MALT+Shoppe

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=Mardi Gras Eve= By: Caroline K.

I met her one Mardi Gras Eve, I don't know who she was, But I think she knew me. With scarlet lips, emerald eyes, And a mask of indigo wings. A slow hand touch as I went by, On that beautiful Mardi Gras Eve.

It was a sight, Her face alight, On that festive Mardi Gras Eve. Through the colors and the lights, She was all I saw that night, A night, in a city, where anything can happen, On that glorious Mardi Gras Eve.

=He Was Young= By: Caroline K.

He was young, Not much older than I, Standing in the front line, Head held high with pride. But his hands shook with fear, For to his family, he was dear. A mother and a father, He would readily die for. He was young, Not much older than I, So youthful, yet, So ready to die. As he marched by, I saw two parents cry. They knew he was not coming back, From the bloody barracks. He was young, Not much older than I.

="Sharing a Piece of Yourself”= By: Alexei M.

On the 23rd of November, we share a meal, while we gather, talk and thrill. We share our thoughts, we share ourselves. We come together to share our ideals. We unite as one to become closer. The world forgets the fights, and gathers to See the balloons that march down every November. A simple meal, an ordinary day to reflect upon in a special way.

“Chicago”
By: Alexei M.

My city shines at night, is cold and windy, but what a sight. My home for five years, it was my own noisy place. Traditions made, stores shopped, busy people, crowded sidewalks. It was mine, and mine alone, until one day, when that all changed. The truck came by, packed our goods, There was nothing left of my city in lights, but a new life started, and I sit here now, reflecting upon where I was and where I am now