your vision, your voice
Oh Penny, I miss you dear,
In a flash, you’re not here
The day I found you lying on the grass,
I knew in a second the day would crash
I ran to the house not knowing what to do,
All around me the sadness flew
I got to the house Dad rushed out,
Washed her in water then gave a shout
This couldn’t be real thoughts flew through my head,
But I knew in a second Penny was dead.
Gorzycki Middle School
6
Ocean,
your sand is such a wonder
you feel as soft as a pillow
as powdery as sugar
your shells though hard are unique
different colors, different shapes,
different textures not one is the same
your water blue and clear filled with coral of all colors
with fish angel fish among them
with dolphins, whales, and seahorses
in which are so lucky to live in your kingdom of beauty
Gorzycki
6th
I have take your candy.
And wish you were saving for dessert.
Forgive me it was filled with amazing taste of fruit.
gorzycki
6
My family is a closet. My dad is like jeans, sturdy and able to get through hard times. My mom is a t-shirt, flexible and loose. My brothers are socks, because like socks they stick together (but sometimes they stink). I am a hat or jacket, protecting from cold, heat or rain. The name Petershagen is like shoes, so many different types but with one defining quality: we support the wearer.
Gorzycki
6
Today is school
School in Japan
Quiet and Peaceful
Like you’re at a library
Old and beautiful
different from America
We wear sneakers in school
They don’t
We eat in the Cafeteria
They don’t
We bring lunchboxes
They don’t
We go to school in vehicles
They don’t
We have friends
And they do too
Gorzycki Middle School
6
I have drank
All the juice boxes
In the fridge
I have made an unforgivable mistake
I knew you
Were saving them
For lunches
Sorry
They were
So sugary
So surprisingly sweet
So satisfying
Also grape
My favorite
gorzycki
sixth
I don’t know what to write,
I think I might stay up all night!
Should I write about a lair or,
Or about a chair?
Should I write about Ginger Ale,
Or about a folktale?
I don’t know what to write,
I’m thinking with all my might!
My pencil is out of lead,
I think I might write in red.
I can’t find my red pencil,
I have another writing utensil.
I still don’t know what to write,
I’m still thinking with all my might!
Gorzycki Middle School
6th
Traffic at a halt
Traffic at a stop
Traffic going up the hill three miles long
Traffic at a halt
Traffic at a stop
Traffic going down the hill three miles long
Traffic at a halt
Traffic at a stop
Traffic
It’s
Austin
I see the pitcher glare,
not stare,
then the pitcher throws the ball,
with his all,
Pow! the ball goes out wide,
it’s like an ocean tide,
washing you away,
to the day,
I knew baseball was not lame,
but an amazing game
Good and Bad are very different
Yet they go together so well.
They are the feelings we are judged by
They are the feelings whom are opposites.
We have some, deep down inside
They are the feelings we share to all.
They are the balance in our world
We need them both, even the bad.
Without them both, the world will crumble
They are the light in the dark.