When The Sun Rises
By Bobbi-Marie (8th Grade)
When the sun rises
People like to wake up like a bird.
When the sun rises
The moon says, “Goodbye”
Like it is never going to come back.
When the sun rises
The birds start to sing as the
Flowers start to grow.
When the sun rises
I wake up and I like to smile
And start a new day.
But the sun always rises.
2011
Resilience: An Anthology of Writing
IS 313, Bronx, NY
Edited by Dave Johnson, writer‐in‐residence
Poet, playwright, art historian, and social innovator, Dave Johnson is the author of two books of poetry, Dead Heat and Marble Shoot; and two plays, Baptized to the Bone and Sister, Cousin, Aunt. He is the co-translator and dramaturg of two Italian stageplays, the international bestsellers Gomorrah and Super Santos. His visual art curatorial work includes exhibitions at the Queens Museum of Art and at the Milan World Expo. Dave founded and directs Free Verse, a publishing house and working artists’ program born in the New York City Department of Probation waiting room. His awards include fellowships from the Rockefeller Brothers Fund and the Ford Foundation. Dave teaches at The New School and Montclair State University. His present work centers on women artists of the Italian Renaissance.
