Peterson 4th Period

freedom… is a power… to express oneself and ones desires to achieve the ultimate and soar above. freedom shall be praised, for we have come so far to achieve the maximum. through our blood and sweat and the rain of tears we achieve the power of freedom… together we hoisted the flag upon the summit of Iwo Jima. united we stormed the beaches of normandy to achieve freedom… and divided we battled our own self to give freedom to those who deserve it more. we came so far for so much… and in the end we achieved the ultimate. for freedom is the power to speak of, to act upon… to believe in the greater power. freedom is golden… it shines bright in the darkness and brings forth the sacred light. the name of freedom will ring free throughout the darkness, and bring forth the light. freedom is a journey…

Peterson School,Oh! how cool
from pre-school to eighth grade the school great

Seventh grade classes are large
The students will take charge
Teachers help me grow
They do it with kindness and love

We entered Mrs . Saucedo’s room
with plenty of work to do
Lots of learning at last, this is a great class
and so is the amount to learn
Ms. Kirkpatrick is ready to assist, so don’t be concerned

When we are in Ms.Skaggs’s room
We hunt for our pencils and books
Ready to learn,write and bloom
writing and math is fun
All the homework needs to be done

Mr.Ruby’s ambitous to teach american history
Now,its not a mystery
He is very enthusiastic
I think that’s fantastic

Ms. Mac’s science class
Lots of learning and fun
full of cool projects and stuff
live animals such as snakes and geckos
Mikey and Crikey
In their tanks, you can hear an echo
Their skins spiny and spikey

Ms.Jerome’s tutoring program helps students grow
Teachers make us work, learn and get prepared
For the future that lies ahead
Teachers are always fair

The school has great programs
from basketball, to volleyball
The school’s track team is fast
All the runners will win at last

Peterson school, Oh! how cool
From Pre-school to eighth grade the school great

As I look in the mirror I hear a low whisper. It was the sound of the trees breathing as they blow. The surroundings outside are just whispering, whisper. I lay among the whispering tree, as I notice the grass begin to chime in. The whisper grows louder as now the clouds whisper aloud. I’m in the whisper of some kind of choir. That whisper was not just the trees, or the clouds and grass but the earth. The land whispers as I close my eyes. The sound of the whisper grows to a chorus, and takes me in. Now I know as I lay under that whispering tree… But wait, everything is still? The tree was still whispering.

By: Erin S.

Me, it’s only me.
Trying to survive
In this so called ” WORLD”.

When I’m down
I get back up but
The only thing I can do again is mess up.

It hurts to be called a failure
When you feel you’ve done everything right.

To try and try and yet come up short.
To hang my head while giving report.
Not able to make anything right.
Turning brighter days to darker night.

Failure has never been part of my plan.
I curse the times when people discourage me.
My goal, my standard, my hope is perfection.

Failure is a companion I have grown to despise;
Its taunts and laughs are not found in my eyes.

When it confronts me
It’s always a downer.
But when I get up
I try my hardest, to succeed.

I can’t because
Failure is my middle name
And that’s all I know how to do is fail.
Failure is apart of me; it pumps in my veins.

By: Ashley L.

We are, we are the
Peterson Panthers, Peterson Panthers
We are the Panthers. We are the best.
We are going to put you through a test.
So buckle your seat belt because we
going to kick you in the…..
Everybody say it now,
We are, we are Peterson Panthers,
Peterson Panthers
We fight for the best, we always do our best
So get ready for our real smart test.

One shot, two shots, three shots!
All I hear are gun shots.
Running from the police and rival gang members
chasing you to murder you and be a rat to your homies.
They tell you not to trick, don’t trick, don’t trick
but many aming at you with a gun scared to death.
Walking down the streets scared they might come from the
gangway or behind you. At night not being able to sleep
or having nightmares about dying in the streets. Your mom and
dad wondering if your gonna make it home or not.
Homies getting killed in front of your eyes scared to death and
frozen waiting for your reaction to do something.
Trying your hardest not to cry in front of his family who are blaming you
 for his death.  The guy you were born with shot to death in front of your eyes and
his family that has known you since a little baby not wanting to see you any
more because their son is dead.

In home,
The dark invades.
In a dome,
Noise fades.
In the heart,
The agony goes on.
In art,
Blood is drawn.
By expressions,
You show how you feel.
By confessions,
You show you’re real.
You hear the bells,
We know you care.
With screams and yells,
We know you’re there.
Wear black,
You are depressed.
Lacking?
Don’t worry, you’re blessed.
By: Javy D.

Girls are viscous creatures.

You can trust them one day then they back stab you the next.

Feeling like you have it all under control when you don’t.

They are like a clam, you don’t know when they will snap on you.

They love to gossip, but never can back it up when you confront them.

Some girls can experience this and some girls don’t.

It feels like a knife going through my heart.

Sometimes just to get a boys attention they will make fun of you or make jokes.

They probably have hatred toward me, but I didnt know what I did.

Its like a rollercoaster of emotions.

You don’t know when the ride ends until something happens…

Either cat fights, verbal fights, ANY fights.

They will come and chew you up and spit you out right there.

Don’t know what to do?

Just break free and be yourself.

The tide is the beach janitor
It sweeps away the food, trash and canisters
And puts it near deserted beaches in cities
Where it won’t ruin earth’s beauty
It smoothes out the sand
Where footprints and tracks mark the land
It lets people cool their feet from where they sit
It brings in the oceans secrets and wonders bit by bit
The tide comes in and sweeps away life’s sorrows
If you miss it just come back tomorrow
It brings in treasures of every kind and even candy
It fills up bowls of sand where water used to be
It replenishes life
It drives away stress, either from your children or your wife
It’s waves and water are music to one’s ears
You can hear its sweet music at the beach or at the pier
Fishes thrive under the tides wing
Crabs and lobster arrive when the tide’s waves come a tumbling
Jellyfish thrive, deadly to the touch
No worries, no jellyfish here, try not to worry much
Within the tides arms you are safe and sound
Its reaches are vast, it dwells in Earth’s beaches all around
At the end of the day the tide goes to sleep
It laments waves as it weeps
For we have destroyed its natural splendor
As well as the golden toad and almost the condor
All through the night it dances with the land
And in the morning the remnants of the dance lie in the sand
Seashell jewelry and a kelp necklace
Tumbling in from the waves there is a lantern case
Treasures of the world arrive with the waves that race and leap
And when the tide comes in they are swept away towards Mother Natures keep

Love can be a dream
Love can be the best feeling
Love can be happiness
Love can be a nightmare
Love can be cruel

Love can be hatred
Love can be amazing
love can be a secret
Love can be forever
Love can end at any moment

Love can be so beautiful
Love can also be a fantasy
Love can be sad
Love can lead to marriage

Keep on looking
And try to find,
That special someone
Who can make your heart
Beat slow and fast at the same time.