We are starting something new this year: a monthly routine of posting work from all three grades.
Each month, on the seventh of the month, expect something new written by a seventh-grader. Eighth-graders dominate the eighth of the month, ninth-graders own the ninth.
We look forward to a productive and creative year on our magazine, and we hope you will use the email subscription box on our home page to follow our journey.
Look for changes to the appearance of our magazine coming soon with the help of editors and after-school club members!
Here is our first seventh-grade poem of the year, a poem about memories and lakefronts and the eye of an artist.
A clean slate
A blank canvas
A searing summer day
In the dying days of a season once new
The lake screaming out our names
Yearning to be used
Glistening sapphire-blue water
The paints for my summer masterpiece
We slice cleanly into the water
Like a warm knife through butter
Heavenly golden rays of sun pour down through a minute puncture in the clouds
Drenching everything in blinding sunlight
Bringing the temperature to a boil
Casting shadows within the painting
The murmur of voice sizzles away
Into the fresh air
Nature surrounds us on all sides
Adding a green tint to my composition
Standing up at last
Propelling myself forward
Baking in the sun
I jump into the seemingly frigid water
Stirring up the lake
I scoop myself onto the board
Lying down again
My hand drifting through the water
Chills coarse through me
A sign of seasons to come
A blank canvas no longer
A work of art complete
by Liam M.
|artwork by Isabel A. |