St. Joseph School

Autumn air blows softly at my face.
Leaves fall gently on the cool wet grass.
Summer is over and fall is on its way.

Cold winter air blows hard.
Snow flakes fall slowly and quietly to the ground,
leaving a trace of winter behind.
A white fluffy blanket of snow covers the wet, soggy ground.
The year is finally at its end.

The snow melts.
Spring is finally here.
The trees burst with colorful pink flowers.
The relaxing sound of rain on the roof calms me.

Summer is finally here.
Dark gray clouds fill the sky with sadness.
The soothing sound of waves on the beach.
The setting sun on the beach seems like it could last forever.

- Katelyn

workers run around
while the machines stop working
on and off, on and off
people scream and cry
while the factory closes down
- Nicholas

Whistles blowing. Horns buzzing. People screaming.
I dribble the ball down the court, driving through the defense.
The referees blow their whistles.
Foul with one second left in the game.
The referees pass me the ball and point to the foul line.
I line the ball up with the backboard.
The room goes silent.
I spring up from the ground and let the ball go.
I watch as it slowly enters the rim.
The ball slides through the net.
Perfect.

- Katelyn

Is it Paul?
Is it John?
Is it Stephen?
Or is it Brandon?

I sit there staring in awe
While she talks to and unknown face
Maybe he loves her,
Maybe she loves him,
On her necklace there is an unknown letter,
But no one knows.

Is it Paul?
Is it John?
Is it Stephen?
Or is it Brandon?

~ Dena

The roaring and rumbling of the crowd
They watch as the snare and bass drum slam
Symbols clash
A voice sends a high pitch siren through the crowd
Sparks shoot up into the sky

I pass by
becoming late for work
The helicopters already
carrying the performers
to the E.R.

- Mickey

Home is like another parent it protects you from anything bad.
Home sweet home is where you spoke your first word ,
and also where you took your first steps
and that home sweet home is full of good memories .
You can say a lot about your home sweet home
but you can’t say your not grateful for it.
It doesn’t matter if you’re rich or poor
you can practically live anywhere if you set your mind to it.
But just remember that wherever you are
that you will always have your own to call
Home Sweet Home

- Mary

I dribble down the court
to see on the clock there is five seconds left.
Coach calls a time out
and goes over our Hail Mary Three pointer shot
The ball is in bounded to me
and I pass one defender at a time –
three seconds left.
I throw a three pointer for dear life
and the ball slowly falls in
Swish.
Aertnt as the buzzer went off
Win.
-Owen

Pencils, pens paper.
All parts of one persons utensils for her/his own version of artwork
Scribbling words onto pages, editing, erasing, writing again.
Never perfect in her/his eyes.
Always something to edit.
Always something wrong.
Unseen by new eyes.
Always a flaw.
Those eyes are writer’s eyes.

- Gabrielle

The stolen paper,
torn up by kids,
blowing in the wind,
leaves the ground,
flies by the side of a kid,
lands on a desk,
no name,
is read out loud,
A+,
stolen paper.
- Mikey

Arched perfectly
the sun is just starting to
peek out from behind the clouds, a peaceful
silence covers the world
as this angel in pastel colors performs a solo
in the early morning light
not beautiful or pretty or nice
but magical, I am glad I
witnessed this amazing performance of a
RAINBOW!

- Madeline

A solid still,
that above it all is made of life.
In its life it has one goal,
a single role: to keep you out.
This role you should not doubt.
For if at it you hack,
day after day,
it will again grow back,
to keep you away.

- William

home is the place you heart belongs
home is where your family is
home is the place to tell your bad problems
because you know people will listen

- Nicholas

Horns honking
words misused frequently
by drivers with anger
who are being held up
by someone completely careless
and caused panic in everyone around them.
never thinking of someone’s endless worry
the ambulance arrives with a blare
people rush to find out
what happened to her?
Laying completely still,
they knew.

- Gabrielle

Whisper if leaves falling down,
raindrops shimmering in the red sunset,
sun peeking one last time,
before it hides behind the horizon.

Darkness creeps over the world,
bleaching it black and white,
in the pale moonlight.

Grass sweeping in the wind,
like ocean waves,
moth swarm over a dying lamp.
One last flicker.

an owls amber eyes,
glow dimly,
as its head,
turns 360.

A dark willow,
sways its branches,
like a mother cradling,
a little child.

In the shadows,
a hunters bright green eyes glow,
queen of the night,
a great cat waits.

Black fur soft but strong,
gliding over smooth muscles,
wild but gentle eyes
watch her young,
who playfight,
by the smooth glass lake.

- Gabrielle

I wonder where it’s been
I wonder where it’s going
The rush of its kind drifting by
Children’s laughing in the distance
My reflection staring at me
On its shiny shell
Memories locked in its doors from past journeys
Held for many days and months
They sit silently
Waiting to be remembered
I wonder where it’s been
I wonder where it’s going
That car that sits quietly

- Mickey