Hock Period 7

As I ran up and down the court my heart pumping blood up and down,
All I could hear in my head was rebound, rebound.

With a quick glance I looked across to the stands,
With the crowd on their feet then down, yelling to rebound, rebound.

As I spun around running up the court and then down,
The coach was on the sidelines walking up and down,
Hands flailing and seemed to me to be screaming, rebound, rebound.

The players on the opposing team were dribbling the ball up and down,
Then the shot,
Were the screaming at me?
Were they waiting for me?
What did they want?
All I could hear in my head was, rebound, rebound

I see the ball, it goes up and then around and around,
Out of the hoop it goes,
Oh, I should rebound, rebound.

I jump up and then I went down,
My heart was pumping fast up and down.
The crowd is screaming, rebound, rebound.
I look up as I jumped then I looked down,
What do you know?
In my hands there was the ball,
I had the rebound.

By
Ray G.

I prayed.
And I wished.
And I hoped.
And pleaded.
I yearned for forgiveness.
But it wasn’t my fault, right?
I was just so young.
But now she was gone.
Silently like a swift winter’s chill.
Just like that.
I should have shown to the world how much she meant to me.
Because when my grandmother died, I didn’t show sadness
Like everyone else.
I prayed- For forgiveness.

I released a tear.
Then another slipped down my frozen cheek.
Then I really started crying.
“Please . . . .” I muttered, sobbing.
“Please forgive me, my Omi.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Because now you’re gone.”
I knew I was never going to rest my head on her shoulder,
Glance at her ever again.
I prayed- For healing.

All of a sudden, the lights started flickering on and off.
I was a statue, stiffening my gaze around the room.
At that moment, I felt a soft brush caress my cheek.
Inside, I knew what it was.
Who it was.
It was she.
Omi.
And she was telling me she was okay.
That I was going to be okay.
That I was going to be okay.
I prayed- For better understanding.

How could this happen?
My breathing stopped.
I shivered, but not because of fear.
Because of the breeze that went through me
And right then I understood.
Forgotten tears soaked through my shirt.
I knew why I felt another presence around me.
I knew why I thought it was the spirit of my grandmother, Omi.
She was saying good-bye.
I prayed- For peace.

“Okay, Omi,” I whispered, now cal.
“I get it.”
The lights stopped flickering.
My damp face was now dry and sticky.
And I realized- Just as I started crying, the lights had gone wild.
That was her, too.
Feelings of understanding and shock took over.
Happiness flooded through me.
I knew she came to tell me I could move on.
I prayed- For a new day.

I valued this moment.
I would never let it go.
I could never let it go.
I confessed this to no one for a while.
But only for a little while.
And now what do I remember?
The breezes.
The feelings that she was there with me.
The understanding.
The prayers answered by God.
The thankfulness.
And the love that would last a lifetime.

Viktoria-Leigh W.

Crunch, Crunch. I heard the deer coming that
Uncle Dan and Jamie drove.
Now I see, there is more than one deer.
BANG, BANG.
The Deer was Hit!

I saw the deer’s head pop up on the ridge,
Standing on the ridge; it looked just like the scene from Bambi,
Where sun was shining on Bambi’s dad on the hill.
The Deer was Hit!

The deer bolted down the ridge,
I saw the big red spot of blood on its front right shoulder.
Standing where the deer was last spotted,
We located the blood trail so could track the deer.
The Deer was Hit!

My adrenaline was flowing when I saw a puddle of fresh blood.
The deer suddenly sprang up from nowhere,
We lost it.
My adrenaline started dying.
The Deer was Hit!

Jamie went to where he expected the deer to be,
Ring, Ring. Uncle Dan’s phone rang, “Dan I found the deer.”
Off to Jamie we trudged through the thick brush.
The Deer was Hit!

Jamie showed me the deer, BANG, BANG.
We dragged the deer out of the woods.
The Deer was Hit!

I remember the pictures with my cousin Kelsey, both deer, and I.
My adrenaline still was not quite gone.
The deer wasn’t only hit, it was now dead.
The Deer was Hit!

Owen C.

The day I left for Wildwood
My cat crying for me not to leave, she would need me
Rubbing up my legs over and over again
Purring as loud as a train
Making sure I wouldn’t leave
She would miss me

The time I left for Herkimer, New York with my neighbors
Packing up while my cat was meowing for me not to leave,
She would rest in my drawer or where I needed to grab my tie-dye shirts or fleecy warm sweatshirts.
She would miss me.

The time I left for my uncle’s house in Pennsylvania,
She was begging for me not to go
Stalking me around the house
Being mischievous
Scratching the couch, spilling the cat food
She would miss me

Next summer is bound to come,
And this silly ritual will happen again
But this time when she stalks or annoys me,
I know she will miss me, and I will miss her.

By, Raven R.

Remember,
When Friday was the best day,
Because I would visit pop pop at 9 years old.

Remember,
Running into pop’s arms
Knowing that he was happy to see me.

Remember,
Pop saying “Hi, Andrew, how are you today?”
In Italian and hoping that
I would remember it.

Remember,
Making some outdoorsy tree puzzles
When he started them without me.

Remember,
Saying, pop pop, “I love you”
When I had to leave.

Remember,
That cold, rainy, Saturday when
Dad left to go see Pop without me.

Remember,
Hearing Ring. . . .Ring from the kitchen
Letting Mom worry about getting the phone.

Remember,
Mom going quiet,
Walking into the living room with
Tears running down her face.

Remember,
Getting mad hearing that he passed
Saying to myself “I should have listened to
That gibber jabber in Italian

By,
Andrew L

Crunch, Crunch. I heard the deer coming that
Uncle Dan and Jamie drove.
Now I see, there is more than one deer.
BANG, BANG.
The Deer was Hit!

I saw the deer’s head pop up on the ridge,
Standing on the ridge; it looked just like the scene from Bambi,
Where sun was shining on Bambi’s dad on the hill.
The Deer was Hit!

The deer bolted down the ridge,
I saw the big red spot of blood on its front right shoulder.
Standing where the deer was last spotted,
We located the blood trail so could track the deer.
The Deer was Hit!

My adrenaline was flowing when I saw a puddle of fresh blood.
The deer suddenly sprang up from nowhere,
We lost it.
My adrenaline started dying.
The Deer was Hit!

Jamie went to where he expected the deer to be,
Ring, Ring. Uncle Dan’s phone rang, “Dan I found the deer.”
Off to Jamie we trudged through the thick brush.
The Deer was Hit!

Jamie showed me the deer, BANG, BANG.
We dragged the deer out of the woods.
The Deer was Hit!

I remember the pictures with my cousin Kelsey, both deer, and I.
My adrenaline still was not quite gone.
The deer wasn’t only hit, it was now dead.
The Deer was Hit!

I Knew This Was the Day

I knew this was the day. The day of playing catch. I know it was going to come, I thought to myself why did this have to happen?

I knew this was the day. The day to dash all around the yard. The day of misery. The day I will never forget. The day I wished, never came.

I knew this was the day. The day of some happiness. The thing I never want or wanted to come to life. DEATH!! I never thought about it, so why do we have to think about it NOW!

I knew this was the day. The day I could play with you, and do all exciting things. The final time I could feed you once more before you go to rest.

I knew this was the day. The last place that you were at. Just why, why did you have to go? Man’s best friend. I hope that you will never forget the things that we did together. I hope that peace has come.

By: Justin S

I’m sorry I yelled at you on my birthday.
I feel bad, I feel sad; I’m sorry

I’m sorry I made you cry
I feel bad, I feel sad; I’m sorry

I’m sorry I made you mad and sad because I really didn’t want to
And really didn’t mean to. But it’s the past and now
I feel bad, I feel sad; I’m sorry

I’m sorry I tried to walk away from our problem.
I just didn’t want to see you sob but now
I feel bad, I feel sad; I’m sorry

By Austin H.

My loyal dog ran away
Just as I was walking him
He Vanished

His black as night fur
Blended into the night’s shadows
He Vanished

He ran away
Swallowed by the cold, dark night
He Vanished

Reappearing one moment, disappearing the next
Like a ghost not wanting to be seen
He Vanished

Reappearing when only a shining beam of light from the full moon,
Broke through the seemingly never-ending darkness
And found him some how almost magically.

Disappearing when finally the night over powered the light of the moon
And once again swallowed him back into the shadows of the abyss
He Vanished

Austin V

I Should’ve

I Should’ve Noticed
The dirty dishes stacked like a mountain,
The laundry overflowing out of the basket,
The garbage messy and smelly, building up.

I Should’ve Noticed
The intense algebra sitting in front of me,
The laziness creeping upon me
Staring blankly at the unfinished math

I Should’ve Noticed
The dogs waiting impatiently to go outside
Their leashes untouched.

I Should’ve Noticed
The careless thoughts about the chain,
Dangling like a bat,
On my friends shiny, red, expensive dirt bike.

I Should’ve Noticed
The l o n g muddy puddle sitting calmly in the woods,
The temptation not worth fighting back,
More and more my mind rejoiced over the,
Muddy, mucky, marvelous puddle.

I Should’ve

But I Didn’t

Kyle N.