Stefanija is a fifth-grade student at the elementary school Dositej Obradović in Parteš.
My Dream School
Let me tell you a secret it’s no surprise,School has always been a wonderful prize.
But for a single moment, in my imagination,
It would bloom in a garden full of fascination.
Painted in magical rainbow hues,
Children don’t count the days, just joyous views.
My school is as sweet as a muffin,
No scary homework to make us bufferin’.
With play and fun, school brings no fear,
Knowledge soars on wings of imagination here.
It flies out the window into the sky,
With a dream school, imagination can’t die.
With a pencil, our feet feel light,
Students soar into clouds in flight.
School is my wondrous planet,
Where students rocket, with joy enchanted.
It lends a hand of friendship to every peer,
So you feel a strength that’s strong and clear.
It protects me like a mother’s care,
My school is lovelier than any fairytale there.
And guess what? It even has a sweet shop,
So candy is guaranteed for everyone nonstop!
Once you enter school, you fall in love,
It’s the heart of our school, the jewel thereof.
Nothing in children’s lives is by chance,
Each hides a wish for a brighter advance.
But my wish is for a brand-new adventure,
The best there is – like my dream school’s venture.
You may say, “That’s too much!”
But I know it’s more than just a touch.
Such a school is born in dreams’ embrace,
And sometimes, believe me, it takes place.
Stefanija Dimić
Elementary School Dositej Obradović, Parteš
Village Parteš 38251, Kosovo and Metohija
Mentor: Jelena Maksimović
Language is deeply tied to the existence of a people. When a community loses its words and culture, it ceases to be a people. Stefania feels and observes her surroundings and transforms them into poetry. The literary legacy of youth from Kosovo Pomoravlje is extremely important. Through their works, we preserve the memory of our roots, culture, and heritage, while also reminding us to stay connected to our homeland. Time may pass in the coming years, but the spiritual bond with our birthplace remains unbreakable.
Fight for Your Wings, Because the Sky is Not the Limit
I dream of waking up,Without struggles, without worry.
That’s what I truly long for,
In my heart the mark: Kosovo is Serbia,
Everything is as before.
The hard times are over,
Our hearts are pure. All celebrate happily,
The wars are gone.
We will remain eternal,
Now the cake is being prepared. Enough sadness,
Now only joy.
For a thousand guests,
Kosovo is whole. We all soar with happiness,
Flying up to the sky.
We don’t wish to remember the past,
Because now we need joy. I feel no happiness,
Yet I long for it.
That’s why I wake up in the morning,
Without a smile.
