By Julian W: 

 

little i

little me

looking up beyond the trees

just a tiny speck in the galaxy

like a brick in a house

feeling tiny as a mouse

circling a ball of gas

what’s my purpose?

what’s my task?

sitting there in the countryside

stuck there to reconcile, 

surrounded by crisp grass and trees

pondering the universe’s mysteries

 

By Finn B: 

little i, little i, 

Why do they make beans refried?

My mother said, “Eat a handful and you may die!”

little i, little i, 

I imagined my little eyes shut closed on my

Death bed where I lay.

little i, little i,

Where do you go when you die? 

I imagine my spirit starting to rise

I see baby Jesus in the sky, 

Angels in heaven run and fly, 

And I think to myself later that night:

Maybe you shouldn’t eat beans refried. 

 

By Carter M: 

 

Perfect the world thought little me

See soon would I as, is it backwards but

Straightforward I used to think life was, 

Though crooked and confusing it ‘twas. 

This realization crashed down 

On my previous beliefs

And ruined my picture perfect motifs.

Little me would soon acknowledge, the very true, 

World knowledge.