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Do You Remember That One Day in Summertime?

Seoeun Choi (Sunny) - Grade 9, Well Writer

March 23, 2017

Do you remember that one day in summertime, When up the trees, we would climb. We were young and we were free And I believed that nothing could get to me.   Laughing, Listening, Loving and Lying, Smiling, Singing, Swearing, and Sighing, Do you remember that one week in summertime, Running through the rainy days and sunshine.   Yet when that summertime ended, And the cold breezes of autumn...

Haunting Love (Diamante)

Seoeun Choi (Sunny) - Grade 9, Well Writer

March 23, 2017

Love Beautiful, Painful Awakening, Singing, Crying Their shrill cries echoing through these bleak walls Dancing, Haunting, Mocking Quiet, Loud Memories

Star-Crossed Lovers

Seoeun Choi (Sunny) - Grade 9, Well Writer

March 23, 2017

Once there was a moon and a sun, The love of the sun for the moon burned brightly. It hadn’t even been a love that had begun. But the reciprocated love of the moon was unlikely.   Yet still the fire in the sun burned, Even though everyone knew that it’s fire would be put out. “It’s impossible and highly unlikely” everyone warned. But the sun had no doubt.   But every time the sun tried to a...

Ice

Maile Walton - Grade 9, Well Writer

March 23, 2017

Water seeps through melting ice rising, falling, heavy breaths sighing with relief. Once again there is room to breathe for the one trapped beneath. It can breath the icy air and feel the cold wind upon its surface and reach above the ice, like a zombie erupting from it’s grave. It can once again seek revenge, built while spent confined within itself. Revenge on every foot, that trampled its unseeming...

Here I Sit

Maile Walton - Grade 9, Well Writer

March 23, 2017

Here I sit here on the beach where once there was sand I stand, to look over the small mound to see the ocean once so bright and so clear. I am astonished, for what was a beautiful beach, with water so clear, now is a dump, murky with dirt and grime no life can be found, nor could it have been found, for the water was flushed black with oil, and many pesticides have glided along the surfac...

Eagle

Maile Walton - Grade 9, Well Writer

March 23, 2017

The ocean dares me to take a chance and leap from where I stand. The ragged and sharp rocks below leer at my hesitation, like sharp teeth awaiting me to fall into their midst. The determined wind howles with steady frustration nudging me ever closer to the edge. The grass caresses my feet pleading for me to stay while trees wave a wistful goodbye with their branches. The sun peeks through a cu...

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