The cherry trees are blooming, and so are our ideas! We are thrilled to say that we have too many poems for just one post this month, so look for a second one shortly. Today, after school, students will be enjoying a Poetry Slam with Holicong's Writing club, run by Miss Slotterback. We hope to have many stories from this event to share!
to the person who will someday love me
to the person who will someday love me:
here’s some things you should know. not the basic
stuff, the generic stuff, but the smaller stuff.
take note.
i love to vitamin water, specifically the açaí-blueberry
flavor.
i love saxophone music.
i love the idea of sitting at the top of an empty
holicong auditorium and singing my soprano heart out.
i love the moon in the darkness of the night and
walking down city streets in the glow of streetlamps.
i love walking up to sunny saturday mornings, when i
peek through my drapes to find the sun shining over the backyard.
i love overcast spring days and watching the sun set.
i love riding my bike through the endlessly paved
streets of cold spring hunt.
i love the smell of freshly cut grass and i’m happier
after a hug.
i love walking through the woods behind my cousin’s
house and lying on their trampoline to look up at the trees.
i love walking down the cape may boardwalk at night
and smelling the fresh salty air off the sea.
and i’ll love you, whoever you turn out to be.
by Kate M., Grade 8
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| Artwork by Audrey H., Grade 9 |
Fortnite
It
has everything,
It’s
doing the most
A
whole bunch of colors,
People
doing emotes.
I
hit a loot lama,
Give
me the mats
There
are a lot of try-hards,
They
build really fast.
I
open the item shop
It’s
the game’s crux,
I
see a cool skin,
1800
V-Bucks.
Renegade
Raider
Was
the name,
Rumor
has it
It’s
the rarest skin in the game.
I
get in the game
I’m
on a bus
Everyone
looks at me,
They’re
all acting sus.
I’m
playing with my friend,
He’s
talking on the mic,
We’re
in creative mode,
It’s
a never-ending fight.
I’m
cranking 90s
on
his head,
In
about 10 seconds,
he
was dead.
It
was the last circle,
The
storm’s coming in,
I
started shooting him,
He
has my same skin.
His
building broke,
There’s
no going back,
I
shot him from the high ground,
My
aim started to lack.
My
teammate died,
He
said it was my fault,
he
probably would’ve won,
if
he wasn’t such a default.
*
I
haven’t played in a while,
This
lovely old game,
I
forgot the feeling it brings me,
It’s
never a shame.
The
new season just dropped,
Everything
is new,
New
skins with hats, sweatshirts, pants,
But
no Honey Boo Boo.
There
are new dirt bikes,
The
design is very sick,
New
black wheels
And
the different color paint is slick.
I
need the battle pass,
Or
else I will have depression,
I
got a Fortnite tutor
I’m
excited for our session.
There’s
a new shotgun
It’s
called the Thunder Pump
I
used to be bad at Fortnite
But
I got out of that slump.
They
brought back the almighty weapon
Its
name, The Scar, best gun in the game
Everyone
I kill
Cries
with shame
The
new map is floating in space
With
islands around it
Will
we ever be on them?
by Ryan W., Grade 7
gamer tag: AREyouG00D
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| Artwork by Ali D., Grade 7 |
Not
Yesterday, Nor Tomorrow
Today.
Today,
it’s awfully sunny.
Yesterday
wasn’t
and
nobody can say what tomorrow will be.
Today, it’s not too hot, or too cold
It’s just today.
Because it’s just today.
Not yesterday, nor
tomorrow
It’s just today.
Sometimes,
I hate
today.
Sometimes,
I love
today.
Sometimes,
it feels
like yesterday.
Sometimes,
tomorrow
will feel like today.
Sometimes,
the sun
is too bright.
And I just want to choke it with my
blanket, hiding myself.
I think I hide from today
often.
Today is terribly bright.
Today might rain.
But it doesn’t
matter, it’s just today.
Not yesterday, nor
tomorrow.
Just today.
Just
Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday.
Just today.
Just one day…
One day today will
end for me.
But for now,
it’s just today.
Just
today.
by Ellana
K., Grade 7
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| Artwork by Ava S., Grade 8 |
Bored
thoughts of an unimaginable being
Get lost
in the lines
Of those
corduroy pants
And
follow the flare
Of that
green plaid sweater
Swallow
the squeak
Of the
brown leather shoes
And cry
at the body attached
by Nia
H., Grade 9
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| Artwork by Lisa T., Grade 9 |
