Dew
Have you ever seen the dew
As it lies upon the flowers
And sparkles in the sun
In the early morning hours?
It’s laid at night , you see
By the prettiest of all.
The others are no match
When this fairy comes to call.
When she lays upon the flowers
And the grass so green and fair
The sparkling dew of morning,
You know that she’s been there.
Like diamonds in the sunlight,
Yet unlike anything,
The dew drop fairy spreads a view
Like you have never seen.
Click on the link below to read an essay written by Noelle in 1999 when she was 14.
My Favorite Place To Go.doc
Click on the link below to read a more recent essay that Noelle wrote this semester for a school class.
capitalism vs socialism.doc
Read a few other bits of poetry and prose written by Noelle in 1999 and 2000
Water.doc
The Yawn.doc
The Old Couch.doc
I especially love the following essay written by Noelle in September, 2001:
September 11, 2001
As we sat and waited, as we listened and watched, as we knelt in silent prayer for the chaos to end, one question came to our minds, why? Why was God letting this happen to our nation? Why did so many people have to die? Were these the questions haunting your mind with ferocity?
It started when the air was still fresh with morning. A torrent of people rushed through the streets to begin another busy day, some with cold stares, others with warm smiles; all would momentarily change to fear. Some pairs of eyes glanced upward at the familiar, towering World Trade Center. Under their feet the earth trembled, and with another look upward they saw a burst of flame. So began September 11, 2001. Never again would we see the majestic Twin Towers as they were. The first burst of flames was followed by another only 18 minutes later when the North Tower was also rammed by a Boeing 767. Not long after, both towers collapsed causing even more crazed confusion.
The next morning prayers were sent up from congress. Words like heroism, bravery, and patriotism filtered through the television speakers. There was no way to describe what had happened. In the words of Trent Lott, "Every expression of horror is too mild..." Another quote from Senator Lott "...we need to be bold..." We can't dwell, and we will take action. Our Nation pulls together tightly amongst all of this pain; we've lost our peace, but not our pride. The flag of freedom still waves over our beautiful land, and we will fight against those who attempt to destroy it. Chuck Shumer, New York Senator, gave a moving speech that contained a touching story, among hundreds I'm sure, about a man who owned a shoe store handing out shoes to the women who couldn't run in their high heels.
There are so many stories about the firemen and one story I will never forget about a man calling his wife from the 106th floor of the North Tower to tell her that they were being evacuated, but he didn't think that he was going to make it. He told her that he loved her and the kids, and only a few minutes after he hung up the building collapsed. These stories are now a part of our American history, and we will fight for these people and for these stories to live on. We will fight for those billows of smoke that drifted away over our New York. At 10:50 AM President Bush spoke; he said "...freedom and democracy are under attack..." All I heard in my mind was a hymn by Tom and Robin Brooks. It reads, "Heal our land, Lord, heal our land; hear our cry and turn our nation back to you. Lord, heal our land; hear us, O Lord and heal our land; forgive our sin and heal our broken land. Forgive our sin and heal our broken land."
What else is there to write? We are broken; we will rebuild. There is a mess; we will clean it up. There are things to be done; we will do them, and may God bless our efforts. I will close with a verse used in one of our congressmen's speeches, Isaiah 9:10, "The bricks have fallen down, but we will rebuild with dressed stone; the fig trees have been felled, but we will replace them with cedars."
