Monday, May 21, 2012

Farewell to the Seven Viewers

To the devout (seven) subscribers to Sevenatenine:

Our faithful viewers, we fare thee well
As summer draws us near
And to the ocean, we see the swells
And ice cream men we hear
Alas, with summer comes the end
Of another lengthy school year
And with its conclusion, too we see
A scarce few will shed their tears
A fond goodbye we send
As they depart the halls with glee
Thus, Sevenatenine has reached another end
To freedom now we flee
Have a great July, and August, too
Of popsicles, pandemonium, pools
Poetry, prose, something new
Read a book and please stay cool

Monday, May 14, 2012

Capture the Painting

To honor the work of the creative artists of Holicong, Sevenatenine has chosen to publish a drawing as a prompt for writers with the unavoidable writers' block. The following sketch was made by Maddy G., eight grader, entitled The Willow. Use the vivacious colors and delicate shading to be inspired in any form of writing - enjoy! Also, for all of our dedicated viewers, please consider visiting this week's Spring Arts Festival, full of promising artwork just like Maddy's. We hope to see you there!

Monday, May 7, 2012

Literary Inspiration

Sevenatenine has found yet another set of poems inspired by famous works of literature, featuring a wide range of genres and topics. Enjoy the writers' interpretations of the novels in their own forms of poetry!


I’ve fallen in love
I’ve fallen into dreamland
He’s magnetic
He’s dangerous
He makes me forget
I miss my life
It’s tough
It’s compelling
Some things I see clearly
While others a misunderstanding
I’m screaming
Trying to wake up
I’m sorry
This is real
This is making me oblivious
It’s made me withdrawn
It’s made me different
With or without is a problem
Stay; go
Love; hate
Which way?

By Claire A., 7th grade
Based on Dreamland

Imperfect Utopia

High expectations
Always striving to be perfect.
You are a model of perfection,
A shining example.  It’s a disguise.
But no one knows,
You are controlled.
Nothing can stop the exposure.
Trying, trying, trying,
Fighting, fighting, fighting
To stop.
You cannot stop loved ones,
They are forever gone.
There is no disobeying.
A terrible life you are forced
To enjoy.

By Ana P., 7th grade
Based on Candor