Towards the Sun

by Danielle - 8th grade

Swaying in the breeze

dancing in the heavenly skies

nothing but the wind

hiding from earthly lies.

Spinning through the desert sands

laughing at their woes

travel further, linger no longer

chase away our foes.

Dancing 'cross the ocean blue

tapping through the waves

travel like a hurricane

lacking the will to save.

Watching the wandering breeze

begging it to linger longer

gripping it tightly, crying oh so lightly

tomorrow, we'll be stronger.

Let us dance away

let us spin towards eternity

tomorrow's not so far away

so, let us fly towards serenity.

clinging to the hand

fly, fly away, fly

towards the invisible land

hidden from you and I.

We could stay there

and prolong our days

dance forever with the breeze

along the ocean bays.

Such an entrancing waltz

the wind swaying with the trees

we could dance like them

just like the autumn leaves.

As we prance forever

amongst the ocean breeze

the wind will carry us further

towards a future we must seize.

This life can't contain us forever

let us soar towards the sun

the wind will carry you home

let us soar towards the sun.

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Memories

by Becca - 8th Grade

I go to the field to catch my horse Breezy

she walks right up to me

I put the halter on her head

she follows as I lead.

I take her to the barn

brush and comb her mane and tail

I put a saddle on her

to go ride her on a trail.

As we wander through the trail

she stops to look beyond

there are a couple deer in front of us

drinking from the pond.

We pass the pond and go up hill

we meet the railroad tracks

I look down and there's a big bank

Breezy didn't want to go back.

I turned and looked around

this land was meant to be ridden by me

I thought of all the good times I've had

I will never forget all these memories.

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by Rosalyn - 8th grade

As the eagle soared above

a shadow crossed my face

it reminded me of way back when

and took me to a place.

Where cannons shot and soldiers died

in a fight for truth.

So many of them being brave

and passing in their youth.

It makes me sad to think of them

and what they could have done

in a war against our brothers,

that, in their hearts, they won.

The uniformly walked the line

that led them to their death

saying sad, "At least I tried"

in their dying breath.

You dread the day when men will come

in black suits and ties.

A flicker of hope in your soul

until the day he dies.

Now in that grave yard, thousands lie

all with that same white plank

underneath those feet of dirt

the look on their faces; blank.

by Rosie - 8th grade

Standing solid as a stone

born to take the win

victory that feels so good

should almost be a sin.

The gate flings wide and you take off

the man upon your back

now you round the corner

a blurry streak of black.

flinging wild in the wind

your tail licks the breeze

you lead ahead, a burning flame

stealing victory with ease.

The crowd that gathered in the stand

sends up a wild roar

you find their cheers encouraging

when you take first you soar.

Although spectators end their praise

you never will forget

the way it made you feel inside

when, cross the finish line you went.

No one thought you'd ever win

but they don't dare to frown

when they place the flowers 'round your neck

just like a floral crown.

you slowly trot onto your throne

so everyone can see

the door swings shut, you hear a click

you're a winner and you're free.

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by Stychy - 8th grade

I, the hunter, walk through the brush

wearing my bright orange vest

cringing every time a branch is crushed

trying to shoot the giant buck of the West.

Try to track a deer

be sure to use the call

have the gun ready

this is the best time of the fall.

I see his antlers rise

raising my gun, hoping he will meet his demise

loading a bullet, looking through the scope shakily

pulling the trigger, the buck falling is all I can see.

Watching the deer drop

seeing the kicking stop

as he was shot, he gave a hop

time to celebrate, as the deer gave a final flop.

clean the deer

I'll tell my story if you want to hear

you'd be surprised, gather near

as I retell my story.

I went to the forest, hunted it down

tracked it without making a sound

shot it, and it fell

this is a good story to tell

I knew when I left the house, I was deer shooting bound.

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The Warrior and Nature's Storm

by Rinnah - 8th grade

A warrior with eyes of blue

stands on the ground with pride

his embracing smile sends off a hue

of warmth and deep confide.

The wind entangles his rugged form

but still he stands tall and proud

his piercing eyes bring on the storm

that seems to yell and shout.

His mustang horse of gentle tan

comes slowly to his side

he is just a warrior man

with a never ending pride.

The storm comes screaming through the land

the pelting rain feels like a knife

but still the warrior keeps his stand

he will win the forceful fight.

Nature charges strong and bold

the warrior clenches his pony's mane

but won't give up, he regrasps his hold

the wind is calming slowly now.

The fight is won

Nature has been defeated

the warrior knows it is done.

the peace has settled now.

The warrior has showed his vow

of pride, determination and fearlessness

he has won Nature's respect

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Felecia - 8th grade

Looking out the frosted window

seeing all those trees

watching deer pick off their buds

and branches blowing in the breeze.

Getting tired of being inside

I go get on my horse

his fur so soft and fine

his tail so long and coarse.

We race towards the mountains

flinging up the mud

we could ride through anything

maybe even a flood.

We race to beat the sunset

both filled with determination

we go faster and faster

as we race across the nation.

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