Category: 2017-18 Submissions

2017-18 submissions

A tree

A TREE

A tree
Used for many things
Some you do on a sunny day
To display
The mask that you put
To shield
That bits of life
That you want no one to see
So you sit on the dank of the waterway next to the tree.
And wait for the storm to pass
For the rain to dissipate
And the sun
To came
Out and you show yourself
Without no mask.

Gorzycki

7

Buzzer Beater

Dribbling, sprinting down the court as fast as lightning
Looking
Pass to the best player

The best player catches the ball easily
He dribbles around a player and takes a shot
Swish
The crowd goes wild; their team won!

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Gorzycki Middle School

7

Brightness

Today is a new day
Rays of sun shine like pure gold
Drizzling down from the sky
Like rain,
but happier.
The cool breeze,
swirling sweet smells of flowers
all around.
Gently comforting,
a refreshing embrace.
A sweet lullaby
Sung by the birds,
Waking the trees
from their nightly slumber.
Stretching their long limbs,
opening their eyes
old but lively.
The moon fades away
into the ever- brightening sky,
as she has had a restless night of work.
Silken rose petals,
laden with dew drops.
Crystals glittering in the sun.
As the morning spins
into afternoon,
the sun slides
to the center
of the soft,
blue
sky.

Lamar Middle School

6

Compose A Symphony

Writing is like music,
Each letter is a note,
Each space is a rest,
Each sentence is a measure,
And every story, is a flowing song.

Some stories are short,
Just like a staccato note.
While some are long,
Just like a fermata note.
Each having a unique length,
That sets the tempo for the song.

The different styles,
The different genres,
The different dynamics,
The different tones,
Don’t just “write”

Write with purpose.
Write with feeling.
Write with rhythm.
When writing,

Compose
Music.

Gorzycki Middle School

7th

The Heartbreaking Lesson

As the amazing fireworks blast way up in the sky a little boy tries to light one inside.
The ambulance comes with a blaring horn
The parents are safe but the boy is torn.
Two months later a five year olds funeral begins as the little boy plays way up in the sky
The parents are somber but the tears start to dry
Because they know you can’t be harmed up way in the sky
Now they know to leave lighters way up high and make sure kids light them outside.

Casey

4th

Paradise

Paradise
Picture the Ocean
Large
Blue
Breezy
Salty
Fresh
Water

Not knowing what is in the Fresh Water

Millions and Millions of gallons
Of Paradise Water

Is the ocean full of DREAMS?

Is the ocean filled with MONSTERS?
Waiting…
Lerking…

Who knows
What could be in the ocean
Our imagination
That’s what

The only thing we can do is to
EXPLORE
DREAM
AND

I m A g I n E
Of what paradise could contain

Oh the Ocean
Oh paradise tell me what you contain

Gorzycki Middle School

7

Who

Her memories go to her heart

And her feelings to her mind

She can’t stop thinking all the time

Eyes famished and glistening

You can see by the look in her face

Her reality is different; she’s in a different place

Not somewhere you could walk

It’s too far away

And there she’ll remain

Wish her luck

Lamar

7th

Heat

Six people in a room sitting
Heat
The middle of the room was burning down quietly
Two people fled
Three on their phone
One person reading a book
Fire consumes the furniture
One more person flees
Three people sitting in a room

Gorzycki

7th