The first poem was by Christopher, aged nine.
Seashells are shining. Seashells are like ocean waves. Seashells beam at night.
The second poem was by Skylar, aged eight.
Parakeets are loud. On Friday, I take them out. They are so pretty.
The third poem was by Gabi, aged nine.
Red as Blood
The fire is red as blood. I watch the flames go up in the air as I taste the sadness of the people whose houses have burnt to the ground. I turn back, but all I hear is the bursting and explosion of flames.
As comedian Shelby Fero, originally tweeted, Gabi “really took it up a notch”.