The HARK Journal recognizes student talent from elementary-to-university level.
Enjoy the student contributions below.
Drops I feel,
He came from where his wings would grow,
From the soft, thin spot on his back,
Between the shoulders, behind the heart,
High School Division
O, children please be a dear
And don’t regard with any fear
The teeth I have may be quite sharp
For the rougarou feeds at night
I am a little girl in a Caddo Indian tribe
I wonder where all these strangers are heading to
Louisiana begins with history To others our culture is a mystery Our swamps lay low While men are playing the banjo
I am a little Indian from Caddo tribe
I feel waves splashing on my hand
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