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.
Complete
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
Blood-red
boards
Family
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
Bliss
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.
Grade 7
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| artwork by Isabel A. Grade 7 |
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