WELCOME TO THE SIXTH EDITION OF LINN COUNTY KIDS CREATE. SCROLL DOWN AND SEE A WIDE VARIETY OF ART WORK AND WRITING. YOU WILL FIND TALENT AND EMOTION, HUMOR AND ANGUISH. THE POETRY DISPLAYS A WIDE RANGE OF STYLES AND SUBJECT MATTERS FROM STRUGGLING WITH LOSS TO EXPRESSING THE JOYS OF SPORTS TO DISPAIRING (POETICALLY) ABOUT WRITING POETRY. AT THE CONCLUSION OF YOUR VISIT, I THINK YOU WILL AGREE WITH ME THAT LINN COUNTY KIDS DO CREATE.
THE MAN UNDER THE HAT
Drawing by Ainur, Grade 11, Lebanon
MOTHER NATURE’S GIFT
By Bryce, Grade 8, Memorial
As the birds chirp
And the river flows
The wilderness is full of amazement and wonders
That I’d like to know
The sun shines on the glistening water
Flowing with life and beauty
The fish swimming in circles
So easy for me to see
Green brush and friendly animals make my spirit lift
If only more people wouldn’t take for granted
Mother Nature’s gift
(EDITOR'S NOTE: The following poems can be read separately, or as one unit. The two parallel poems can be read down or across. I believe they are satisfying either way.)
POEMS
By Tausha, Grade 8, Memorial
The wind blows Time fades
time changes people grow old
while we are trapped, they die
trapped in our ways but she is still young
while the trees grow punished or gifted
we are in standstill to live forever
forever more like the sun
trapped in our chains of time for she is elfish
never changing never to go from this earth
trapped in our chains of selfishness for she is stuck forever,
to never change
The wind, the sea, the snow, the rain, the teardrops dripping, ever constantly, through the sun and ice, they dripped and dripped, off her beautiful face, for her loved one was gone, forever into the blissful night. He was gone, gone like the wind, forever blowing, his maiden crying, crying over his limp body, for he is never to return again, and she will never be able to see him again, see his face, or hear his laugh. She will be forever crying, into the wind never to be heard again.
By Tausha, Grade 8, Memorial
The wind blows Time fades
time changes people grow old
while we are trapped, they die
trapped in our ways but she is still young
while the trees grow punished or gifted
we are in standstill to live forever
forever more like the sun
trapped in our chains of time for she is elfish
never changing never to go from this earth
trapped in our chains of selfishness for she is stuck forever,
to never change
The wind, the sea, the snow, the rain, the teardrops dripping, ever constantly, through the sun and ice, they dripped and dripped, off her beautiful face, for her loved one was gone, forever into the blissful night. He was gone, gone like the wind, forever blowing, his maiden crying, crying over his limp body, for he is never to return again, and she will never be able to see him again, see his face, or hear his laugh. She will be forever crying, into the wind never to be heard again.
DARKNESS
By Hunter, Grade 8, Memorial
My eyes close, my world turns black.
My thoughts go still, I stop in my tracks.
Light fades away, darkness comes to stay.
But I do not fear what is to come, I embrace it.
As I stride through the dark abyss, I keep my pace,
A light streaks past, I begin to chase.
Where the light flies, the darkness crawls away.
The light comes to a stop, it shows its faint color of gray.
Gray turns to white, and then to yellow.
The light drops to the floor, then begins to cover all below.
I fall through, I close my eyes.
But when they should be shut, light shines in the sky.
I look to my left, then to my right.
People appear with the look of fright.
Sirens wail, I feel so frail.
Just comes to show you, Death runs on its own time.
By Hunter, Grade 8, Memorial
My eyes close, my world turns black.
My thoughts go still, I stop in my tracks.
Light fades away, darkness comes to stay.
But I do not fear what is to come, I embrace it.
As I stride through the dark abyss, I keep my pace,
A light streaks past, I begin to chase.
Where the light flies, the darkness crawls away.
The light comes to a stop, it shows its faint color of gray.
Gray turns to white, and then to yellow.
The light drops to the floor, then begins to cover all below.
I fall through, I close my eyes.
But when they should be shut, light shines in the sky.
I look to my left, then to my right.
People appear with the look of fright.
Sirens wail, I feel so frail.
Just comes to show you, Death runs on its own time.
INSPIRATION
By Hannah, Grade 8, Memorial
What’s your inspiration?
Mine changes from time to time
But usually it’s about a person in my life
When you have inspiration it hits you like a brick
Because when something inspires you, you suddenly have it
You have an idea, a thought you may say
So I have an inspiration
Now what may you say is yours?
By Hannah, Grade 8, Memorial
What’s your inspiration?
Mine changes from time to time
But usually it’s about a person in my life
When you have inspiration it hits you like a brick
Because when something inspires you, you suddenly have it
You have an idea, a thought you may say
So I have an inspiration
Now what may you say is yours?
WALLS OF CARCASSONE (FRANCE)
by Sarah, Grade 9, Lebanon
TRAVELING
By Lindsay, Grade 8, Memorial
You want to travel, to place everywhere. To all
different countries, which all have something to share.
You go see the Eiffel Tower, in Europe, in France. And
you go to the top, and all you can hope, is that you won’t
drop.
Then you go to Rome, and you see this nice worn
down land, but it’s rally hot, so you are going to need a
fan.
Then finally to England, and you learn how to dance,
but all I really hope, is that I won’t rip my new pants.
the trip was fund, I got home rally late. Vacations
are really fun, but home is really great.
HAIKU
By Alex, Grade 8, Memorial
We are not gunslingers
Also we are not cowboys
We are just like you.
By Anthony, Grade 8, Memorial
Trouble is your name
People don’t know who you are
You have lost yourself.
Running in the halls
I’m rushing to get to class
Middle school is fast.
by Jacob, Grade 8, Memorial
Summer
Outside it is sunny
I might go out to play soon
Before it is missed.
by Henry, Grade 8, Memorial
Seven 7
Seven is the best
Amazing, it’s the best, most
Awesome letter ever.
We are not gunslingers
Also we are not cowboys
We are just like you.
By Anthony, Grade 8, Memorial
Trouble is your name
People don’t know who you are
You have lost yourself.
Running in the halls
I’m rushing to get to class
Middle school is fast.
by Jacob, Grade 8, Memorial
Summer
Outside it is sunny
I might go out to play soon
Before it is missed.
by Henry, Grade 8, Memorial
Seven 7
Seven is the best
Amazing, it’s the best, most
Awesome letter ever.
LIGHT IN THE DARKNESS
Drawing by Tanna, Grade 10, Lebanon
PEOPLE AROUND US
By Jennifer, Grade 8, Memorial
People around us
Different shapes, colors, sizes
Even though we’re different
We’re the same inside.
Everywhere you see
There are people
Tongues clicking with different
Languages or accents.
People around us
Laughing, crying, gossiping
Some are homeless
While others are rich.
It doesn’t matter
We’re the same inside,
Loving and caring
People around us.
By Jennifer, Grade 8, Memorial
People around us
Different shapes, colors, sizes
Even though we’re different
We’re the same inside.
Everywhere you see
There are people
Tongues clicking with different
Languages or accents.
People around us
Laughing, crying, gossiping
Some are homeless
While others are rich.
It doesn’t matter
We’re the same inside,
Loving and caring
People around us.
A PENCIL AND A BLANK PAGE
By Jacob, Grade 8, Memorial
A pencil and a blank page
My mind is filling with great rage
I’m supposed to write a poem
And I don’t know how
Maybe at the end I should probably bow
I just want to cry but I won’t
Because I’m a guy
I sit in class
Hoping I can pass
But all I have is
A pencil and a blank page
By Jacob, Grade 8, Memorial
A pencil and a blank page
My mind is filling with great rage
I’m supposed to write a poem
And I don’t know how
Maybe at the end I should probably bow
I just want to cry but I won’t
Because I’m a guy
I sit in class
Hoping I can pass
But all I have is
A pencil and a blank page
FAIL
By Emily, Grade 8, Memorial
It’s something I hate
That comes when I procrastinate
You can make a bet
That I will sweat
When I hear that horrid word
This word I’ve never ever heard
It makes my face go pale
It happens when the teacher yells,
“You fail.”
By Emily, Grade 8, Memorial
It’s something I hate
That comes when I procrastinate
You can make a bet
That I will sweat
When I hear that horrid word
This word I’ve never ever heard
It makes my face go pale
It happens when the teacher yells,
“You fail.”
HAVE YOU EVER?
By Kelsey, Grade 8, Memorial
Have you ever loved, like you’ve never loved before?
Have you ever seen someone, when they make the winning score?
Have you ever seen someone when they scream and yell?
Have you ever told something you weren’t supposed to tell?
Have you ever run like you’ve never run before?
Just to make it in that closing door.
By Kelsey, Grade 8, Memorial
Have you ever loved, like you’ve never loved before?
Have you ever seen someone, when they make the winning score?
Have you ever seen someone when they scream and yell?
Have you ever told something you weren’t supposed to tell?
Have you ever run like you’ve never run before?
Just to make it in that closing door.
HAPPY SUMMER
Drawing by Mike, Grade 12, Lebanon
VOLLEYBALL
By McKenna, Grade 8, Memorial
Standing up
In ready stance
This is your chance
The ball is coming
Adrenalin running
You’re excited
You show pride in
The way you hit.
Can you make it?
Yeah, you made it.
Everyone cheers and you win the game.
You won’t ever forget this moment.
FOOTBALL
By Tanner, Grade 8, Memorial
Forcefully
Overpowering
Obstacles
To win
Because
All that matters in the end is
Leaving the other teams as
Losers
SKATEBOARDING
By Jeremy, Grade 8, Memorial
Skateboarding is like driving a car
Flying down the road
Listening to tunes
Feeling free
And like a king
BMX
By Trace, Grade 8, Memorial
Bmxing is like flying through the air
Feeling the breeze on your face
Feeling free from the earth.
By Jeremy, Grade 8, Memorial
Skateboarding is like driving a car
Flying down the road
Listening to tunes
Feeling free
And like a king
BMX
By Trace, Grade 8, Memorial
Bmxing is like flying through the air
Feeling the breeze on your face
Feeling free from the earth.
LONGBOARDING
By Brandon, Grade 8, Memorial
Longboarding is amazing
And fun
‘til you are falling
It’s fun in the sun
Not when it’s raining
It’s best when you are staring
At the next turn
And the wind is all around you
Speed wiggles are coming fast
If you think about what you are doing
You will fall
By Brandon, Grade 8, Memorial
Longboarding is amazing
And fun
‘til you are falling
It’s fun in the sun
Not when it’s raining
It’s best when you are staring
At the next turn
And the wind is all around you
Speed wiggles are coming fast
If you think about what you are doing
You will fall
MOM
by Angela, Grade 10, Lebanon
CARCASSONE
by Sarah, Grade 9, Lebanon
INTERVIEW
A story by Sean Marie, Grade 8, Memorial
Naomi strode into the room, with a million times more outer confidence then she felt inside. She was aware of Seth hovering behind her, oddly intense. But she ignored him- she didn’t need him throwing his weight around to convince this guy she could make a decent spy.
The room was spacious, with large windows that let in daylight. A man sat behind a large, mahogany desk. He looked up from a stack of papers when she and Seth walked in.
Calculating yellow eyes surveyed her. She shivered. Naomi was used to many men (and woman) ogling her, but that was different. Their eyes always followed a predictable pattern. This man didn’t seem to look at her exterior, but to appraise her courage and worth. For some reason, she found that infinitely more unpleasant. Maybe because it wasn’t admiring in the slightest.
Seth spoke first. “Horace, this woman is seeking employment hear.” His tone was loud, not so much in volume, but in attitude. It said that Seth was going to put up a fight if he didn’t get what he wanted.
“Ah yes,” the man’s voice had just a hint of a rasp that set her teeth on edge. “You were talking about her earlier. “Crystal Hart, right?”
She flinched. “How the hell…?” Naomi hissed. Seth shot her a look that said Remember what I told you? Ah yes, she did.
“And why are you so suddenly seeking new employment?” Horace asked.
“Horace,” hissed Seth. “I already told you why, no need to make her explain!”
Naomi held her breath, hoping he wouldn’t make her relive that… experience.
The spymaster nodded. “Very well. Your presence will not be needed here right now, Seth.” Seth glowered, but left, the door banging behind him. “But Ms. Hart, why do you think yourself capable of being a spy?” It wasn’t a confrontation, just a question.
Suddenly flustered, she tried to regain her confident exterior. “I- I am fit and agile. I am decent at basic hand-to-hand combat, and concealing my emotions.” As she spoke, her voice grew calmer, more sure. “I am a quick learner, and if I disappear there is no one who will wonder where I am or miss me.”
Naomi had rehearsed this little speech with Seth beforehand. It wasn’t apparent if Horace liked what he heard or not- his face was utterly impassive.
“All very well and good,” he nodded. “But could you deal with being undercover? Maybe for months on end, deceiving everyone around you, and possibly having to kill the people you have grown close to, and then having to move on to another near-identical situation, year after year?”
Now that he put it that way, it sounded terrifying. Suddenly she wasn’t so sure. Could she?
“Yes,” Naomi lifted her head proudly. “Yes, I could.”
“Good,” he nodded, as if something else had been confirmed. “You’re in, for now. Seth and my second in command, Olive, will orient and train you.” Horace chuckled. “And Roxy, I have known you were there for this whole time. Come out now.”
To Naomi’s bewilderment, a small girl crawled from behind the heavy curtain, and ran up to the spymaster. She looked no older than ten or eleven, and had bright curly red hair and a smatter of freckles across her face. The girl peeked around Horace’s desk, staring curiously at Naomi.
That was when Naomi first considered maybe working with these people wouldn’t be too bad.
The room was spacious, with large windows that let in daylight. A man sat behind a large, mahogany desk. He looked up from a stack of papers when she and Seth walked in.
Calculating yellow eyes surveyed her. She shivered. Naomi was used to many men (and woman) ogling her, but that was different. Their eyes always followed a predictable pattern. This man didn’t seem to look at her exterior, but to appraise her courage and worth. For some reason, she found that infinitely more unpleasant. Maybe because it wasn’t admiring in the slightest.
Seth spoke first. “Horace, this woman is seeking employment hear.” His tone was loud, not so much in volume, but in attitude. It said that Seth was going to put up a fight if he didn’t get what he wanted.
“Ah yes,” the man’s voice had just a hint of a rasp that set her teeth on edge. “You were talking about her earlier. “Crystal Hart, right?”
She flinched. “How the hell…?” Naomi hissed. Seth shot her a look that said Remember what I told you? Ah yes, she did.
“And why are you so suddenly seeking new employment?” Horace asked.
“Horace,” hissed Seth. “I already told you why, no need to make her explain!”
Naomi held her breath, hoping he wouldn’t make her relive that… experience.
The spymaster nodded. “Very well. Your presence will not be needed here right now, Seth.” Seth glowered, but left, the door banging behind him. “But Ms. Hart, why do you think yourself capable of being a spy?” It wasn’t a confrontation, just a question.
Suddenly flustered, she tried to regain her confident exterior. “I- I am fit and agile. I am decent at basic hand-to-hand combat, and concealing my emotions.” As she spoke, her voice grew calmer, more sure. “I am a quick learner, and if I disappear there is no one who will wonder where I am or miss me.”
Naomi had rehearsed this little speech with Seth beforehand. It wasn’t apparent if Horace liked what he heard or not- his face was utterly impassive.
“All very well and good,” he nodded. “But could you deal with being undercover? Maybe for months on end, deceiving everyone around you, and possibly having to kill the people you have grown close to, and then having to move on to another near-identical situation, year after year?”
Now that he put it that way, it sounded terrifying. Suddenly she wasn’t so sure. Could she?
“Yes,” Naomi lifted her head proudly. “Yes, I could.”
“Good,” he nodded, as if something else had been confirmed. “You’re in, for now. Seth and my second in command, Olive, will orient and train you.” Horace chuckled. “And Roxy, I have known you were there for this whole time. Come out now.”
To Naomi’s bewilderment, a small girl crawled from behind the heavy curtain, and ran up to the spymaster. She looked no older than ten or eleven, and had bright curly red hair and a smatter of freckles across her face. The girl peeked around Horace’s desk, staring curiously at Naomi.
That was when Naomi first considered maybe working with these people wouldn’t be too bad.
DRAWING
by Mari, Grade 7, Memorial
BOB
Drawing by Tyler, Grade 9, Lebanon
MEMORIES
By Tatiana, Grade 8, Memorial
Old days never let me go
Are hard to forget
No matter what I do
No matter where I am
They always seem to catch up with me
I try to move on
But they just bring me back down
Even though I try to forget
The memories always bring tears to my eyes
She’s always in my mind
The way she laughed or smiled
The way she moved and breathed
I try to hide my feelings
It’s getting harder and harder
She won’t let me go
She stands by me as I walk forward
With no words in the air
All my life I would know
My sister is in heaven
SEASONS
By Bryce, Grade 8, Memorial
Seasons always go in order
Can’t wonder which one’s next
Winter makes it colder
Spring must be next
Get ready for blooming flowers
In March, April, and May
With all the rain and showers
Now it’s summer, hurray
It’s time for fun
Let’s go outside
Before the sun is done
And the plants start to die
Time to rake the leaves
Oh, how they fall, fall, fall
They come down from the trees
The bare trees never looked so tall
Just like before
It’s getting cooler
Close that door
Remember seasons go in order.
By Bryce, Grade 8, Memorial
Seasons always go in order
Can’t wonder which one’s next
Winter makes it colder
Spring must be next
Get ready for blooming flowers
In March, April, and May
With all the rain and showers
Now it’s summer, hurray
It’s time for fun
Let’s go outside
Before the sun is done
And the plants start to die
Time to rake the leaves
Oh, how they fall, fall, fall
They come down from the trees
The bare trees never looked so tall
Just like before
It’s getting cooler
Close that door
Remember seasons go in order.
SEASONS
By Justin, Grade 8, Memorial
Summer are dry but the
Falls are colorful and winters are
Cold, spring will come soon.
Summer makes me really hot,
Fall just makes me sick, winter is
Cold and string is warm.
Fall is weird but summers
Are fun, winter gets complicated and spring
Gets really wet and rainy.
By Justin, Grade 8, Memorial
Summer are dry but the
Falls are colorful and winters are
Cold, spring will come soon.
Summer makes me really hot,
Fall just makes me sick, winter is
Cold and string is warm.
Fall is weird but summers
Are fun, winter gets complicated and spring
Gets really wet and rainy.
CURIOUS
Drawing by McKenzie, Grade 12, Lebanon
A SISTER'S TOUCH
Drawing by Destiny, Grade 9, Lebanon
TWO POEMS
by Emily, Grade 8, Memorial
DIVORCE
Bound to love
And filled with hate
Once loved each other
Problem free
Papers filed
Rights
Screams
Once together
Now apart
THANKSGIVING
Laughter and fun
Card and board games
Food, love, sweet voices
Football, TV
Family time
Togther
1 day
1 week
1 month
Not enough
Family, family
Thank you
SERPENTINE
By Rhianna, Grade 8, Memorial
The river flows down to the sea
It detours by to visit me
I never ask the lord for much
But lord I’ll love to see the sun
The flood has come, the crops are gone now
The old man says he’ll make it somehow
His house is gone, he’s lost his land
But he still has time to lend a helping hand
Some levees failed again today
Another bridge been washed away
The people work all through the night
And in the morning lost the fight
By Rhianna, Grade 8, Memorial
The river flows down to the sea
It detours by to visit me
I never ask the lord for much
But lord I’ll love to see the sun
The flood has come, the crops are gone now
The old man says he’ll make it somehow
His house is gone, he’s lost his land
But he still has time to lend a helping hand
Some levees failed again today
Another bridge been washed away
The people work all through the night
And in the morning lost the fight
THE LONG FLIGHT HOME
By Bryce, Grade 8, Memorial
As the heat comes cold and the rain feels dry
Another day gone to waste and left behind
Fear and sympathy come together as one
The differences between men dealt with by guns
And as the sun settles down
Making the light erode
The men realize that this will be a long flight home
By Bryce, Grade 8, Memorial
As the heat comes cold and the rain feels dry
Another day gone to waste and left behind
Fear and sympathy come together as one
The differences between men dealt with by guns
And as the sun settles down
Making the light erode
The men realize that this will be a long flight home
NIGHT SKY
by Sarah, Grade 9, Lebanon
HAPPY BEES
Drawing by Gemma, Grade 12, Lebanon
EDITOR'S NOTE: In the tradition of Longfellow, Browning, Frost, and, more recently, Levine, next four poems are narrative poems - creative storytelling in a poetic form.
CHESS
By Sean Marie, Grade 8, Memorial
There’s a lone pawn, standing in the rain.
Left behind in the mud
Is all that remains
Of her home
Of her name
Of the oaths she swore in blood
To this tyrant’s game.
In a brighter time, she fancied herself a rook
Proud and strong and true
All the lives she took
Friends lost
Foundation shook
To the past she vowed not to look
In this desperate coup.
The future had been a path, long and straight and clear
Stretching out before her black and white
When there was only forward all she could hear
Was one more step
One more fight
One more assurance victory was near
To keep for one more sleepless night.
There never was a clear picture, of who was to blame
Was it worth the cost
And who deserved the shame.
In the end
In all the senseless pain
It was just another future lost
In this tyrant’s game.
THE HUNTRESS HAS FALLEN
By Tavyrn, Grade 8, Memorial
There had been 12 worthy hunters and huntresses who could
Have become great, but only one, the smallest huntress, would.
Taken away, over the mountains, along with her brother, where she,
The huntress, would hone her great skill
In her new home of cold rain.
Every day as she grew she hunted
Naturally camouflaged, her quarry never knew she was there
Until they were snapped in the huntress’s jaws.
While her brother slept, she hunted
The small scurrying rodents, only slightly smaller than she,
She killed three a day for all to see.
As the months flew by, she moved forward, the huntress
Could never find a challenger, until the day the black beast came.
It shrieked a challenge for the huntress to hear. It snapped
And squirmed and clawed, but the huntress was better in every way
And slew the squirming creature with one bite
And left it for all to gawk at.
Months passed as the huntress grew, yearning for a challenger
Worthy of her skill and strength.
But the huntress was not ready for the terrible form her new foe came in.
The feared black avian. With its beak of obsidian,
Its grasping talons and beating wings, the raven
Awaited her at her home. The terrible bird beat the huntress with its feathered wings.
But the huntress leapt skywards, and with an angered hiss
Raked the bird to the bone with her unsheathed claws.
Three years passed by, the huntress had completed her training.
Almost invincible to all creatures around her,
Until she found herself in the land of cold ice and snow.
The new home of hers with new found quarry.
The great hoofed creatures with their mighty antlers,
The majestic winged beasts with their mighty talons,
And most feared, the lord of this new icy land.
There was new hunting in the new land of ice,
The prey fought well, but with each battle, the huntress ceased their breath.
Until one day the huntress wandered away from the home of warmth,
Into the frost covered wood, in the shadow of night
Followed by the haunting eyes of the night birds.
The huntress finally found the clearing,
The moonlight domain of the lord of the ice.
She leaped inside towards the monstrous black shape
Of the frightening new foe she would face.
And as the lord of cold arose, with a thunderous roar,
Bored forward towards the ready huntress.
She clawed and bit, with great grace, but she was no match
For the pure power of this creature of darkness.
With one swipe, the huntress fell at the hands of the king of frost.
The last sight she saw, the moon high above,
Bathing her in light while the lord thundered forwards.
As the huntress waited for the king to finish her.
A new ray of light shafted before her.
Down came a huntress like none before, her bow drawn with an arrow of pure moonlight
Aimed at the lord’s cold head.
And with a snap, the moon huntress’s arrow flew into the icy lord.
And he fell into the nothingness of the snow.
The great huntress turned to her great subject, as the moonlight took both with it
Back to the kingdom of the great huntress.
By Tavyrn, Grade 8, Memorial
There had been 12 worthy hunters and huntresses who could
Have become great, but only one, the smallest huntress, would.
Taken away, over the mountains, along with her brother, where she,
The huntress, would hone her great skill
In her new home of cold rain.
Every day as she grew she hunted
Naturally camouflaged, her quarry never knew she was there
Until they were snapped in the huntress’s jaws.
While her brother slept, she hunted
The small scurrying rodents, only slightly smaller than she,
She killed three a day for all to see.
As the months flew by, she moved forward, the huntress
Could never find a challenger, until the day the black beast came.
It shrieked a challenge for the huntress to hear. It snapped
And squirmed and clawed, but the huntress was better in every way
And slew the squirming creature with one bite
And left it for all to gawk at.
Months passed as the huntress grew, yearning for a challenger
Worthy of her skill and strength.
But the huntress was not ready for the terrible form her new foe came in.
The feared black avian. With its beak of obsidian,
Its grasping talons and beating wings, the raven
Awaited her at her home. The terrible bird beat the huntress with its feathered wings.
But the huntress leapt skywards, and with an angered hiss
Raked the bird to the bone with her unsheathed claws.
Three years passed by, the huntress had completed her training.
Almost invincible to all creatures around her,
Until she found herself in the land of cold ice and snow.
The new home of hers with new found quarry.
The great hoofed creatures with their mighty antlers,
The majestic winged beasts with their mighty talons,
And most feared, the lord of this new icy land.
There was new hunting in the new land of ice,
The prey fought well, but with each battle, the huntress ceased their breath.
Until one day the huntress wandered away from the home of warmth,
Into the frost covered wood, in the shadow of night
Followed by the haunting eyes of the night birds.
The huntress finally found the clearing,
The moonlight domain of the lord of the ice.
She leaped inside towards the monstrous black shape
Of the frightening new foe she would face.
And as the lord of cold arose, with a thunderous roar,
Bored forward towards the ready huntress.
She clawed and bit, with great grace, but she was no match
For the pure power of this creature of darkness.
With one swipe, the huntress fell at the hands of the king of frost.
The last sight she saw, the moon high above,
Bathing her in light while the lord thundered forwards.
As the huntress waited for the king to finish her.
A new ray of light shafted before her.
Down came a huntress like none before, her bow drawn with an arrow of pure moonlight
Aimed at the lord’s cold head.
And with a snap, the moon huntress’s arrow flew into the icy lord.
And he fell into the nothingness of the snow.
The great huntress turned to her great subject, as the moonlight took both with it
Back to the kingdom of the great huntress.
THINK OF THE CONSEQUENCES
A creative ballad/rap song
by B
Go behind the Busy-Mart
You meet up with Bart.
He hands you a bag,
You give some cash back.
Slip into the men’s room …,
Come out of the restroom
With your eyes bloodshot
And you’re fried like a tater-tot.
Your heart’s acceleratin’
While all of us just keep hattin’
All of us tripin’
‘cause you go by skipin’.
Try to get to class fast.
Teacher says, “Recess still hasn’t even past.”
Oh wait … you receive a test.
You can’t take the stress
And you make a mess.
You leave the room
While your teacher gets a broom.
You head for the locker room,
Grab your spandex,
Now you start to flex.
You take a couple laps
But, oh no, you fall/collapse.
you wake up in a hospital gown.
Po po’s looking at you with a frown.
According to the Doc
You had enough weed in you to kill a flock
Of six female whales.
Now you’re in jail
Waiting for someone to pay the bail
But your heart can’t take no more.
(tum, tum…tum, tum…tum…tum…)
You should’ve thought of the consequences.
A creative ballad/rap song
by B
Go behind the Busy-Mart
You meet up with Bart.
He hands you a bag,
You give some cash back.
Slip into the men’s room …,
Come out of the restroom
With your eyes bloodshot
And you’re fried like a tater-tot.
Your heart’s acceleratin’
While all of us just keep hattin’
All of us tripin’
‘cause you go by skipin’.
Try to get to class fast.
Teacher says, “Recess still hasn’t even past.”
Oh wait … you receive a test.
You can’t take the stress
And you make a mess.
You leave the room
While your teacher gets a broom.
You head for the locker room,
Grab your spandex,
Now you start to flex.
You take a couple laps
But, oh no, you fall/collapse.
you wake up in a hospital gown.
Po po’s looking at you with a frown.
According to the Doc
You had enough weed in you to kill a flock
Of six female whales.
Now you’re in jail
Waiting for someone to pay the bail
But your heart can’t take no more.
(tum, tum…tum, tum…tum…tum…)
You should’ve thought of the consequences.
ROSE BUSH TRIMMER
By Alex, Grade 8, Memorial
You see him walk
To the bush.
Pulling out scissors,
He cuts his hair.
And all goes red.
He reaches for the first
Misses and falls on top.
Screaming out loud,
He yelps and moans.
Hurting himself, not the bush.
Standing up straight,
He dusts himself off.
Next he grabs his gloves,
Slips one on,
And drops the other in the rose bush.
He braces himself,
Dives right in.
Weeps and cries and pulls the glove out.
Tossing the gloves to the ground
The Rose Bush Trimmer has had his last.
Pulling out his most strong clippers,
The Rose Bush Trimmer cuts the whole bush.
He cuts and saws until there’s no more.
Then he throws it, throws it far.
Beyond the house, beyond the hill, beyond the sun.
By Alex, Grade 8, Memorial
You see him walk
To the bush.
Pulling out scissors,
He cuts his hair.
And all goes red.
He reaches for the first
Misses and falls on top.
Screaming out loud,
He yelps and moans.
Hurting himself, not the bush.
Standing up straight,
He dusts himself off.
Next he grabs his gloves,
Slips one on,
And drops the other in the rose bush.
He braces himself,
Dives right in.
Weeps and cries and pulls the glove out.
Tossing the gloves to the ground
The Rose Bush Trimmer has had his last.
Pulling out his most strong clippers,
The Rose Bush Trimmer cuts the whole bush.
He cuts and saws until there’s no more.
Then he throws it, throws it far.
Beyond the house, beyond the hill, beyond the sun.
BRADY
Drawing by Georgia, Grade 10, Lebanon
YOUR DAYS UPON THE BOULEVARD
By Rhianna, Grade 8. Memorial
Yours days upon the boulevard
You realize they’re coming to an end
One day you’re gonna wake up to find
You’ve made the turn
You’ve gone around the bend
You’ve gotta be strong
You’ve gotta keep movin’ on
The boulevard is all you’ve known
Look at all the time that’s gone
It’s time that you be movin’ on
Your days upon the boulevard are gone
You had your turn, it’s time for something new
You play upon the freeway now
Take advantage of the things it gives you
You gotta be strong
You gotta keep movin’ on
The boulevard is all you’ve known
Look at all the time that’s gone
It’s time that you be movin’ on
The boulevard is all you’ve known
Look at all the time that’s gone
It’s time that you be movin’ on
EMPTINESS CONSUMES THE MIND
By Bryce, Grade 8, Memorial
Emptiness consumes the mind,
Dragging you down until you feel nothing.
Like a cold breeze flowing through a hot day,
Unable to fit in.
Rain falls on enjoyable minds for attention,
Inducing sorrow and pity.
By Bryce, Grade 8, Memorial
Emptiness consumes the mind,
Dragging you down until you feel nothing.
Like a cold breeze flowing through a hot day,
Unable to fit in.
Rain falls on enjoyable minds for attention,
Inducing sorrow and pity.
POEM
By Joni, Grade 8, Memorial
As I walk to school the cold breeze seems to find its way into my jacket…
The trees the trees that were once beautiful with shades of red and orange are now bare and grey…
The sounds of fall leave under my feet the whisper of the wind passing by …
Remind me that winter will soon arrive…
Snow will appear and children will be there…
Laughing and grinning ear to ear…
With mittens on and hot cocoa in their hands they will play in this winter wonder land…
I’ll be there too but in the distance standing by the old tree because it reminds me of me…
Once beautiful but now gray every one passing by not a hi or hey…
By Joni, Grade 8, Memorial
As I walk to school the cold breeze seems to find its way into my jacket…
The trees the trees that were once beautiful with shades of red and orange are now bare and grey…
The sounds of fall leave under my feet the whisper of the wind passing by …
Remind me that winter will soon arrive…
Snow will appear and children will be there…
Laughing and grinning ear to ear…
With mittens on and hot cocoa in their hands they will play in this winter wonder land…
I’ll be there too but in the distance standing by the old tree because it reminds me of me…
Once beautiful but now gray every one passing by not a hi or hey…
DOG
Drawing by Shantell, Grade 10, Lebanon
CHILDHOOD
By Julissa, Grade 8, Memorial
Wasn’t it nice when you were young.
Everything was fun and you had a blast.
All the little kids would sing their favorite song,
And no matter what you did you would leave it to the past.
Always having good time, playing around
Hopping to classes making loud sounds.
Getting into trouble once or twice,
Sticking your tongue on ice.
Doodling weird random stuff,
And saying you were tough.
Jumping up and down on the bed,
Marking the floor with lead.
Throwing everything on the floor,
And eating some more.
Hugging your teddy bear for bedtime,
And rolling a dime.
Getting your finger all sticky with glue,
Looking up at the sky which is blue.
Oh, those days.
Where we used to run free.
How we wish to be back in those days,
Just like those birds, oh I wish I was me.
Today all we do is work, work, work,
Finding the way to buy our meat or pork.
All day long we stress,
And everything is a mess.
Using new vocabulary words,
Getting yourself wrapped around cords.
Having to mop the floor,
And always fixing the door.
Eating the right amount of food,
And always behaving good.
Saving all the dimes you can find,
Plus having lots of stuff in your mind.
Always feeling really blue,
And having no clue.
Wasn’t it nice when you were young
Everything was fun and you had a blast.
All the little kids would sing their favorite song,
And no matter what you did you would leave it to the past.
FAIRY TALES
By Malerie, Grade 8, Memorial
The ones based on Cinderella
Her searching for that handsome fella.
Dreams worth waiting for.
Wild and free,
So much more.
Big ball gowns,
Dragging across the ground,
Prince Charming may soon be found.
All bedazzled up,
From head to toe,
Clock strikes mid-night,
It’s time to go.
Her mind goes blank,
Her heart sank.
Now …
Not all fairy tales come true.
More to less,
Just a few.
Now Cinderella has found her prince,
All that’s left,
Is that mid-night kiss.
By Malerie, Grade 8, Memorial
The ones based on Cinderella
Her searching for that handsome fella.
Dreams worth waiting for.
Wild and free,
So much more.
Big ball gowns,
Dragging across the ground,
Prince Charming may soon be found.
All bedazzled up,
From head to toe,
Clock strikes mid-night,
It’s time to go.
Her mind goes blank,
Her heart sank.
Now …
Not all fairy tales come true.
More to less,
Just a few.
Now Cinderella has found her prince,
All that’s left,
Is that mid-night kiss.
CAT
Drawing by Robert, Grade 10, Lebanon
FEELINGS
By Julissa, Grade 8, Memorial
To have feeling means to sense with emotion.
To feel love, pain, anger…
Something that comes deep from
Inside of you.
To express to your loved ones,
A smile on a face can determine the feeling.
Feelings are everything for us,
Without them we couldn’t show
What we feel for others.
Anger is shown on people we dislike,
Happiness is shown on people we love.
Every feeling is a part of us,
Our image,
Our personality.
There’s lots of feelings out there
But the one I love the most is
“love”.
The good feelings,
The ones that make me proud,
The ones that make my inside bright.
Our hearts are full of love
A very strong warm of feelings.
People that had rough times
Might feel really sorrowful,
People that had bad experience with other people might feel hate.
A bad feel is not bad,
Every feeling is shown for who
We are.
If you had a bad day you might
Feel unpleasant.
If you had a good day you might
Feel cheerful.
There has not been a day without feelings,
If there would be a day without
Feelings then it wouldn’t be life.
Every day different feelings are shown,
From the moment you see some one
And from the last second you see them.
There can’t be a second without feelings
Because feelings are your sense
Of emotions,
Your image,
Your personality,
The person who you are.
POEM
By Baylie, Grade 8, Memorial
Benevolent
Awesome
Young
Loud
Intelligent
Everlasting
Tall
Royal
Amazing
Vigor
Invincible
Strong
Laughable
Outgoing
Observant
Neat
Educated
Youthful
MODERN WARFARE 3
By Pedro, Grade 8, Memorial
Modern warfare 3 the sound of guns out the TV into my ear
Everyone likes the way everything looks from its case to its
Game better than black ops everyone across the world plays
This game to level up and get more stuff to beat everyone.
I WISH I COULD GO OUT AND PLAY
By Madelynne, Grade 8, Memorial
My teacher Mrs. Moetry
Said we had to write a poem
But I’m no good at poetry,
I’d rather just go home.
I don’t know what to write about,
I wish I could go and play.
I really hope the time runs out,
So the bell can end the school day.
I have to write a poem real soon,
If I want to get an A plus.
Why is my teacher such a loon?
This assignment is making me fuss!
The bell will ring without a doubt,
It looks like I’m in a jam.
Hey, I know what I will write about,
How horrible a poet I am!
POEMS ARE THING I CANNOT WRITE
by Emily, Grade 8, Memorial
Poems are things I can not write
because I can't write what's in my
mind.
hunting is my obsession it is my
friend, I know it will never give
up on me, or never not be my
best friend.
by Emily, Grade 8, Memorial
Poems are things I can not write
because I can't write what's in my
mind.
hunting is my obsession it is my
friend, I know it will never give
up on me, or never not be my
best friend.
WHO KNOWS?
By Rhianna, Grade 8, Memorial
Who knows what the weather will be?
Cold as painful snow
Or hot as a volcano’s blow
Whoever knows?
By Rhianna, Grade 8, Memorial
Who knows what the weather will be?
Cold as painful snow
Or hot as a volcano’s blow
Whoever knows?
THE END
By Bailey, Grade 8, Memorial
Screams of pain coming out of the pouring rain
I mumble the word death under my breath
I knew it was wrong but I tagged along
This is the end my friend.
By Bailey, Grade 8, Memorial
Screams of pain coming out of the pouring rain
I mumble the word death under my breath
I knew it was wrong but I tagged along
This is the end my friend.
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