We proudly present the first installation of submissions to the Butler Bridge Program’s Pandemic Project. This ongoing project seeks to collect the writings of Indiana students affected by the COVID-19 pandemic. While some pieces may address the pandemic, this is not a prerequisite. Instead, this project celebrates the writing of young people living through unprecedented times, as they choose to celebrate, question, and confront them.<\/p>\n
Submissions are ongoing; if you would like to be included in our next posting and are an Indiana student in grades 3-12, please send your submission, along with name, grade, and city, to egiffin@butler.edu.<\/p>\n
Tears Can Grow When I cried the last time Two Poems Sitting around all day,<\/p>\n We\u2019re going to be here till May.<\/p>\n When the boredom\u2019s begun,<\/p>\n I might go outside for a run.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Missing every birthday,<\/p>\n I might be snacking on Lays<\/p>\n I had 5 Zoom calls yesterday,<\/p>\n E-learning for days and days.<\/p>\n ~*~*~<\/p>\n We went to the store.<\/p>\n Did I want to? never.<\/p>\n I thought it was quite a bore.<\/p>\n It felt like it was forever.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n We got home and I raced inside and I won.<\/p>\n I swear the bags weighed a ton.<\/p>\n The shopping trip wasn’t very much fun.<\/p>\n Greatest Fashionista<\/strong> Kisha was the greatest fashionista. Fashion designer, Kisha was in the ELLE magazine. She lived in LA, California in an apartment. She made an app, after that she got lots of money. Then, Kisha became a fashion designer with the money. Kisha\u2019s dream was to become a fashion designer. When Kisha was 19, someone came to her house. \u201cHello Kisha\u201d said Kisha\u2019s mom, \u201cMOM! Omg hi!\u201d, said Kisha. Kisha\u2019s mom came in, she helped Kisha make dresses, and some jackets. Kisha\u2019s mom left, Kisha got to work. Until, it was night time. Kisha went to bed. In Kisha\u2019s dream, she got accepted to high school prom, then she was the queen of Fashion. Kisha was so happy!<\/p>\n Our Mother<\/strong> It is Mother\u2019s Day,<\/p>\n So, may I just say-<\/p>\n A big thanks to the mom who provides all,<\/p>\n Who starts my day with a chirping wake up call.<\/p>\n She grows gardens full of fresh food to eat,<\/p>\n And when we\u2019re cold, she gives us heat.<\/p>\n She was there for us from the start,<\/p>\n And will always have a special place in my heart.<\/p>\n She forgives us again and again,<\/p>\n When we are so careless, even when the sickness began.<\/p>\n Her many sons and daughters are going extinct,<\/p>\n She tries to grow better but can barely think.<\/p>\n So please, help the best mom we\u2019ll ever 10\/10 rate,<\/p>\n Help Mother Earth before it’s too late.<\/p>\n *<\/p>\n This poem was inspired while picking up trash on Mother\u2019s Day, 2020<\/em><\/p>\n Math Counts<\/strong> One unknown. Cancellations left and right, Months of work, 38 problems that will never be solved, But we aren’t losers. We are winners, Destruction Myth Poem<\/strong> A man, who in which had created the earth of mere paper,<\/p>\n the sun and the luscious grasses too,<\/p>\n now angrily stomped upon the precious pieces holding life<\/p>\n Crushing, destroying, hurting, all people on earth.<\/p>\n The ear bleeding screams ricocheted off the walls as<\/p>\n he tore the terrible peaceful. The delicate life destroyed,<\/p>\n which humans were trying so hard to cling to<\/p>\n No mercy. None. The man ignored the screams<\/p>\n Instead he smiled, his face filled with glee. He was once<\/p>\n red but now the only color that showed<\/p>\n on his face was happiness and relief<\/p>\n The boy turned and fell,<\/p>\n Deep<\/p>\n \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0Deep<\/p>\n Down<\/p>\n W\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 h\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0o\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0o\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 s\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0h<\/p>\n \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0And he was gone<\/p>\n The Little Things Have I Now I celebrate the little things I have to do now, Fractured Reality<\/strong> The world has, and will always be, Escape – a False reality, I can\u2019t escape, I\u2019ve given up *<\/p>\n Inspired by Emily Dickinson’s \u201cI felt a Funeral, in my Brain\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" We proudly present the first installation of submissions to the Butler Bridge Program’s Pandemic Project. 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\nCarissa Fuller, Grade 8
\nCarmel, IN<\/strong><\/p>\n
\nThe tears ran down my rosy cheeks
\nMy nose red and running
\nBut my brain was Running off quicker
\nAs the world around me melted
\nLooking through the water blurred window
\nOf my vivid green eyes
\nThe tears dropped from my face one by one
\nLanding with the slightest splash
\nAt my feet.
\nAnd there was where it grew.
\nThe flower brighter than the sun
\nMore colorful than the rainbows
\nAnd a smile that glowed
\nWith the radiant of hope.
\nThe hope that grew my dreams
\nFilling my house with nice furniture
\nAnd muddy children laughing
\nAs I chased after them
\nBecause you need a little rain to
\nClean the windows.<\/p>\n
\n
\nCallie Shea-Carpenter, Grade 6
\nCarmel, IN<\/strong><\/p>\n
\n
\nLondon Williams, Grade 3<\/strong>
\nIndianapolis, IN<\/strong><\/p>\n
\n
\nValerie Fernhaber, Age 11<\/strong>
\nIndianapolis, IN<\/strong><\/p>\n
\n
\nKevin Hu, Grade 8
\nCarmel, IN<\/strong><\/p>\n
\nDeadly and dangerous,
\nkeeps us on our toes.
\nOne humongous unknown.<\/p>\n
\nno school,
\nno work,
\nno sports.
\nIt doesn’t look bright.
\nBut for me,
\nno MATHCOUNTS.<\/p>\n
\nyears of hopes,
\ndreams and wishes,
\ntorn apart.<\/p>\n
\ntheir answer blanks left unfilled,
\nhundreds of dreams left unfulfilled.
\nNo winner but hundreds of losers.<\/p>\n
\nWe are winners,
\nvictims of nature,
\nbut victors of effort,
\nof determination,
\nof hope.<\/p>\n
\nwho never got to win,
\nbut who all won,
\ntogether.<\/p>\n
\n
\nNavnoor Mutti, Grade 9<\/strong>
\nIN<\/strong><\/p>\n
\n
\nCarmel, IN<\/strong><\/div>\nC<\/b>OVID-19<\/h5>\n
O<\/b>utbreak around the world<\/h5>\n
R<\/b>espiratory system is what it attacks<\/h5>\n
O<\/b>h, please! Remember to wash your hands<\/h5>\n
N<\/b>ot passing them around<\/h5>\n
A<\/b>nd making others sick<\/h5>\n
V<\/b>iruses are bad for your body<\/h5>\n
I<\/b>nconsistent social distancing just doesn’t work<\/h5>\n
R<\/b>agging inside, our immune system is working hard<\/h5>\n
U<\/b>rging and squirming to protect you<\/h5>\n
S<\/b>o remember to practice good hygiene<\/h5>\n
\n
\nAmanda Firestone<\/strong><\/p>\n
\n<\/span>The smell of freshly baked cookies
\nThe fun in making something new
\n<\/span>Who knew it would bring such joy?
\n<\/span>Binge watching shows on Netflix and Hulu
\n<\/span>While eating fritos and ice cream
\n<\/span>And sipping coke without care
\n<\/span>What a delight, who would have guessed?
\n<\/span>Waking up and enjoying my morning
\n<\/span>Eating pizza almost every meal
\n<\/span>Being able to nap as much as I please
\n<\/span>Watching the sunset in the evening,
\n<\/span>Staying in my clothes since last Friday
\n<\/span>Though this may seem bad, we must look for tiny things to enjoy
\n<\/span>So that way we can appreciate the time we have<\/span><\/p>\n
\n
\nMikaela Stewart, Grade 9<\/strong>
\nIndianapolis, IN<\/strong><\/p>\n
\nSome Sad, Cruel reality,
\nAn endless Cycle,
\nWith No escape<\/p>\n
\nEscape is Impossible to achieve,
\nFew escape if any-
\nPut an End to this Vicious cycle<\/p>\n
\nThe people in this world are cruel
\nI feel a lingering of Death and Doubt
\nAnd then I see the Light of Day once more-<\/p>\n