Matthew
Zama Middle/High School
Waves at the front door tiny hands in morning light, salutes made of love.
Yokota High School
I am from bacon on tired nights, From French toast and fried eggs cooked just right, From pasta shared after races, From the land of the rising sun, From Kadena’s humid...
Ralph Stearley Primary School
When I think of home I remember where I lived in California. My family also feels the same way as I do and talk about how they missed their home. Even though I live somewhere...
Osan Middle/High School
What does it mean when people say, “Home is where the heart is,”? Where is our heart? Does it have to be in a place? For someone who’s lived in one house for most of his life...