your vision, your voice
2017-18 submissions
Chocolate is tasty
Chocolate is yummy
CHOCOLATE is delicious
When I take a bite
my mouth feels like dynamite
Sweet, sugary, good
one of the best kinds of food
Dark
smooth gliding silk
Milk
warm and creamy explosions
White
pristine royalty of the cocoa world
Chocolate will never faily
to bring delight, especially when it’s on wholesale!
Murchison
8
I’m lost in a world
No one else knows.
I’m stuck in a dream
No one else sees.
With an unreal friend,
And an enemy I haven’t met,
And the sea next to them,
Deep and blue.
The salty wind in their hair
But the foe doesn’t care
He takes out a hidden weapon,
And my friend must run,
But I don’t know how they got here
Because it’s only chapter one.
I look up for a second
From my hidden world,
And see the flashing lights that surround me.
Someone is texting, sending “hi,” to a friend,
Another is playing a game.
I sigh, defeated, retreat to my world,
As the one around me fades away.
Then chapter 2 starts,
And we get backstory,
And my friends not a friend anymore.
The foe is paying him back
Murchison
8
People are born different,
And treated like they’re somehow wrong.
But those who believe the different ones are less,
Cannot say why.
Which leaves we who think,
A person is never a mistake,
To challenge and defend.
A kid in a wheelchair is the same as one who’s not,
They won’t start a fight,
Or at least they don’t want to
Or maybe they will, anyway,
Even though they don’t want to,
The same as the rest of us.
So why do we treat them as different?
No one can tell.
We “normal ones” don’t even react…
We just watch the show.
Do they feel the same as us?
Perhaps we should ask.
I guess we’ll always wonder,
(at least I will)
Why we treat these people differently,
Sure, they were born different, but aren’t we all?
They were simply born uniquely different than the different of us all.
Some of us are short,
Others are tall,
So why do we judge them?
Just to lead them to despair?
A mouth,
A nose,
Ears,
Hair,
There isn’t any reason to stare.
No one should even care.
Murchison
8
Splash!! My Tio goes into the
stream, brown like dirt
Slimy and icky
Trying to catch things
That live in the water
Goggles on trying to see better in
the dirty water. Finally catching
something now to catch more.
While time goes by time to play
Splash, kick, STOP!!
Time to go inside for our mistake
waiting for time to pass by,
finally the come back
looking for my Tio, to see what else
he had caught
Excited to see what it was
But also scared
Asking what it was
fascinated at what he has to say
Keeling Middle School
7th
Ashes feathering from the polluted sky
A deep distinct charred scent filling the atmosphere
The moon filling the crisp night
The old man settles under the highway
Sounds from cars rushing over his shelter Water dripping down from the edge of the bridge
A car bolts by
Roaring and reverberating the highway
Splash
The old man’s belongings
Soaked
Just another day of the year in 2149
Murchison
8
I always say should the grass be greener.
Is the sky as blue as an ocean.
Really I should ask why, do I go outside
The smell of grilled meat and seafood
Smells so good my eyes & nose can smell it
Fresh air with sausage smells!
Hamburgers oh so good.
Hot dogs a grilling, so greasy!
But, it wouldn’t be like this without the BBQ pit.
It sits and waits to be used
Building up dust and dirt
People, people gathering around to get it
All black, stainless steel waiting!
Once fired up dripping meat sweats
Bringing smiles all around, good smells
So NO, the grass shouldn’t be greener
Yes, the sky is super blue!
Good Smells!
All around, oh BBQ pit.
Keeling Middle School
7th
There were hundreds of trees in my neighborhood
They were like guardians watching over us,
But there was one tree in particular.
One that stood the tallest,
One that stood the strongest.
The one that caught my eye the most
I would walk up to it
Then stare up at it
I felt like it would stare back down at me
Its bark was hard and rough
The trunk was wider than a bus
The trees danced in the wind
The sound of the leaves was like the ocean waves
It was home to many different creatures
Squirrels, birds, bugs, and owls
The tree is very old
It’s lived through many different generations
And it will be there for many years to come
I have but one thing to say to the tree,
“Thank you.”
Keeling Middle School
7th
For the basketball court
the court is as smooth as baby skin
it grip
The strips
the flawless net
when you shoot the ball
the wind blowing
the cold double rim
U feel ur da best
The ball bouncing
The work ur putting in
sweating hard
Heart pound like a drum
The play you just did
Crowd yell
You think you’re the greatest
Of all times
Keeling Middle School
7th
Backyard I love you,
you hold my pool
you allow my do to do
its business on your grass.
You allow me
to throw parties on you,
you are so beautiful
you hold our barn
you are so big, I love you.
You let us walk our horses on you,
but at least the keep your grass
down. You let us invite friends over
and jump and play games on you
I hope you will be the same
as I get older. I hope that we can put
an even bigger pool on you
if you allow that for me and then
hopefully we can extend your area
even bigger. I love how
the bird feeder hangs on your porch
and when the birds come to eat
I like to see the cat try
and chase the birds.
Keeling Middle School
7th
Hate is everywhere
People will always spite, but
we can still get along
Murchison Middle School
8th