Poezii, de Cleopatra Albu, clasa a VII-a A
THE VICTORIAN FIELD In dedication to my English teacher, Mirona Campean By: Cleopatra Albu The field of hope, of beauty and Nostalgic thoughts Is the Victorian field. Bluebells singing through the wind, Trees whispering their small thoughts, Only for the crops to laugh; Then they halt. “Who’s that wonder?” a little bird sings in passing. The girl of heavenly dresses, With one-too-many flowers in her hair, Walks by. The bluebells are jealous of her eyes; Even the trees admire her splendorous, Raven hair. As she continues, past them all, She picks a violet, then more. A bouquet she hath made, it seems... For her pupils of tender age, one would say. “She’s the teacher!” the clouds gasp in shock. Now they’d remembered, just as she leaves. “Meunter ijotande...” they say in chorus. Never forgotten. * * * THE HAPPY TOWN Dedicated to Teacher Alina Ostroveanu By: Cleopatra Albu “What is a happy town?” A little boy asked once. “A happy town?” the narrator chuckled. “Historical buildi...