2007/2008
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Mendocino Middle School 2007/2008 |
Drifting
White fluff drifts through the air
Jelly fish in the bright blue ocean of the sky
Children laze in the break zone
A sneaker wave of heat crashes over their heads
A tree of deep red seaweed shelters sour glistening jewels
The shade pulsates, here, then gone,
Hidden from our searching eyes.
Our feet, living creatures encaged
Long to run free, pounding on the ground,
Dreams of deep chartreuse
Thoughts of palest yellow
Marigold music
Onion paper
My mind
Going wild,
with words.
Michelle McMillan
7th Grade, Mendocino Middle School
Karen Lewis, Poet Teacher
The Truth
When someone tells me the truth
I slip in to the shadows
wishing it was morning
and it was a dream.
But, no, it wasn't,
so I have to stand
and face the truth
no matter how bad
it hurts.
Mike Spradlin
7th Grade, Mendocino Middle School
Karen Lewis, Poet Teacher
i want to know why domestic violence
is alive on our wonderful, beautiful
coast land. i want to know how we
the people can just look through these
things as though they are invisible, that
they don't matter, will never
matter, to tell these people that they
are worthless in our eyes. we pride ourselves
"we love our children," yet no one does
anything about these horrible
atrocious crimes. when a 14 year old
boy has had enough of his sister being bet
for no apparent reason, and believing
this person when he says he's sorry
one shot, and it is gone
this person he despises
he will be tried as an
adult because no one
cared enough
his sister blames him
for killing who she loved
Xochil Goretsky
7th Grade, Mendocino Middle School
Karen Lewis, Poet Teacher
I am Not Who You Think I am
I am not who you think I am. . .
I am alone in a world full of people . . .
I am sad in a world full of happy . . .
I am fake when people push me down. . .
I am fading into the darkness. . .
Fading, fading fading . . .
I am scared inside and out and
I am a cover on a girl with 14 years
of pages.
Shaylynn Lockhart
8th Grade, Mendocino Middle School
Karen Lewis, Poet Teacher
H E A T
May 15, 2008
It is really hot
I feel like I'm burning
I wish it was cool
It is too hot
I feel like I'm burning
It is as hot as the sun
It is too hot
The sun is beating down on me
It is as hot as the sun
The heat is wearing me down
The sun is beating down on me
I'm going to catch on fire
The heat is wearing me down
I'm going to die
I'm going to catch on fire
I feel like it's 3000 degrees
I'm going to die
It is really hot
I feel like it is 3000 degrees
I wish it were cool.
Leo Kalina
7th Grade, Mendocino Middle School
Karen Lewis, Poet Teacher
Bird Words
fly, flew, sliding through the sky, these are bird words
soar, glide, wind, air, the bird takes off, gliding
gently on a current of air
through the sky
its wings flutter gently in the breeze
diving down into the sea
the bird grabs a fish in its sharp claws
the bird is graceful, spinning for sheer joy,
it flies through the skies
around the world.
Corwin Zekley
6th Grade, Mendocino Middle School
Karen Lewis, Poet Teacher
Wonderful Silence
Finally I'm alone
Golden leaves crunch
Beneath my feet
As I slowly walk the trail
I've walked a million times.
This time seems different
The air is crisp and cold
Against my skin.
A hidden bird sings a sweet song
The trees above me dance...
as the morning wind picks up.
I'm almost home now,
I see our dark brown house
Between the leaves
The trail ends...
I'm in our yard
The screeching of little children
I'm in the real world now,
Goodbye nature and forest.
Ava Puntillo
6th Grade, Mendocino Middle School
Karen Lewis, Poet Teacher
Journey of a Feather
The wind picks me up,
and then I gently flutter down.
I land on a cloud,
but then I'm swept up again.
I twirl and swirl,
the wind's energy taking me over.
I land on a wave,
and bob up and down
with the motion of the sea
with specks of salt still stuck to me.
I am swept away again.
I land on the beach,
a place to rest as I listen to the waves
lapping at the shore.
The sun is warm,
and a breeze floats by,
not quite strong enough to pick me up
again.
A child picks me up.
I hear her laugh,
like the tinkling of bells.
She takes me home,
where I can rest,
no breeze to carry me away.
Shanti Marcello
6th Grade, Mendocino Middle School
Karen Lewis, Poet Teacher
Hunters
eagles hunt the water's surface
owls hunt the darkened ground
lions hunt the grassy plains
leopards hunt the forest's floor
anteaters hunt the dusty mounds
snakes hunt all around
predator animals hunt every day,
everywhere, all around
Drew Fields
8th Grade, Mendocino Middle School
Karen Lewis, Poet Teacher
(Untitled)
I have a flash back, from when I was younger.
What my motivation for my art is
And where it can lead me
It could make me famous,
or it could make me poor.
I could reach the top
or fall to the bottom.
I could laugh with joy
or I could cry with sadness
I admit I had no choice
from the very start it was decided
I am an artist.
Alexandra Scott
7th Grade, Mendocino Middle School
Karen Lewis, Poet Teacher
Once an ocean of bark and
leaves
A utopia of animals and
trees
An ancient forest
Until a shadow grew across
the land
A world touched by human
hands
Day turned to Night
The new world void of light.
Flowers turned to ash.
The lonely cry of a swallow
Emptiness filled with sorrow
A stump, what could have been
A seed, what should have been
The majesty of Death
They cycle of Life
Leaves slowly falling
The wind calling.
Niko Gomez
8th Grade, Mendocino Middle School
Karen Lewis, Poet Teacher
Party Tonight
Move around, make some noise
There is a party here, we'll rock the joint
Get on the floor, don't be shy
We're all friends here, have fun tonight
Dance around, move your feet
Just try to move to the beat
The black light is on; Hope you wore white
You better have fun at my party tonight
Have fun here, grab a friend
I won't judge you, not now, not at the end
Everybody come together now
We're all friends here, have fun tonight
We're all here, show me your moves
There's a contest for the best dance moves
Move your body with the beat
You're gonna have fun at my party tonight
The party's done; the last song's finished
Everyone's leaving, now I've got to clean this up
Don't worry; there'll be another party
We're all friends here; we had fun tonight.
Jacob Garcia
8th Grade, Mendocino Middle School
Karen Lewis, Poet Teacher
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