As the end of the school year approaches, please enjoy the final eighth grade post. In the following poem, Brearly S. presents deep thoughts into the topic of silence.
Peacefully, softly, tranquilly.
Water falling fast,
Blues, greens, teals show
as the sun shines
its bright rays
so quiet, so peaceful
The scene so quiet. The only thing heard
is the soft pitter-patter,
as water hits water.
So quiet as if
in its own bubble with all outside noises
Even the people who come
make little noise
almost as if they were afraid to disturb it,
As if the whole thing would shatter
with the smallest noise
by Brearly S., Grade 8
|Artwork by Gillian S., Grade 8|