku submitted to the Montview Neighborhood Listserv
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we are scared
lonely cranky sorry happy to be home with you -Lynn Yanis |
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We sit together distantly
Neighbors around fire Suddenly friends -Lynn Yanis |
Hope Can you hear it?
Daffodil choirs in sunshine
Buds swelling on trees
-Anitta Sawyer
Daffodil choirs in sunshine
Buds swelling on trees
-Anitta Sawyer
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Inside brews worry
Outside springs crocus flower Color approaches -Nora Brown |
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Celandine and chives
don't care about new virus. Robins sing, "It's Spring!". -Dan Bensonoff |
Teagan
...my 15 year old daughter wrote the poem below as an assignment for her English class at Hopkins Academy. The writing prompt was "Write about something(one) that inspires you." I was so incredibly proud of her and wondered if you may want to share her positivity with your audience. These are the words we all need to hear right now...
Submitted with Great Pride,
Stephanie Barry
Family, Friends and First Responders
By: Teagan
Family are there for each other
Friends support each other
First responders care for everyone
Everyone takes care of everyone
Viruses don’t pull us apart
They bring us together
We all take on new challenges together
And create solutions as a result
We all support one another
Everyone goes in together
Everyone gets out together
Teamwork is key
We’re all in this together
Together we’ll take it on
Together we are united
Don Ogden
In place with others
floating along in company with the
smallest of beings (125 nanometers!)
among the most abundant biological
entities on planet Earth and they
do not like us enablers at all,
our War on Nature makes it sick
many of us die and we guess
the viruses die with us as well, or not
those of us who survive may recall
grandparents who sheltered in place
in a similar space infecting others
sisters and brothers, lovers not
intentionally wishing anything more
than recovery and the way forward
hopefully in peace, we are not alone.
floating along in company with the
smallest of beings (125 nanometers!)
among the most abundant biological
entities on planet Earth and they
do not like us enablers at all,
our War on Nature makes it sick
many of us die and we guess
the viruses die with us as well, or not
those of us who survive may recall
grandparents who sheltered in place
in a similar space infecting others
sisters and brothers, lovers not
intentionally wishing anything more
than recovery and the way forward
hopefully in peace, we are not alone.
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snipping of scissors
machines humming, thread spools spin, mask-makers at work -Mac Everett |
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faces half hidden
but friendly hellos abound and the eyes smile -Lola Reid |
Amelia D., Age 11
The Willow
Hanging over the white rushing water
A willow, strong and true
With flowers blooming everywhere
Shining as bright as the sun on water
When the strong wind blows
Stirring the tall grasses
The willow weeps and sobs
Its green leaves fluttering away in its sadness
The flowers stop shining
For there is no sun on water
And the singing birds stop humming
While the heavy rain pours down
But then the sun peeks out
And the willow ceases sobbing
And the sun is shining on water again
Awakening the willow with new strength
When the moon and stars arise
And the sun says goodbye
The willow knows then
That it survived another day
Hanging over the white rushing water
A willow, strong and true
With flowers blooming everywhere
Shining as bright as the sun on water
When the strong wind blows
Stirring the tall grasses
The willow weeps and sobs
Its green leaves fluttering away in its sadness
The flowers stop shining
For there is no sun on water
And the singing birds stop humming
While the heavy rain pours down
But then the sun peeks out
And the willow ceases sobbing
And the sun is shining on water again
Awakening the willow with new strength
When the moon and stars arise
And the sun says goodbye
The willow knows then
That it survived another day