Shamrocks and spring-green leaves whisper As I warm my camera with my hands, set it On the tripod upon Forest’s wildflower carpet. I stretch out my arms, breathe in freshness Of the blissful breeze, bend into the camera; Focusing the lens, I catch a swooping swallow. Job complete, I pick up my bag to head home; The rush of branches stops my stroll as serene And stately, a stag enters, golden coat smiling At the sun, antlers pointing to heaven. Glad, I Grant him passage; he reminds me to thank Mother Nature for giving us this glorious gift.
Channie Hong, age 16, a sophomore at Saratoga High in Silicon Valley, has written poetry seriously for three years now and regards himself fortunate to have been published not only in youth literary journals but adult ones as well. He has also received awards for his work from various organizations including Scholastic Arts and Writing Regional Awards. Besides poetry, Channie is a cellist and a swimmer. Aside from school work, these three activities have kept him busy even during these dark days of the pandemic.