2006/2007
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Point Arena Middle School 2006/2007 |
Eye of the Storm
There is a purple storm
coming from the cosmos
Nature says: Caution High Voltage
The mountains fuse
with the eye of the storm
and the animals flee from the wrath
of the purple clouds
The purple hawks feed on
the energy within the clouds
The purple hawks make civilization
within the eye of the storm
and welcome all
in their fair city.
Brian B, 7th Grade
Point Arena Middle School
Justin Hughey, Classroom Teacher
Happiness
I am in a sword fight against happiness.
As I sit at my desk enraged,
I think about what happened
I've instantly knocked
my opponent's sword away.
Happiness is locked in martial arts.
He suddenly grabs his sword
as someone cheers me up.
This happy man fights on,
and as I step back,
I trip.
Happiness puts his sword to my neck.
I am no longer mad.
I'm happy.
Jimi Bove, 7th Grade
Point Arena Middle School
Justin Hughey, Classroom Teacher
What is the Meaning of Life?
What is the meaning of life?
The biggest question of all.
Is it to have fun, joy and excitement?
Or to suffer, to cry, and to be scared? Or even both?
Or is it to be born, to live, to die,
and to be reborn, to live again, to die again, so on, and so on?
What is pain?
Is pain rain, or a mere reflection?
What is joy?
Is joy to laugh, or another emotion of love?
What is anger?
Is anger flames of a fire, or a small part of it?
The question of the meaning of life
already has been revealed.
We just can't see it.
Arturo Rangel, 7th Grade
Point Arena Middle School
Justin Hughey, Classroom Teacher
My Name is Like...
A yellow lemon
that has a certain kick,
A saxophone
that will not stop playing a certain song,
A jumping dolphin that won't stop jumping.
My name is like an eagle,
that was stupid enough to crash into a tree,
A falling waterfall
that didn't stop falling.
Somebody who likes to party.
My name is like an
Ocean sunset or
Ocean at day,
A football player
who just likes being tackled or
wearing the funky helmet.
My name is like...
chocolaty M & M's,
a saucy sapphire.
My name is...
A very important president,
A famous avenue.
My name represents
a weird girl with a wit,
a cow tipper,
a crazy driver.
That's me.
Madison F, 6th Grade
Point Arena Middle School
Michele Egger, Classroom Teacher
When Somebody Dies it is Sometimes Like the Wind
The wind is something that I feel
every day and night when you are here.
And when I'm thinking of you,
I feel that you can hear me.
When the wind blows up
it becomes a song of you, you are here, near me.
There are sometimes, the people say, when
the wind takes everything away.
But I always remember you,
like a sister, and not only like a friend.
Remember, not all wind takes
everything away.
Jessica Luna M, 6th Grade
Point Arena Middle School
Michelle Egger, Classroom Teacher
When I Was Named
When I was named, the sky went black
When I was named, drums boomed
When I was named, emeralds were mined
When I was named, spaghetti was twined
When I was named, piranhas stopped their rampage
When I was named, forests grew
When I was named, a lone wolf howled
When I was named, a falcon cried
When I was named, the sharks swam
and when I die, my story will be told.
Dustin M, 6th Grade
Point Arena Middle School
Michele Egger, Classroom Teacher
LonelinessIf loneliness was a person
he would live alone,
alone he would sit
at the movies.
Loneliness has no pet
and never sees his family.
Longing for companionship,
he eats his egg salad sandwich
on a Saturday night:
2 dozen eggs, mayo, and bread.
Loneliness is 40
and has never been acknowledged,
only left alone.
Loneliness rides a 2-person bike
up the hill. It's hard to ride when you're
all alone.
For him, at birth, he was just
suddenly alone.
For him there is no future.
How he longs for change.
Loneliness' heart is broken
like a tea cup,
1 million pieces.
Every single day he lives,
Loneliness sleeps alone...
Emily C, 8th Grade
Point Arena Middle School
Sophie II
A lost cat away from home
sitting in the cold
wondering where to go.
Finding shelter from
the snow, wishing to
be in my arms.
Wearing this purple collar,
but still fighting these
strangers, trying
to be free.
Trying to go
home. But
home's
too
far
away.
Misha P, 6th Grade
Point Arena Middle School
Michele Egger, Classroom Teacher
Monsieur Crazy Taco
Monsieur Crazy Taco (short for Taquito),
he wears a grey tuxedo
a bow tie
a tall hat
and white socks.
He was trained to be an elegant young cat
but whenever he hears jazz...
he can't help but start to
tap
his
feet.
Life goes
CRAZY
on the dance floor
side to
side
jumps up
jumps down
twirling
all
around.
He gets so
Out of Control,
he starts playing piano
with
all
four
paws.
They call him Monsieur
Crazy Taquito
(Crazy Taco for short)
Meow!
Iliana Sanchez, 6th Grade
Point Arena Middle School
Michele Egger, Classroom Teacher
Why did the people take our land?Why make our people kill our animals?
Why did they make us live far away from our land?
Why did the people take our family long ago?
And we are still here, making our lives...
by Michael F, 6th Grade
Point Arena Middle School
Michele Egger, Classroom Teacher
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