Category Archives: Children’s Art

What Would Our Ancestors Think

Art and Poem by Daniel Liu, age 16, New York.

There is constant talk

Of the world ending in three days

Or is it four years, or five decades, but definitely when

the polar bears start swimming to New York

The sea groans and rumbles

As waves upon waves of human trash clog her up

She sniffles amidst the crushing silence

Sea snot collects on her waves

History starts to crumble

Our oldest trees cut down

Nature groans and shakes

In a futile effort to stop the abuse

The planet prepares itself for destruction

The pain is unlike anything she has ever experienced before

Crops shrivel up in the infernos that run rampant across the landscape           

Such displays are necessary to attract humanity’s short attention span

Animals feel nature’s anguish

They flee North

Until they cannot go any further

More lives snuffed out by humanity’s greed

The most vulnerable of the population suffer

Heat waves overwhelm the wounded, elderly, and sick

Surely we did not mean to wage warfare on the defenseless

But it is only a matter of time before conditions deteriorate further

Schoolchildren sullenly trudge across the parched land

The sky turns black as clouds suddenly gather

They look up, hopeful for the touch of the fabled snowflake

Warm rain drizzles, then the omnipresent sun returns 

In some places floods wash away human remains

Our ancestors disturbed by Nature’s wrath

They weep as they behold the desolate world around them

For the fate of the next generation

Art and Poem by Daniel Liu, age 16, New York.

Daniel Liu adds: “I am a sixteen year old writer that lives in New York. I am very passionate about the issue of climate change, as it is an enduring issue that grows ever larger with each generation and is deserving of attention from all of society. These poems are a testament to the various consequences of climate change in every aspect of society, from agriculture to insurance. To this extent, I hope that these poems are enough to inspire a sense of alarm for the Earth’s future, but just as importantly, hope that humanity can unify in order to reverse the ecological damage that has been done. It is in times of great crisis that innovation and change are at their peak, and humanity’s resilience is shown through our uplifting moments.”

The First Casualties in the War Against Earth

Art and poem by Daniel Liu, age 16, New York.

Wind blows from the four corners of the earth

With the roar of a thousand lions

The house stands in the aftermath

Partially caved in

The family laments their loss

Mother Nature will not be denied

Ink pens scratch on paper

Now their fate is in the hands of companies

Premiums and deductibles

The economic jargon of insurance

When it is time to cover damages

They cringe and make excuses

The desperate family feels the vicious sting of betrayal

When Insurance blacklists the entire zip code

Businessmen reassure themselves of their morality

Accepting this debt will only cause their bankruptcy

But what of

The newborn baby, still fresh from the womb

The elderly grandparents, who have worked decades to afford the house

The first casualties of the consequences of the war humans wage on the planet

How long must the injustice go on

How many icebergs must melt

The gushing stream of the Earth’s blood

Will overwhelm us if change is not forthcoming

Art and poem by Daniel Liu, age 16, New York.

Daniel Liu adds:

“I am a sixteen year old writer that lives in New York. I am very passionate about the issue of climate change, as it is an enduring issue that grows ever larger with each generation and is deserving of attention from all of society. These poems are a testament to the various consequences of climate change in every aspect of society, from agriculture to insurance. To this extent, I hope that these poems are enough to inspire a sense of alarm for the Earth’s future, but just as importantly, hope that humanity can unify in order to reverse the ecological damage that has been done. It is in times of great crisis that innovation and change are at their peak, and humanity’s resilience is shown through our uplifting moments.”

Horse Dream

Horse Dreamby Tang Li, age 9, Florida.

Tang Li was born in the United States, and she speaks and learns to write in English, Mandarin, and French. She has had one-year horseback riding experience She is very fond of riding and taking care of horses, and she misses those good old days. She wants to be a veterinarian in the future; her dream hasn’t changed since she was four years old. 

In Tang’s realistic fiction, Horse Dream, she used the main character Molly to realize her dream, by choosing an ideal location and a dream horse to ride. She began her creative writing by introducing Molly: “Hi. My name is Molly. I am ten years old and was born in Paris, Texas. Yes! It may sound crazy and this Paris even has an Eiffel Tower, just like the one in France. But this Eiffel Tower has a gigantic cowboy hat! My house is just a few blocks away from the Eiffel Tower.

“I have always dreamed of being a cowgirl. Horses are such beautiful animals! I begged mom and dad to sign me up for horseback riding lessons… In school, my favorite part was recess because I got to swing high up on the swings and to see the horse pasture on the other side of the school wall. My favorite horse was a horse named Fiona. She is a brown quarterback horse with a white mark shaped like a rhombus between her eyes. I always hoped to ride on Fiona someday.”

Happika Creature

“When I feel happy, I think there is a happy creature with me! I want to introduce this cute yellow animal to friends all over the world!” 

Art by Tory Won, age 7. Tory is now attending an elementary school, and she loves her family, puppy, and all animals.

Tiger Car

“This is my tiger car to fight again the Monster Nian! I’m driving the car. My dad, my mom, and Ryan are in the car. This car can protect us from all the bad things — monsters, viruses, and bad guys! It is the best car ever!”

—Shawn Yang, age 5, California.

Colors of Ukraine

By Camille Campbell, age 17, Arizona.

With images flashing in my mind,

I lay out the billowing silk,

and begin to paint.

I trace the lines of my ancestry,

each brushstroke forming a branch

on my family’s ancestral tree.

With golden gutta, I outline my identity,

ready to color between the lines.

I splash on the colors of Ukraine—

the teal darkness of Odessa’s Black Sea,

the sun-lit golden domes of Kyiv,

the crimson autumn of Sofiyivka gardens,

the flaxen fields of sunflowers.

I dream of living within the painting,

strolling and dancing in the silken world.

The kaleidoscope of hues connects me

to my mother’s Land of Color.

Camille writes:

In my poem, I write about the beautiful form of art called “silk painting” and how it connects me with my Ukrainian heritage. 

For years, silk painting has captivated me. My mother, who moved from Ukraine to the United States, fondly talked of the colorful silk paintings made by artistic communities in Ukraine. Disappointed that this technique was not practiced much in the United States, I decided to change that: one brushstroke at a time. As I learned the intricate and complex process, each painting felt like a tribute to my mother’s country. 

When art gallery owners expressed interest in my silk paintings, I assembled a collection of my work and was fortunate enough to receive representation by Derubeis Fine Art Gallery in Scottsdale, Arizona. With my silk paintings, I positively impacted my community by donating a few of them to the Make a Wish Foundation to raise money at their silent auctions.

When I’m doing a live art event, I always love to answer people’s questions about the process of silk painting and how it ties to my Ukrainian heritage. 

Along with my poem “Colors of Ukraine,” I have included four of my silk paintings: The Kaleidoscope of Dreams, the Vase of Joy, Flickers of Autumn and Serenity. You can see more of my art at: www.artistcamillecampbell.com 

Fire Dragon

Fire Dragon by Jiacheng Yu, age 6, Florida.

Fire Dragon by Jiacheng Yu, age 6, Chinese American, Florida. This was an entry for the 2021 Youth Awards.

My View

“My View” by Julia Dun Rappaport, grade 9, Massachusetts.
 My View
 By Julia Dun Rappaport, grade 9, Massachusetts.

 I like to gaze out my window, the thick black telephone
 Wires criss-crossing my
 View.
 A bare tree shoots up from the Earth of the
 Yard. I wait for it to bloom. I eagerly await the leafy greenness to fill the pane. Two
 Blue jays are perched on a nearby branch.
 I see the ruffle of the sunbathed brush, and picture Wind
 Combing my hair with her
 Gentle fingers.
 The sky is a pale hue of
 Pastel azure. Swollen clouds dot its rounded edges. A faint tune from wind chimes
 Dances on the air.
 It rained yesterday, and the petrichor lingers still, the scent
 Grasping the atmosphere. I can nearly taste the sweetness of the
 Fresh world. I
 Imagine the earthy, crisp pleasantness on my
 Tongue.
 But I taste nothing but the staleness of the room. I see
 Nothing but the blankness of my computer
 Screen.
 I hear nothing but the clacking of my keys and the soft
 Whirring of technology around me.
 Surrounded in this modern world.
 Trapped.  

Julia is a writer, poet, and artist. Her designs and paintings have won several art contests. She adds:

“This year has changed many things about me. From my lengthening golden-brown hair to my taller height, many noticeable things about me are different now than they were before the pandemic. Other things have changed, too. My life used to be riddled with insecurities, worries, and slight, nagging doubts. I am not saying that everything is gone now, but the virus has brought more than just sorrow. COVID-19 is a horrific thing, and it has terrorized our world. But, as my teachers waved to me through a screen, I realized that my life has forever changed. I no longer need to be validated through praise of others. This leads me to today. I am inspired to submit to Skipping Stones because I would like to prove to myself that I am a creative, intelligent individual who deserves a spot in Skipping Stones. I have learned to be a writer, to see and think differently. I am still learning. I am a young writer, and I would like to thank you for this opportunity. This is a chance to see myself as more than some kid. This could be a representation of progress. I am not saying that I need to be accepted; the simple act of submitting my work is proof of growth. All in all, I am inspired to submit to Skipping Stones because quarantine has helped me learn and grow, and I am ready to share that growth with you.”