Poetry from the peaks .AL-ARIZ by Krystle Nicolas, Grade. 10 .SNOW by ???, Grade. 11 .WHO AM I? by Elyse Nicolas, Grade. 10 .WHO OWNS ME? by Krystle Nicolas, Grade. 10 Other Poems .Put off your guns by Yura Petrovythev, Age 14 Ukraine, Kiev, lytseum _ 208 .This is Our World by Sasha, student gymnesium N2 Chernivtsi, Ukraine .The Mountain by Max Arno, YouthCaN NYC .Hiking the trail by Zack Arno, YouthCaN NYC .Why, Why are you killing the world??? - by Abdallah Hamzeh School: L.A.S.
			AL-ARIZ The beautiful mountain just staring at the sky, The beautiful sun just shining in your eye, The beautiful children playing in the snow, But, most of all, the beautiful skiers skiing in a row!							Araya Hike, By Eliane Metni
			SNOW The ice is cold,                                   And has no smell, It's white in winter, And has its own story to tell, But in the summer, it's gone away, But still retains its vitality in some way!							THIS IS OUR WORLD This is our world. We live in it: Blue sky and bright sun, Green grass, Wonderful flowers, Crystal water in rivers, Huge mountains with snowy tops, Big and small towns, Villages, People of different races and nationalities, My family, my friends, And me: This is our home-Earth. I want it to be happy! Peace to children! Peace to our planet! Best wishes
			WHO AM I? I feel the roughness of the boards on my back, I hear the happiness all around me, I just keep thinking that it is such a pity that I will be gone in the summer, Many people will also be gone since they come to see me, Still others will stay, For I am the snow that will return some day!							WHY,WHY ARE YOU KILLING THE WORLD??? Hey the world outside with no name..... People are killing you.... People are messing you around... People are destroying your beauty by cutting trees.... Polluting you by building up factories.... Blowing up your greatest mountains.... WhY?!? WhY?!? WhY?!? Why are you doing this to the great nature??????? This is the question?????? Nature is a gift from "GOD" : So work with us to protect this gift! NAME: Abdallah Hamzeh SCHOOL: L.A.S GRADE: GRADE 8
			WHO OWNS ME? Bright sun rays shine generously over the mountain peak, As the shimmering snow reflects its magnificent cedar trees, The peaks us no words and yet they speak, Sharing and inviting, but through it all they remain free; Majestic peaks outline the endless sky, Allowing us the freedom to use and climb, But never truly conquered, no matter how you try, For they are their own master and slave, 'till the end of time!							"Swan Lake," By Yuriy Vasiliu                           Chernivksi, Ukraine
			PUT OFF YOUR GUNS "Do we have a spare planet?" - That's the question of the world. Do you want to have a planet Or destroy it in a war? Do you like to look at animals? Do you like to go to forests? We should take care about our planet Because for us it is the best! Forgive your enemies, Put off your guns. You should understand That should leave even bugs! Please, help this planet with ecology, Because it will die from our technology!							"Bear Bridge" By Jim Van Tassell
			Hiking the trail Sweat pouring down from your skin Furious winds blowing at your face Causing the sweat to chill your outside On the inside Muscles are still pumping And blood is still bubbling Your legs become hot and fiery gasping for air Your throat is hot and parched When you breathe in the cold air Cuts your throat like a hot knife in butter. With every breath a cloud of Hot smoke is left Hot like a dragon’s fire The life of your legs drains out with every step you take Your feet, once numb from the cold, heat up slowly As you keep hiking the trail. 12/16/01			The Mountain King of nature, You stand in eternity, unmoving surrounded by your palace watching the tragic self destruction of the human race from a distance. Watching them send billowing clouds of poison into the air they breathe, it is as if they are calling for death. Even I can see this as I stand with you looking out over your palace to the desecrated kingdom that used to belong to you. I wonder what it used to look like when you were younger, your plush green kingdom extending to no limits without the jagged metallic Grey plague Infiltrating your domain. I often wonder how I feel to you knowing that I am one of them, one of the only creatures on earth Who have brought murder and mayhem upon their very Creator and sole keeper of life. I leave a trail of icy sweat, poisoned by the laziness of mankind. I struggle to reach your top as the toxins drip from my body and seep in through your skin to be purified in your belly, washing over countless hidden treasures too powerful for humans. As I stand at your summit I can feel the harness of energy shooting from your core I am engulfed in a moment of crystal clear peace. 12/16/01 Harriman State Park