MPitS - Fort Bragg High School

MPitS

Fort Bragg High School
2009/2010

True Fun, Real Fun

My life is a wild
tornado of joy and
laughter. My true country is
where it is winter
all the time.

Just me and my
board criss-cross
and sometimes
CRASH.
Become one with
the mountain
flying through
the air.

A run away steam
roller from Texas
A tiger
fast ball
roller coaster
ride of adrenaline.
True fun, real
fun.

Emmanuel
Grade 9, Fort Bragg HS
Karen Lewis, Poet Teacher

My Zone

All you can hear is cheering
your butterflies build up
you wipe the sweat off your face
Pressure. . .Pressure is coming
All tied up
With only one chance
Have to give it all you got
You stare at that line,
then start your routine
You shoot. . .
And miss.
The crowd and team is disappointed in you.
All you say after the game is
I gave it all, but just didn’t have enough.

Mariah
Grade 9, Fort Bragg HS
Karen Lewis, Poet Teacher

What It Feels Like

Bottom of the ninth
two outs, the count is full
I catch the ball
walk to the mound, kick a little dirt
Bases loaded
The score is three to two, us
The pressure is on
All I can do is think: is it going to be a strike?
All I can do is wind up and throw the ball
Dead silence
I see the bat swing around
Suddenly I hear the sound of the ball hitting
the catcher’s mitt
I did it. I struck him out.
Game over.
That’s what it feels like.

Brad
Grade 9, Fort Bragg HS
Karen Lewis, Poet Teacher

My Life the Way I Wish it Was

I live in the forest
With the wildness of it all
The way the breeze blows through the trees
The hummingbirds are singing like angels
The love of nature runs through my veins
It rushes.
The way the animals whisper their hearts’ desires.
It is at peace in the forest.
As my mother before me,
I love the forest.
It speaks to me –
and I speak back to
it also.

HannahGrade 9, Fort Bragg HS
Karen Lewis, Poet Teacher

Ants

Little tiny people
They’re scurrying around as best they can
Covered in black
They’ll crawl over everything

They’re scurrying around as best they can
Doing everything they can to make us go crazy
They’ll crawl over everything
including cake and cookies

Doing everything they can to Make us go crazy
Eating everything
Including cake and cookies
They’re brining crumbs home to their friends

Eating everything
Marching in scattered black lines
They’re bringing crumbs home to their friends
Back into their temple

Marching in scattered black lines
They scurrying around as best as they can
Back into their temple
Little, tiny people.

Che
Grade 9, Fort Bragg HS
Karen Lewis, Poet Teacher

Peace and Violence
April 2010

Coal mine rescue
Guns firing in Afghanistan
Someone playing at the beach
Someone sleeping across the world

Guns firing in Afghanistan
Guns firing in our homeland
Someone sleeping across the world
Someone being married

Guns firing in our homeland
Someone writing a poem in a different country
Someone being married
People who are arguing

Someone writing a poem in a different country
Someone fishing in peace
People who are arguing
A child laughing

Someone fishing in peace
Coal mine rescue
A child laughing
Guns firing in Afghanistan.

Jeffrey F.
Grade 9, Fort Bragg HS
Karen Lewis, Poet Teacher

Tapping Feet

Look
for
me
my on
my feet the
arms tapping hard
like gently cold
seaweed, my floor
so legs
so elegant move
happy in like
going that a
everything with flowery gazelle,
so my skirt
calm imagination and
I like tights,
come butterflies
from kissing
DANCE! me,

Sierra G
Grade 9, Fort Bragg HS
Karen Lewis, Poet Teacher

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