Curlew 8th Grade

Anthem: Liberty by Cody

We moved across the field fling seeds from our hands.

We walked down the rows, dirt and mud swishing under our feet.

We took a hand full of seeds and tossed them out.

As we watched them, it looked like rain falling to the earth and it lingers there.

Something caught our eye.

We looked up upon the road that wound into the city.

The city was where the men live.

We are not supposed to take notice.

The street sweepers were making their normal rounds.

One stood out to us.

Tall and lean they were.

Muscles grow out of their arms and legs.

We know that they were strong.

Their bright eyes were intelligent and wise.

They were the color of the leaves that danced in the wind in the uncharted forest, but they were even brighter then that.

Their hair, though short blow in the wind.

It was as dark as night with no moon.

It curled around their forehead perfectly.

The way they walked was like a god.

The sun rose not around them but off them!

A sun walking the earth, warming our day.

They were tan as the earth they walked on.

“Liberty 5-3000!” we turned and walked away knowing other wise we would get in trouble.

Every day after that we watched them.

The way they moved was unreal.

The ground stayed still but they glided over the top.

Sometimes we imagined them with wings.

One day we walked close to the hedge and stared at them.

Hard and cold though we were warm next to them.

We turned and walked away.

The next time we walked close to the hedge we smiled at them.

Their eyes burning with desire and shame.

We felt the same.

It was wrong to do this, to disobey our sisters.

But we don’t care, for some reason we only cared if they were there.

We always feared we would not see them again, but to our relief they were there.

Every day after that we greeted each other with our eyes only.

For fear someone might see.

One day, they raised one hand to their forehead and pulled it down.

To the others it looks as if they were shading their eyes from the sun.

To us it was a greeting.

The first contact other then our eyes they have made.

We made the same motion and continued to smile.

Looking up at the sky, letting our arms hang loose at our sides.

We could feel their eyes upon us.

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Tears of Remembrance by Natalie

We cried out tonight
Our voices sailing
Through the smokey air

We cried out tonight
The throb of the song
Striking every living soul

We cried out tonight
For the lost and the living
While tears streamed down our cheeks

We cried out tonight
For the war was over
And our hands were stained with blood

We cried out tonight
Not in fear or happiness
But for our lost brothers

We cried out tonight
For them

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Vision of Honor by Natalie

The task was true
The meaning straight
To rid the world of slaves
We meet at once
In numbers great
With men so many brave
We fight for which
Our mind is set
We cannot be delayed
For the unfinished work
Of those before
Is waiting to be made
“On to war”
We all cry out
Some of us have prayed
To make it home
Our honor high
For this our lives were traded

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The Purple Sea of Life by Natalie

The aged and weary bush
Scything its spindly shivering hands
Through the crisp air

A speckled seat of weathered rock
Stands guardian to the
Birthing bush

Buds of the purple sea
Lay waiting for the
Scorch of the sun

Wrinkled roots reach towards
The graying light
Of the shy sun

The quilted cold is almost gone
And the cackle of
Life begins again that year

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My window by Jazz

I see stumpy trees and towering trees and a friends house
I see a large tree and a neighbors house
I can finally see green instead of a borEing sheet of white
There is allways a small blue swimming pool
I can see a purper flowery bush, and camo leaves on the cold ground
A sqare patch of dirt where our septic tank is and the Francin Peak Tower

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POEM by Dalton “D-man” LaCoste #7

our nation’s great father
tall and mighty
stands above the ground
that has been dedicated as a final resting place for our soliders
he tells us of the unfinished work of the dead
and makes us remember
that it is our duty
as the living, to continue to fight this war
he tells us that although many lives have been lost
if we continue to victory
the values that our fore-fathers brought here
will be renewed in American’s hearts
so rather than telling us
that we cannot finish this
he meets us on this great battlfield with one message
we have forgotten what America is all about
it’s time we remember

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Our Fathers by Emily

we shall not forget our great fathers,
for they have created a new nation ,
on earth ,

we shall not forget our great fathers,
they dedicated their lives for the power of the people,
for they have stayed on this resting place,
of the war,

we shall not forget our great fathers,
our fathers were great,
they went through our countries war.

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War by Matt

Struggling
Fighting Starving
Barly seeing home
Trying to make right
Fighting Starving
Struggling

Hoping
Daring Dashing
Always seeing death
But never taking notice
Daring Dashing
Hoping

Loving
Your Family
Your life torn
What’s gonna happen next
Your Family
Loving

Dying
Failing Bleeding
Stumbling Falling suffering
You took his life
Failing Bleeding
Dying

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Civil War-Slave View by Cody

Years ago Lincoln spoke these words, “Fourscore” in which he talked about 80 years ago.
He said “Fathers” our ancestors came to this land for freedom and found pain.
This “New” land was filled with pain as slaves came in and people were killed.
My people “Dedicated” themselves to get free, but their tries were futile.
All thought they were suppose to be “Created” equal.
The”Great” battle was waged once us men got free.
The “Nation” to the south wanted to keep us so they did not have to work no more.
They, like us “Dedicated” themselves for a purpose.
The north and the south “Met” on a battlefield.
“War” was they only way to settle this, or so they thought.
Each “Portion” was desecrated and torn, along with families.
Each soldier now had a “Resting-place” on the field, whether that be the plan or not.
The families “Lives” would no longer be the same.
Each nation stood apart instead of “Together”, advancing upon each other.
“We” can and will never forget those memories that haunt us in our dreams now.
It did not matter which nation had the “Larger” group, each would suffer.
We could not “Consecrate” this war, just pray it was to be over soon.
We prayed for the “Brave” men who marched out for us slaves’ rights.
The great “Struggle” between them will live on through the ages.
The sheer “Power” of will each person possessed.
The “World” feared those who might oppose them, but never looked at themselves.
For no one “Remembers” that we are our own worst enemies.
People will always “Forget” what we most really fight for.
“Here” is where we lay and I shall never forget what is truly important.
We must “Dedicate” ourselves to helping who we can.
The “Unfinished” war with in ourselves to be helpful.
For we “Nobly” give our homes for a hospital and safe zone for our fellow brothers.
We can not forget the “Task” at hand.
“Honor” the ones gone and the ones fighting.
We most give “Devotion” to our place of residence and friends.
For we are not “Dead”, but far from, stand tall and live!
For the ones who died, did not die in “Vain” they died for us to live!
“A” new life is what they gave to us.
This nation now has a new “Government” to protected us.
“People” should not fear the dark but shine in it.
This “Earth” was made for everyone, and everyone is for this earth.
That is what Lincoln said so many years ago, I shall never forget it.

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Window by Shea

the birds chirping about.
a light blanket of dew drowning the grass
the horses running about
awaiting for their hay
the grass

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