Category: 2017-18 Submissions

The aged cobblestone streets whisper
with the sounds of
feet shuffling in every direction
Joy radiates
as flowers bound from buildings,
Spreading alluring colors.
The cobblestones were assembled with a memory of centuries past,
As if the city was attempting to grasp onto every last bit
of the country’s violent history.
The statues were discolored with the rebellious remains of those from wars of former times.
Frozen with the faces of determination and independence,
Marked with the bullet holes of those who lost their lives to the cause,
Of independence.
And now, today,
The air is contagious with blissful euphoria
the city beamed with the sounds of talented street performers.
The bright green blades of grass peaked in between the bricks of the streets,
As if playing a great game of hide and seek.

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!

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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

The ice and snow is so great
I can’t wait to go ice skate
Some people hate the ice and snow
and would rather stay inside and drink hot cocoa

The ice and snow is so great
It will be here all winter in this state
but when it has melted all away
all the people will say, see you next winter time

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Boone

5

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.

Your smile is the definition of beauty
Your eyes like a pair of stars
When you laugh birds begin to sing
And I know
Your mind is bursting at the seams
With dreams

Your heart is kind enough for me
Your voice brings sunbeams to the Earth
When you approach I flutter
And you know
I believe you will do great things
With your mind that is bursting at the seams
With dreams

Lost evergreen smiles
No more sugar coated laughs
All out of fulfilled hopes

My sun stained tears are dry
My broken dreams have been mended
And my sunken frowns have disappeared

I have been gone
But who I am has returned
Now I am here to prove
My evergreen smile is as strong as before

Her heart was pure enough to turn gravel to gold.
She had crimson lips that were curled into a constant smile that could brighten even the darkest days.
She was the girl helping the old man across the street and nurturing the bird with the broken wing.
She had flowered eyes and cried tears of sun.
Nothing could stand in her way.

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Fulmore Middle School

7th grade

It’s the darkest night
Trick or treating and costumes
The scary noises