We will be posting some poems written by students, here are the first two from Ms. Kerr’s 8th grade English class:

“When You Were Young”

When You Were Young

When you were young I looked

at the sun because

it reminded me of your smile,

the way it lit up when you saw me.

You are the sunshine in my life;

I remember following you around our little

blue house, watching you play

on the old wooden swing-set

not having a care in the world.

Now when I visit you in this dark place,

so little, so weak,

I am reminded of the moon because of

the way your smile has changed.

New and full, one side

always in the dark. Yet I still see the

Yet I still see the

light of the sun trying to eclipse through black.

–Abi Trocinski

The Story of School

This is the place where skill has no matter,

where how you think is how you survive.

This is the place where you work together,

work with ear and eye,

and through your head and hand.

Occasions of sound pass the halls,

then silence falls upon the rooms.

Your pencil is ready, mind alert, as you wait,

you get nervous and forget what to say,

then you get onstage and present away.

— Talyn Gilbertson