Fearless Catholic Writing Camp 2019 Student Anthology - Group 4

 

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Andres, age 9

The Children’s Garden

In my garden I feel glad.
I see trees, birds, dirt, flower, a fence and grass.
I hear birds chirping,
and I hear the wind.
I smell the beautiful flowers.
I imagine this garden is a new Eden.

The Prayer of the Cockroach

Oh, Lord of all things buggy,
Gift me some food,
Give me a home,
Make people extinct,
And keep me safe from shoes.

For all, I humbly pray. 


Alfredo, age 10

Children’s Garden

When I walk in the children’s garden
I lie on the fluffy grass
and hear God talking to me,
saying He loves me and cares for me.
It feels like I’m on a cloud.
I see birds and Mother Nature:
All God’s Creation.
I see plants and trees.
It feels like being in Heaven.
I wish Jesus was here with me.

The blind men and the puppy

The first blind man touched the puppy’s tail. He said it felt like a wiggly asp. The second one touched the puppy’s soft head. He said it felt like a furry rock. The third blind man touched its tongue. He said it felt like slime.

God touched the puppy, and it became Holy.

Prayer of the Puppy

Oh, Lord of all things furry,
Gift me some good dog food,
Wash me with soap and water,
Make kittens extinct,
And keep me safe from dog catchers.

For all this, I humbly pray.


Connor, age 10

The Chapel at St. Thomas

The stone curtain reminds me of peering into the house of God. It makes me feel good to know someone is searching for God. It tells me that God’s world is just behind a curtain.

The golden dome makes me think of a source of protection. It makes me feel at peace to know I can pray while the Devil is blocked off by a golden dome. It tells me that God’s world is protected by people with golden hearts.

The names on the floor reminds me how many people have died for God. It makes me feel sad that some people kill to spread their false gods. It tells me that God’s world is a place of peace.

The black and white colors of the chapel make me think that the world used to be black and white. It makes me feel amazed that God could make black and white into colors. It tells me that God’s world is filled with colors.

Prayer of the Panda

Oh, Lord of all things cute,
May I have bamboo of many different tastes?
Protect me against traps,
And let me continue protecting other species.

For this, I humbly pray.


Sebastian, age 11

The Chapel of St. Basil (a meditation)

Giant dome on top of the church, you remind me of Jesus when the dome shines bright in the hot sun. You make me feel spiritual. You tell me God never gave up on us.

Spotlight in front of the church, you remind me of making a beautiful night like when you go in the church. You make me feel in the mood to worship. You tell me God is creative.

Prayer Garden, you remind me of nature and meditation. You make me feel peaceful, without any dangerous people or things. You tell me God calls us to pray.

Bells, you remind me how sound can talk to people, you tell us something is happening. You warn me that something important is about to start. You remind me I need to be at God’s home.

Tiled floors, you remind me that this is not the 1760s. You make me feel comfortable. You tell me God needs me to help fix floors.

Chapel, you are beautiful. What you hold inside must be kindness. You are God’s home.

Prayer of the Pig

Oh, Lord of all things oinky,
Give me some dirty leaves,
Wash me with muddy water,
Make hunters all extinct,
And keep me from becoming bacon.

For all this, I, pig, do pray.


Kenneth, age 10

Prayer of the Puppy

Oh, Lord of all things fluffy,
Gift me some tenderized meat,
Wash me with purified water,
Make cats extinct,
And keep me safe from vets.

For all this, I humbly pray.

My Children’s Garden

When I walk through the children’s garden,
I see nature all around me.
I hear birds singing and bees humming.
I smell flowers blooming.
I touch the fresh soil.
I taste the warm air on my tongue.
I imagine God all around me.
I feel peace
And I know that God is good.

(After Emily Dickinson’s “No frigate like a book”)

There is no food like education
To fill an empty mind.
There is no waiter like a teacher
To fill your head with rhymes.
There is no manager like a principal
To fill your day with time.
There is no chef like a lunch lady
To fill your tummy with grime.
(She also, for some reason,
Filled her mac and beef with slime.)

There is no break like recess
To fill your body with exercise.
There is no menu like a textbook
To help you practice mime.
And there is no playground like a gym
To find a random dime.


Jacob, age 10

Sounds of Nature

When I walk I think of things:
Mockingbirds on silver wings,
The songs of the humming bees,
The squirrels scampering up the trees
The howling of the wild dog
The ants marching up a log
The snake slithering down the road
The croaking of the yellow toad
The mole digging underground
The baying of the hunting hound
The caution of the wild deer
The sense of the proud meer
e swimming of the mighty whale
The slowness of the snail
The stealthiness of the hunting cat
The scampering of the grimy rat
The slyness of the thieving fox
The strength of the lumbering ox
The roar of the mighty lion
All praising Jesus the King of Zion.

(After Emily Dickinson’s “No Frigate like a Book”)

There is no food like education
To fill an empty mind.
There is no waiter like a teacher
To fill your head with rhymes.
There is no pasta like math
No chef like a principal,
There is no pizza like spelling
And here I close my poem. 


Agustin, age 10

The Magic Bears vs. the Wolves

“Where are you going without your wings?” his mother asked.
He answered, “The river.”
He was a magic bear who could fly with magic wings. His father had died in a war against the evil wolves. The war was finally in the bears’ favor, but they couldn’t capture the city of Wolfland.
Now, back to the story. On his way back to the river, the bear was intercepted by a band of wolves. “Uh oh,” he thought. He fought but was captured and imprisoned.
Meanwhile, many more roaming bands of wolves were taking territories back.
“It’s an emergency," said President Bear.
But how should we stop them? They captured too much land!” said Duke Grizzly.
Meanwhile, the bear who was captured sent a letter to the other bears saying to defend the castle tonight. And he told the wolves that he would help them defeat the bears in exchange for freedom. They agreed, so he told them to attack the castle tonight.
That night the winged bears easily defeated most of the wolves.
The next day, the bears easily defeated the rest of the wolves. And the captured bear escaped thanks to the deal.
The bear went home, and his mother asked, “So why did you leave your wings behind?”
He replied, “Uh, um… I don’t need them anymore.”
But then the president disappeared!
“This must be the wolves next attempt to conquer us!” said Duke Grizzly.

Me –In the Children’s Garden

When I walk in the children’s garden, I see flowers and plants. I hear birds singing. I smell flowers. I touch the trees to climb them. I taste ice-cream and dream that I am at the bottom of the ocean. My grandfather appears and gives me Vienna Sausages and my old bow. But then a big fish takes the bow and the waters darken. I fight the fish but can’t beat it. So, I sneak off and beat him with a surprise attack. I reclaim the bow and wake up then almost fall out of the tree.


Rene, age 9

Prayer of the Tiger

Oh, Lord of all things hungry,
Grant me tender deer,
Let me swim in warm water,
Make lions extinct.
Gift me this, I pray.

The Children’s Garden

When I walk in the children’s garden, I see birds, and hear them singing. And when I hear them sing, I lie down and rest. When I rest, I think of the day, and that makes me fall asleep. Sometimes I dream that I am at the bottom of the ocean. When I wake up, I feel peaceful and I am not wet, and I hear my brother speak.

The Chapel of St. Basil—A meditation

The Chapel of St. Basil is like a castle wall. It makes me feel safe. It shows me God is all powerful. The rock and tiles on the floor of the chapel reminds me we are dust. This makes me feel humble. It tells me I am God’s creation. The tiny cracks remind me that even the strongest have to go to God. The art, like chains reminds me of sand. It makes me feel happy that God’s world is hard. It makes me feel humble. We are God’s painting.