A Day With Lady Liberty
By Hanako
As we glide underground
In the silver blur of the subway
My friends play a game
To choose your own adventure
We got off the long elegant metal snake
To the ferry
Smoothly gliding across the water
We got out into
The knife sharp air
The figure of Lady Liberty
Just visible through
The bustling crowd
We visited the miniscule memories of
Bartholdy
Eiffel
Emma Lazarus
We sit and eat
Get attacked by pure white birds
Gray spots tease on their feathers
Like shells on sand
We went in the gift shop
Dropped off what is banned in
The mother of exiles
And we went on
Into
The Statue of Liberty
We went in
There before us
Was a model of the torch
We imitated it’s every detail
On a piece of paper
We left
To go to the pedestal
We climbed
Stairs and stairs and stairs and… you know what’s coming
My legs were about to part company with me
I was as glad as a sailor reaching shore
We made it!
Information about the Statue of Liberty
Flying at me like arrows
Bedloe’s Island was chosen because it makes her look big
The torch up there is a model made of 24 karat gold
Too fast to write down
I sketch instead
The unique and beautiful stair pattern
We go down down down
Get lost and find where we are
Go to the museum
Get lost in a question
Bo helps us with a riddle
And we’re on the water once again
April 10, 2018
Beacon 1886
By Alejandro Ulrich,
Boats surround me, for the water is my guard,
Lines of white, streaks of light,
for the city is my crystal shard.
The golden hand into reach of the sun, the diamond crown shines like a starry night.
For freedom is now in sight.
Her still eyes gaze upon us with a gleam of hope.
She lassos the world with her mighty rope.
The soft ring of the sky echoes in my ear, the cloud calls.
The warmth covers me like heavy wool shawls.
Lady Liberty, Free For Us To Explore
by Sonia
The sculptures in the front
Caught my eye;
Frédéric Auguste Bartholdi,
Gustave Eiffel,
Édouard René de Laboulaye,
Richard Morris Hunt,
Emma Lazarus.
We go to the top of the pedestal.
I feel completely comfortable and calm.
But then I look up…
My whole world spins.
My stomach drops
But I keep going.
Looking out at the harbor calms me.
The smell of the sea is the smell that the
Statue of Liberty
Is true too.
It is the smell that brought
Lady Liberty
To welcome everyone
Coming from everywhere.
I hear the call of the seagulls
A lot flying in search of their
lunch.
The honor to come
From anywhere.
It’s been taken.
Only the ones like Norwegians
The ones Trump likes
Are aloud to explore
Our free country.
The others,
They try and try
But he just won’t except.
Only the 45,000 that he adores
Can come.
3.5 million visit
Lady Liberty a year.
2.7 million visit
Ellis Island a year.
Only 45,000 new ones
Get to experience the
Glory, the freedom, and the happiness
Each year.
Only the ones he
Knows and wants can come.
Liberty
By Giselle Molaei
She is big.
She is powerful.
Her arms stretch like a seagull’s wings.
The sun shines like a diamond against her jade skin.
The pedestal casts a shadow of fame.
I can hear the rough sound of the engine bubbling in the calm sea.
I can feel the stone cold wind from the tips of my hair to my toenails.
I can see water filling people’s eyes.
Like a rainy day when the clouds are crying.
Her torch is a flame that shines across the seven seas.
Her lips shine in the sun like silk.
She is going somewhere nobody knows.
She stares across the world no looking back.
Nothing can stop her.
She is the mother of all people.
All immigrants want to come to America because of her.
When I look at her I see freedom.
The Totally New Colossus
By Libi
Towering over
The place I call home
The big green lady
With the robes of a Greek giant goddess
She moves towards the sun
And freedom
Welcoming the people and seagulls (caw!)
Of different worlds
Welcoming “your huddled masses yearning to breathe free.”
Taking them under
Your copper-green wing
Your 62,000 pound copper-green wing
Walking from
Your 87 foot pedestal
Centered on Bedloe’s Island
You never felt less at home
The seven rays on your crown
Do they shine anymore? No.
Now they call for money, fame, power, and dullness
She is yelling for change
Her voice is not heard.
Liberty Rising Out of the Ocean
By Sarah
As we walk along the gangplank the wind whipped through the trees
The water gently sloshing to accompany the breeze
She really is like all the stories say
I can’t believe he dreamed this: Mr. Laboulaye
Lady Liberty is truly very grand
As well as in the poem, her mild eyes command
We walk onto Liberty’s base
And learn the history of every line on her face
The overlay of her dress makes shadows smirk, dance, and tease
Again, here comes the flimsy, nimble, breeze
Emma Lazarus helped create the image we see now
Mother of Exiles, immigrant queen now they don’t have to bow
To anyone
You will be safe
In America
Soft, sweet, safe, surrender
To the obliviation of pain
Warm, welcomed, wrapped in a blanket of love from her
Coming through Ellis Island
Hope for a new life
When your eyes catch hers
Liberty seems to rise out of the ocean
To meet you
Is this the land that comes through from your dreams?
The land of love, peace, and tranquility?
Will you be safe
In America?
Liberty the Majestic Queen
By Palma
The wind blows on the old bedloe’s island now called liberty island
It is cold outside and the sky is blue
and The talk, talk, talk, of amazed people is there
To lovely liberty island we shall go
to the copper mighty women.
They seeked freedom.
So come to America
as she greets you
you have arrived
As she stands on her pedestal of 87 feet tall we think it is a throne…
She has a beautiful dress of green that many have seen
She wears a crown that used to be brown
Evan though you can only see her shoe you know she is saying hello to you.
She has the torch that lights the way to freedom.
The beautiful colossus who is know to be brown has changed to green just like her emerald self –
will she change more?
She is like a precious jewel, one that all want to see, one where not one can look away.
She is like a good dream, one that make all want to stay in bed and continue dreaming, one that we all want to be true… Liberty is true…. True.
Liberty!
The Woman of Freedom
By Celia
It was cold and windy
The sun was locked up by the clouds,
Birds were soaring above,
“caw caw…” they sing,
Where am I?
I think to myself
Then I look up,
And see the Woman of Freedom
A woman of hope
And a woman of
welcoming
What the World Meant to Me and Her
By Macy
She holds the torch in her hand with
the grip that brought people together.
To show that a woman can do things bigger than a man could do.
More than a tennis match or protesting,
she let freedom rise in America.
She whispered to the waves and welcomed the ones going through Ellis Island.
She made great hope for America
that soon it will be more fair than ever before.
Lady Liberty
By Saffron Zeff
From feet
to train
to boat
to high up in the sky
an adventure
a cold windy adventure
with people speaking in different languages
Shooooo
as the sound of planes flying by
I feel relaxed
I feel as if I’m flying,
I lean over the edge
and my heart drops
inside I hear a little voice screaming
“I know it’s high, but you’re alright.”
I slowly walked away.
