2005/2006
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Point Arena Charter School 2005/2006 |
Memories of My Life
I remember
I remember the first time I rode a horse
sitting in the leather saddle
on the little pony's back
so smooth and comforting
I remember playing in the golden sun out in the apricot tree
it was like picking stars out of the night sky
I remember tasting sugary donuts
walking down the street feeling that someone was following me
watching me
but no one was there
I remember riding my two wheeler
crashing into walls, getting cuts and scrapes
only to get on again for the same result
I remember watching my mom get hurt
so many times it felt as if I was getting hurt too
so many times my heart stopped hoping it wasn't so bad
I remember when our dog died
seems like so long ago, but it might have been yesterday
he walked right out of my life without saying goodbye
wishing he could come back
I remember building our new house, saying it will be done
tomorrow, next week, month, year
it felt like forever
I remember so many things but can't write them down
they're stuck in my head, floating
not ready to come out
I remember
Jennifer Kronk
7-8 class, Pacific Community Charter School
Blake More, Poet Teacher
So Many Things I Remember
I remember hearing stories about when my great grandpa walked away without a trace
his son was only seven
I remember Easters with my uncle
I remember the day my uncle passed away
I remember remember when my Uncle's father died
and I remember when my mother cried
I remember his face as he lay in the coffin
so covered in makeup he didn't seem like himself
I remember the taste of the sweet grapefruit in my grandma's backyard
I remember waking up in darkness
and not knowing where I was
I remember twelve hour car rides
I remember laying in the sun
I remember so many things
this was only one
Julia W
7-8 class, Pacific Community Charter School
Blake More, Poet Teacher
Shining
I wish I were a mirror with a thin silver frame
and a big shinning reflective oval
knowing people's secrets
like that patch of discolored skin on their stomach
the amount of cover up they use to hide their imperfections
the color their eyes really are beneath those contacts
what they want to say to the person they love
but will never be able to
how nervous they are about their graduation speech
how much they really hate their "bestfriend"
sitting silently
understanding everything
until I crack in half
and fall apart
with the stress of all the secrets I have to keep
but at least they won't be my own
Katie R
7-8 class, Pacific Community Charter School
Blake More, Poet Teacher
Chaotic Serenity
Company with purple pansted people
differently similar shoes
boots bursting with feeling and a heart
rollerblades with orange wheels
different people sharing thoughts
talk
talking on grass
sinking into chaos
just colliding into unision
a combination of floating emotions
but some how
we find serenity
Araya C
7-8 class, Pacific Community Charter School
Blake More, Poet Teacher
Square
In life I feel lost
playing twister
constantly blended
like a primary color in a circle
I'm always protected
but it makes me feel bland
like skin colored lipstick
on my metaphorical white face
a canvas or a vast game of twister
with a million homo sapiens all on their right foot
never venturing to their left foot
but me, I'm different
I like to tango with both feet
I'm always behind them
but if you untangled yourself
if I get your attention
you will see I'm not bland like my white face
I'm not a primary circle
I'm a square
I'm different
Dupree F
7-8 class, Pacific Community Charter School
Blake More, Poet Teacher
Camera Van
Black white freaky
shiny weird cool
rectangle scary high
broken white star
metal black big
round bump black
feeling bored high smart
old plastics clear lense
smells funny
number 600 camera
Katie
2-4 class, Pacific Community Charter School
Blake More, Poet Teacher
A Guy Named Space
Once there was a guy named space
he got very bored
so he made some planets
he made the stars
the moon, Pluto
and the lava red sun
but his favorite planet was Earth
he liked the chestnut brown dirt
the beetle gut blue water
the fiery desert
the camel hump mountains
but his favorite part was the frosty white snow!!!
Lupin
2-4 class, Pacific Community Charter School
Blake More, Poet Teacher
The Sun Sets Over The Earth
The sun sets over the earth
when it sets the colors burst from the sky
the most magical time of the day
the time of the day that we love
when all the roses are the reddest
when all the flowers are the happiest
when all of the colors of the earth should come out
ladybug red
marigold orange
the butterflies sun gold yellow
the astonishing grass green
and sky bluebird blue
the most amazing indigo
and the pretties violet purple
that bring colors to the sunset
Jade
2-4 class, Pacific Community Charter School
Blake More, Poet Teacher
Earth In Colors
Sky blue
flash red
super yellow
wind blue
bleeding orange
flipping black
oozing dark
flashing light
bulging light
flashing speckles
what are those stars?
glowing dots?
what could they be?
Jordan W
2-4 class, Pacific Community Charter School
Blake More, Poet Teacher
The dark earth
black, blue, red
and the steaming hot sun
the freezing white moon
soon it will be opposite
the sun will be December cold
the moon will be dancing with flames and fire
the ocean will be September warm
the air will be windy cold
the rain will stop
the sun will come out
the fog will go
the arch of the colors will come
Celeste
2-4 class, Pacific Community Charter School
Blake More, Poet Teacher
Beautiful Earth
big and blue
round and wild
spinning and dancing
through the night
your dress is ocean blue
and snowy white
desert orange covered with clouds
tropical green
stars and flowers in between
so many colors on the earth
I am so lucky
so lucky to live
on the earth
so lucky to live on the earth!
Adela M
2-4 class, Pacific Community Charter School
Blake More, Poet Teacher
Drifting Alone
I wish I were a cloud
drifting alone in the sky
no priorities or goals
no promises of world peace
not much a cloud can do
in its short life
clear foggy cotton candy
alone in the sky
losing pieces of myself
as I go farther
not much you can do
when you are a cloud in the sky
Morgen
5-6 class, Pacific Community Charter School
Blake More, Poet Teacher
Wise Tree
I wish I were a winding tree
fresh violet leaves in the breeze
limbs swaying
a home for a squirrel
chipmunk
beehive
I would taste like soft earth
smell like fresh rain
sweet sap
rough wood
purple blossoms
float on water
bearing juicy plums
wise as wind
upon a golden plain
Nona
5-6 class, Pacific Community Charter School
Blake More, Poet Teacher
The Sound of a Tinkling Stream
Listen to the stream
the magical stream of life
alive, flowing, growing
as it lightly tiptoes across
the rich healing dirt and the fresh green plains
the ferns drooping off the mossy bank
into the rushing water
dead leaves splashing
throughout the small waterfall
hear the tinkling of living nature
as the strong soaking stream
carefully moves down the land
look at the crisp green, fresh moss
as it grows on the water's banks
smell the fresh, new flowing liquid
as it carefully moves
across healthy mother earth
Kayla J
5-6 class, Pacific Community Charter School
Blake More, Poet Teacher
Talking Cats
I remember thinking that cars on the freeway
were all connected by one tiny clear string, maybe plastic
and if you pulled the string all the cars would stop
I remember wanting to jump up on the clouds
bounce around on their puffy whiteness
I remember my best friend in preschool
up on stage with the rest of the class during the Christmas concert
not singing, but leaving her mouth open
like a statue
I remember when I was going to bed
and heard a broken "hello" outside my window
I was scared to look out
so I asked my parents to
it was a stray cat
I remember reading a long book
feeling so proud
until the next month I read an even longer book
then I thought how weird I was to be proud of the short little book
I had been so proud of before
I love my memories
Michelle
5-6 class, Pacific Community Charter School
Blake More, Poet Teacher
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