Author: paigewaton

2037

It was time
Everyone is coming back
There was one house
And in that houses yard
Was a trombone
Sparkling in the beautiful sun
It was very vague who had lived there
But when you get closer
You will find a frame
With a happy family
And a girl with a trombone in hand
When you move closer
There is a shattered picture of a little girl
With a smile as large as space
In the backyard a swimming pool
Surrounded by a overgrown garden
With gorgeous, yet dead roses
Floating in the swimming pool
Is a stuffed bear
With the year 2006 sewn into its foot
Everyone wonders who lived there
Until later that day
Drives up a red Suburban

Bailey Middle School

07

Tailored Suits

Your ironed suits,
Always at your best,
And your sons and daughters
Following in your footsteps.

You may be slow on land,
Only waddling.
But in the water,
You
Slice it, dice it, splice it
Away from those land predators
Who call themselves
Experts, Explorers,
Humane.

Their suits crumple within hours
So they
Iron it, starch it, dye it,
Never satisfied until
It’s perfect,
For them.

Filling, wasting, trashing
The Earth
They don’t realize
We live here, too.

And they cage us,
Throw us,
Into a flying machine
And are flown
Across oceans
To San Francisco
Where there are animals
From everywhere
And nowhere.

Slowly all of our suits will disappear,
And they will try to match us
But nature doesn’t answer to anyone.

Farewell, tailored suits

L.C. Anderson High School

9th

Wings

Birds’ wings flutter in my chest
Their high trills
And songs fill my lungs

They tell me I’m sick
They tell me I have trouble breathing

So I am not allowed to run,
Go up stairs quickly,
Jump rope.

But I know the truth,
I am alive.

And birds sing
In my lung’s trees.
The beautiful trees
Filled with red syrup,
Pulsing with light.

I am told my lungs
Just don’t work.
I’ll need to replace them.

But I’ll miss these birds

They sing
Even though I can’t.
They fly
Even though I can’t.
They can live
Even though I can’t.

L.C. Anderson High School

9th

Rock And Roll Ain’t Noise Pollution

I come here every day.
I hardly get to play.
Sitting in my chair listening to you.
While you criticize what I like to do.

You always compare one thing to another.
It really makes me wonder,
Is this what I want to do when I get older?
My dreams keep getting colder.

If I quit, will I find a solution?
This place is full of noise pollution.
Rock and Roll is my passion.
In this place I don’t get much satisfaction.

“I am the walrus,’’ isn’t that a Beatle line?
I just sit here while wasting my time.
Coming to this place is so hard.
All I want to do is rock my guitar.

Gorzycki

6

Where Is Mama?

Mama and I started walking
And we were talking too
We went to see the big white ships
Their horns, the sound so blue
She lifts me up to see
The big one and how it soars
And then I hear it loud and clear
The horn that sounds like roars
Mama sets me down
And we start to walk
And then we see lots of birds
As they fly in a flock
We go to the ships to see Papa
I smell the ocean blue
It’s been so nice living here
And Papa’s hat looks new
I turn around to hug Papa
And see his old, rusty, ship
I look around and see the spot
Where Mama broke her hip
I run outside to hug her
But she’s no longer there
I turn around to tell Papa
But all that’s left is air
I look around in the dark
And wonder, Where is Mama?
I wake up startled and notice
I’m just in my pajama
There are no boats, no fresh air breeze
Just me in my bed
I look around and then recall
That Papa has been dead
His ship has sank down, down deep
Somewhere in the tide
I feel my face once wet with tears
That now have finally dried
I go to Mama for comfort
And she is there for me
Once we wake from our slumber
I want to go to sea
She takes me there
And we pack our snacks
So we can eat
Down by our shack
We get there fast hand and hand
Our walking is in sync
When we get to the sea
I have to stop and think
Mama and me are okay
No matter what’s the case
We have each other’s love and care
And we’re in the right place.

Fulmore Middle School

7th

windows to her soul

the lightest galaxy known to man
rippled waves of blue green and grey
dark along the end
true and trusting blue, a reef on the ocean floor
knowing where to swim avoiding sharpened edges
the care of the green penciled in swirls
seaweed of the souls, watching over the creatures
beautiful and compassionate grey, fading the colours in a light pastel of the water
tinting the view of the picture with beauty and grace
the dark black of the deep sea curls
embodies love, telling the stories of the past
past their time, full of knowledge
the center of all

Gonzalo Garza High School

11