To help us all pull through to the spring, we submit to you a few good poems and works of art to consider and enjoy.
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| Artwork by Dylan H., Grade 7 |
When I Was the Greatest
When I was the Greatest,
I could hold up the world,
Hold it in my palm,
And watch the children frolic and play.
When I was the Greatest,
I could do anything.
Push the boulders, skip the pebbles,
And watch the never-ending glory.
But when you left,
Slipping out of the front door, and away.
Like the sun, over the horizon.
I could only watch the stars appear
Far away…
As I close my eyes.
When I am the Greatest,
I will hold up the world.
Hold it with both of my hands
And listen to the cries of despair.
When I am the Greatest,
I will do everything.
Break the boulders, gather the pebbles,
And feel the never-ending burdens.
When you come back,
Walking in through the front door,
Like the sun, over the horizon,
I will always watch it shine brighter,
For me…
by Charley W., Grade 9
Title inspired by Jason Reynolds
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| Artwork by Clare P., Grade 9 |
What I am For
I am for
late nights on weekends,
Up talking
and laughing,
Going to bed
late and smiling.
I am for
weekends of excitement,
A small,
sweet taste of freedom
In a sea of
salty work
I am for
traveling and sightseeing,
Being a
tourist in new places,
Adventures
await at each stop along the way.
I am for
bright sunshine,
Dimness and
sweet moonshine glow,
Puddles of
light in precious drips and drops.
I am for
waking up early
At the
jarring sound of an alarm,
Not wasting
a second of the day.
I am for laughing
and joking
All of the
time,
Milky-white
teeth always showing.
I am for
games and relaxation,
The
shuffling of cards,
The thrill
of striving to win.
This is what
I am for.
by Faith C., Grade 9
after the poem "Silver-Lined Heart" by Taylor Mali
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| Artwork by Noah B., Grade 8 |
an unfortunate circumstance
I imagine a boy
crouched upon the curb
staring into a puddle
its waters dark and dulled
He sits in a city
large and daunting
its tall, grey watchmen
laughing
The boy pokes the water
it ripples
and its surface clears for just a moment
stirred
Time passes
the silt settles
and the boy gets up
and leaves
by Jackson S., Grade 9
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