St. Edward Church    St. Edward School

 Religious and Morality Poems

I Believe

By Caitlin Mulloy 

                             I believe in Angels

                                       By Mariah Johnson

                                               I believe in angels

                                               In every single way

                                               I believe in angels

                                               Every single day

                                               Angels sit on your shoulder

                                               Even if you’re in fright

                                               They push you like a boulder

                                               To make your life shine bright

                                               They watch you day and night

                                               Just to be helpful 

                                               They help make you chose right

                                               And also to be careful

                                               I believe in angels

                                               You should too

                                               If I believe in angels

                                               So should you                                 

GOD

by Brent Elliott

God is what I believe                                                          

Jesus Christ is what I receive

I go to church and pray

Each and every Sunday.

Father Breen is our preacher

Jesus was our teacher

We go to mass and read psalms

On Palm Sunday we get palms.

God made us all

From big to small

We know about heaven and we’ve learned about hell

And we have been taught about the first Noel.

God made four seasons

I don’t know the reasons

He made winter, spring, summer and fall

And I really like them all.

He’ll stay with you no matter what you do

Just remember to always stay true

In all I do I rely on my faith

It keeps me on track and keeps me safe.

*~Don’t Judge Others~*
                         By: Kristina Lumm

I met a girl that was blind and deaf today
She learns and speaks in a different way
She couldn’t sign but she could speak a little
Her hands were very weak and brittle

As I signed she held my hand
So that she would understand
Even though she might not look smart
She really is and has a kind heart

Ashley is her name
Blind and deaf she has friends the same
The lesson you learn is to not make inferences
About someone with many differences.

Seatbelts Stand For Safety

By : Jeff whitely

Many lives are took each year

As their families fear.

If only it had not been their fault

Their lives would not have come to a halt

Young people should think

Before they go out and drink

Because they could lose they’re life in a blink

And make their family and friends heart sink

Being with your friends can be fun

Until you have lost a loved one.

The pain that is felt will remind you to wear your seatbelt.

NO DRINKING

By: Kristen Taylor

Something I strongly believe in is not drinking,

because then you stopping thinking.

You stop thinking about the people you’re hurting

Even if you think you’re just flirting

When you start to drink you begin to think

Hey I’m still going to be cool but really you are just an acting fool.

Drinking is something you should never do

So never drink and you’ll stay cool.

~ FAMILY ~  

By: Shae Keane

To me, family is one of the most important things to have around

They’re always there to lift you up when you are feeling down

And in times of need when there is no one by your side,

You know that family’s going to stick with you for both the ups and downs of your hectic ride

They help you deal with your problems and help you calm your fear.

And when it comes to a game, you know they’ll be there to cheer.

They make sure you are fed every day and into the night,

When it comes to bedtime, that you are tucked in tight.

We often get upset with all the rules and regulations

But all of the fights over such things can be avoided through communications.

The love from a family is one of the things that gets me through each and every day.

Without a family at your side, there just is no way.

Your family will be there when you need them most in life.

They will persevere and make it through any strife.

Who is going to teach you how to swim, shop, play sports, or do things that are fun,

If you don’t have a family to show you how it’s done?

And although sometimes we want to get away or wish the time would pass,

We must all remember that this time is precious and won’t always last.

For children will grow up and we really don’t realize what we got,

Until all that time is gone and we miss it a whole lot.

So keep the good memories in your heart and throw the others out,

Because THAT is what being a family is really all about.

My Family

Written by:  Ryan Grove

My family is nice to me

When I am with them I feel happily

They have always been there through the good and bad

And even when I am feeling sad

My Dad is the best

There is no contest to anyone else in the world

My Dad always helps me when I am down

He always takes away my frown

My Mom is the coolest

I know not to act foolish when she is in sight

My Mom takes me where I need to be

She means everything to me

Jason my brother

Compares to no other

When it comes to knowledge

MTSU is where he goes to college

Tony is my Step Dad

For him I am really glad

He taught me about girls and cars

And to never get locked up behind bars

They are cool everyday

And I would have it no other way

When it all comes down to me

I am very blessed to have them as my family

The Forever Lasting Friendship

By Candis Boyte

  I know a girl named Kathy Sarrys,

we are best friends and love to eat cherries.

  Her family moved here when I was three,

that’s how our friendship came to be.

  Whenever you see us we are never apart,

unless she`s at baseball and I am at art.

  As we got older our friendship grew,

which is something everyone knew.

  We went to the same high school for all four years,

we both did track and had no fears.

  When it was time for college she went away,

and said she would come back to see me in May.

  We are best friends and we always will be,

even though she`s not here with me.
 

My Best Friend Mitchell

By: Anthony Wilson

Me and my best friend Mitchell

Have been together since we were little

We played football, basketball, and baseball together,

We treated each other like we were brothers

When ever I felt down and sad

You always gave me a helping hand

When ever I got a bad Wednesday folder

I didn’t feel bad because you got one to and we laughed at each other

When I had to follow new directions you were there

When the world was hard on me

You were the only person who seemed to care

When nothing held together

Made the slightest bit of sense

You always helped restore

My inner confidence.

We would always play basketball at Pitts park

We would always at least stay till dark

We’ve had each other through thick and thin

But remember Mitchell, you’ll always be my best friend!!!!

Death

By Brent Elliott

Years ago on a day like today

my grandfather passed away.

He left us at night,

He went peacefully without a fright.

When we heard he was sick

we all went to visit quick.

Pop Pop was so brave and strong

we gathered and prayed the doctors were wrong.

He taught me how to give

he did his best to show me how to live.

When he died

I cried and cried.

  Occupation Poems

The Teaching of a Special Teacher

By Tagbo Obi

Being this person is very fun because this adult is nice and likes to teach.

This teacher teaching is as beautiful as Father’s preaching

Every time I come in her smile is as radiant as the sun, which makes it for the people who are having bad days very fun.

I admire this person because she helps us kids increase our knowledge.

And this knowledge will help us when we’re in college

A class this adult teaches is math, for some this is a very hard learning path

We could have Algebra I Algebra II or Algebra III, but this person teaches it to us as if we were a family

The adult’s job as a teacher like other teachers may not have very  good pay, but that is not important. What is important is that we come out learning every day.

Throughout this year Mrs. Gunn has been our Alpha and Omega everyday

She has thought from the beginning to the end

And this why I admire Mrs. Gunn for being our teacher.

Mr. Childs

By: Melissa Spellman

My neighbor is a celebrity,

He has a lot of musical integrity.

He is the lead singer of the band Six Wire,

But he is not in the church choir.

He writes his own songs,

And in his free time he plays ping pong.

He really likes to play the guitar,

And sometimes he even has to travel far.

He likes going to Florida,

But he has never crossed the boarda’.

His name is Andy Childs,

And I have known him for a while.

One of his hits is “Look At Me Now”

It’s such a cool song you just say, “WOW!”

He isn’t the most famous person yet,

But if he keeps singing like this, he will I bet! 

Dell

By: Matt McCann  7S

My dad works for dell,

Because he likes to sell.

He helps people with their computer needs,

Because he likes to do good deeds.

When there’s trouble at home,

We are never alone.

He is always there,

To show that he does care.

He has a good fate,

And he is GREAT!.

His job is real fun,

And when he gets home he is done.

My dad does his job well,

And he thinks his job is swell.

My dad has to deal with customers all day,

But he does it for them and to support us with his pay.

Judy: The Hospital Hero

By Adrienne Todd

My Aunt Judy, the hospital hero,

Helps people from 100 down to zero.

A nurse she is,

She’s good at the medical biz.

She helps people medically,

Though she does poorly on questions when asked quizzically

She’s really quite smart.

She has a lot of heart.

She is my aunt Judy,

When I was little she told me boys do not have cooties.

She told me it was technically not right,

Plus her schedule is never tight.

Helping people medically,

Loving me to deathily

She is my hospital hero,

I’d rather have her than the great emperor Nero

                    Ice Cream Sunshine!
               By: Marie Jayme

  The song "Pop Goes the Weasel" is what I can hear.
The sound is something that I cannot fear.
It is Mr. Ice Cream Sunshine's truck.
Seeing this is just pure luck!

Mr. Ice Cream Sunshine is our ice cream man.
I also hear, "Mary had a Little Lamb"
Mr. got his name
because his is as friendly as the sun, and not lame.

He loves his job very much.
Vanilla, Chocolate, Cookie Cream, or Dutch?
He asks the children

 as they bunch up into what seems like a little pen.

What he does is reach into the cooler
And picks the best scoop.
Just like a gem hand-picked by a jeweler.
He puts it on a chrunchy cone which makes you smile.
Because he gives you more than 1 scoop, he give you a pile.

Ice Cream Sunshine is the best.
He is very careful not to make a mess.
He always wants you to be happy and jolly.
And tries to cheer you up when you are feeling
melancholy.

Chef

By: Shae Keane

I am here with my uncle to tell you the in and out

Of what being a chef is all about.

So listen close, follow along…

With being a chef you can’t go wrong.

He walks into the door to start his day at work

He passes by the front desk clerk.

He puts on his tall, white hat designed for cooking

Then passes by a mirror to see how he’s looking

Then he starts cooking the morning meal, such as eggs, meat, and bacon

Slowly people can’t resist the smell and leave their hotel rooms to see what he’s makin.’

Today is special because next he gets to go on TV to explain how to make a meal

He gets his supplies ready, one, two, three, action…to me that’s a big deal!

After this he goes back to his office where people are waiting for a meal to fill their tummy.

Not only decorated but also yummy.

At his work he decorates the food he will cook

And people stop by to not only taste, but also look.

From chicken, eggs, beans, or meat

To something chocolate and very sweet

Chop, chop, I see cucumbers and tomatoes fly

And now a salad is ready to buy.

He whips up foods galore

Pastries, cakes, and even more

A little sugar, some salt there

He’s cooking many different meals everywhere!

Finally! Here he comes and he’s carrying my plate!

I am really hungry…I can’t wait!

A Teacher

By Drew Thomas

This is a poem about a teacher,

She also is like a preacher.

She sings prayers in class,

And she sings hymns in mass.

She teaches us Literature and Math,

She likes to lead us on the right path.

She taught us to Flip the Fraction and times,

She even taught us how to do poems with rhymes.

She is happy about her teaching career,

She gets our rear ends in gear.

With this teacher we have lots of fun,

This teacher is named Mrs. Gunn.

The Fire Fighter
By: Kristina M. Lumm

The fire fighter is the job that is best
Oh yes they are way better then the rest
Climbing the ladders faster and faster
Climbing the ladders was a skill to master

 Q                                                           g

    u                                                       n

      i                                                    i

       c                                                 s

         k                                              i

           get the hose the flames are r
But seeing it everyday it must not be surprising
They fight the fires all day long in the heat
And when they are done, boy are they beat!

How they are so brave I will never know
But they’re bravery still does show
I am so happy to have them around
They are always busy and have no time to lie down

The fire fighter is whom I love so much
And they are way easy to get in touch
They probably even fight their own fears
But if they did not then I would have to shed tears

My Dad

By: Brent Elliott

He starts his day

In his orange Chevrolet

He’ll go to Bowling Green

To visit all the customers he needs to see

Then he’ll take a break

To grab a steak

Now eat his lunch

Before the 12 o’clock crunch

Then with a flinch

He is back in a cinch

To tackle his desk

And clean up his nest

A nest made of fleets and fleets

Of notebook sheets

Some days it’s piled so high

It could probably touch the sky

The day is now done

Time for the homeward run

He always ends his day

In his orange Chevrolet

                     vet

By: Brittany Leedham 7S

          My brother works at the vet,

                 It’s a whole lot of fun I bet.

                  He takes care of puppies,

                  Even little duckies.

                 He sees dogs that are hairy,

                 He works with a guy named Berry.

                 He sees animals he wishes he could have had,

                 He also works with a guy named Brad.

                 He works with a cat,

                 He switches out days with a guy named Matt.

                 When he gets paid,

                  He brags about haw he has it made.

                   He walks the dogs,

                   He even sees hogs!!

                   My brother works at the vet,

                   When I turn sixteen I’ll work there I bet.

Sports Poems

Athletics

                        By: Christen Lally

Sports can make you healthy,

They can make you wise.

Some can also make you wealthy,

Good athletes often improvise.

Sports can get you scholarships,

And into meeting new friends.

Teams will sometimes win a championship,

And then their fame extends.

Athletics can get you into team building,

Especially when you work hard.

In soccer there’s not much yielding,

But try not to get a yellow card

When you are into athletics,

It can be very fun.

As long as you don’t need paramedics,

So that you can be number 1!

    Parasailing

By: Kristina Lumm    #12    7S

 I got on the boat and it went so fast,
 With the wind in my hair I was having a blast!
 Then we stopped in the middle of the ocean,
 And my dad handed me some suntan lotion.

 "Put this on" he said to me,
 It is very hot where we are going to be.
 So I put it on as fast as I could,
 The man asked us to go first, I said that I would.

 So he strapped me in really tight,
 And told me to hold on with all of my might.
 "Are you ready to fly high?" my dad said,
 Too excited to breath I just nodded my head.

 The boat started up again, once more,
 We caught the wind and started to soar!
 Higher and higher we grew in the sky,
 I felt like a bird just learning to fly!

 He brought us back in because our time was all done,
 I said that I did not care and that I had fun.
 We landed with a THUMP on the edge of the ship,
 But not before the driver gave us a dip.

 When I went parasailing I had the time of my life,
 I liked the way the boat cut threw the water like a knife.
 You should go too you will have loads of fun,
 But you might be sad when your ride is all done.  

                            Riding

By: Amber McKinney
 

The wind is flowing threw my hair
While I am riding this beautiful mare
We are going so fast
And I hope it will last

We are riding over hills valleys and plains
And I feel like I am finally out of those chains
The chains that hold me down all day
The chains that make me want to get away

I am not talking about physical chains, the chains
That are always moving like the world and sometimes I just want to be left in its remains
I want to be wild and free forever
Like the sun shines on the earth for ever and ever 

    The Beach

By: Candis Boyte

  I go to the beach every summer, 

          My dad thinks it a big bummer.

 When we go I have so much fun,

           Lying out in the sun.

As I watch the waves go by,

          I feel the rain coming from the sky,

When I go I always wish,

          I don’t get stung by a jellyfish.

We stay out there all day,

          Nothing can get in our way.

When its time for us to go,

         I will miss the beach so.

My Weekend

By: Melissa Spellman

Saturday morning the sun beat down,

And none of my teammates wore a frown.

Every once and a while the wind would blow,

My team stepped onto the field and was ready to go.

The whistle blew it was time for the game,

And none of my team was in any shame.

We were ready to win our games today,

And we would let nothing stand in our way.

We won all of our games and I was very glad,

But all of the other teams seemed quite sad.

I hung out with my friends for a while,

We were so hyper we could run a mile.

It was Sunday afternoon we were in the finals,

we were tired it was hot,

But we still won the first place spot!

We won our game that was it,

I was so glad because my coach didn’t have a fit!

Dancing for the Soul

By Adrienne Todd

I believe dancing's good for the soul,

It keeps you calm and in control

There's no better way to show your personality

Your spirit, your energy, your individuality

So dance, Dance! I tell you my friend

Dancing is what I truly recommend

Ballet, Hip Hop, Jazz, or Tap,

You can dance to any music, pop, classic, even rap.

If you’re having a bad day,

Dance it away

If you’re having a good day,

Dance and have a soiree!

So groove to the beat

Move and tap your feet

Count the music with twos and ones

Afterward you can enjoy some cinnamon buns

The Big Win

By  : Jeff whitely

The games is about to start

I can feel the thump of my heart.

Knowing that our team must play smart

I can feel the thump, thump of my heart.

The ball is dribbled down the court

As the crowd yells out support!

Our team does not fall short

As the ball is dribbled,  dribbled  down the court.

The ball is thrown with a swish my way

I catch it without delay.

As I shoot the ball I pray

And watch it go swish, swish to make the play!

The ball comes my way as I jump

And my heart goes thump, thump.

The other team begins to quibble

As the ball begins to dribble, dribble.

The game is won as I wish

When the ball goes swish, swish,  swish .

Repetition Poems

Zoo

By: Jessica Lascelle

Today we are going to the zoo

I haven’t been since I was two!

What sounds will I hear?

Will there be any animals that I will fear?

We first saw a monkey

And actually, it did smell quite funky.

“Ooh, ooh, ahh, ahh” was its sound

And this crazy monkey sound just made me want to dance around, around, and around.

Next, we saw a parrot

On his cage was a golden merit.

His sound was “ kwaak, kwaak, kwaak.”

This sound made me want to go take a nice long walk.

Next, we went to pet a lamb.

I think her name had to be Pam.

She let out a sudden “ bah, bah, bah”

Then from a crow I heard a sudden “caw, caw, caw.”

Next we saw a cow.

And since cows don’t belong in the zoo…we just asked ourselves “how?”

“Moo, moo, moo” was what we heard.

Then he walked over to a small baby bird.

The cow was with a baby duck.

Suddenly, we heard a not to faraway “Cluck, cluck, cluck.”

The cluck was from a hen,

Who had just ran away and was in a horse pen.

“Nay, Noah, nay” was their sound.

They seemed to be saying “I WANT HAY!”

We saw the fish last

“Blub, blub, blub” were the words spoken by the first class.

After this we went to eat.

OH MAN! I have never walked so much on my feet.

This day was one of a kind

And doing this again is definitely something I would not mind.

“Ooh, ooh, aahh, aah” “kwaa, kwaak, kwaak”

“Baah, baah, bah” “caww, caww, caww”

“Moo, moo, moo” “cluck, cluck, cluck”

“Nay, nay, nahh” “blub, blub, blub”

What sounds will I hear tomorrow?

Bark

By: Melissa Spellman

Whenever I see a puppy my eyes light up,

Then one day my mom said, “You are going to get your first pup.”

Then one day as if by lark,

My pup figured out how to bark, bark, bark.

She gets older everyday,

But she also gets cuter in every way.

Now we can’t take her for walks in the dark,

Because all she will do is bark, bark, bark.

Now years have past and she isn’t a pup no more,

And now her tummy even touches the floor.

I miss all those days I could take her to the park,

Now all she does is stay at home and bark, bark, bark.

The Girl Who Ate Too Much

By: Kristina Lumm

The once was a girl, who ate all that she could,
She ate when she sat and she ate when she stood.
She ate and she ate she stuffed and she stuffed,
She ate so much until her cheeks puffed!

Stuff Stuff Stuff, Gobble Gobble Gobble,
She ate so much that she stared to wobble!
Faster and faster she ate like a cow!
People started to stare and said "Look!" and "Wow!"

Stuff Stuff Stuff, Chew Chew Chew
She was eating too much that her face turned blue!
She ate so much that we thought she would pop!
She ate so much that we begged her to stop!

One day we were watching her and something strange occurred,
She was just finishing a slice of pizza, it was her two thousandth and  third!
She hiccupped twice and suddenly she wasn’t there,
There was food on the ground I guess she popped in thin air.

Now you know not to eat too much
And I mean to skip on the brunch
Keep this to yourself if you think this is funny
Listen to me you or might pop too, Honey!

The Squirrel

By: Patrick Crump

Spike the squirrel was climbing, climbing, climbing up the oak tree

He was free, free, free

As a leaf blowing in the breeze

It was spring so he sneezed, sneezed, sneezed

Poor Spike had allergies

His mom gave him benadryl

But he didn’t want to take the pill, pill, pill

Spike is a flying squirrel that is red

He makes his mom lose her head, head, head

His friends him Spike but his real name is Sean Mike

He leaps from tree, to tree

He is on a spree a carefree spree

Spikes spirit is free and wild

Just like a curious, curious child

After scampering about all day

He comes home to play, play, play

He dreams at night

                                He dreams of his glorious flight, flight, flight  

Work

by Rachel Charette

Came home from school

Having no free time is very, very cruel

With a backpack dragging on the ground

No time to just sit around

Just Work Work

Work Work

WORK!

Mother telling I have a boatload of things to do

Wash the dishes, clean your room, be sure clean that shoe

Clean the toilets, mop the floors, didn’t I tell you to take out the trash!

Change the light bulbs, vacuum the house, seems like my brain’s in a mash!

Get to Work Work

Work Work

WORK!

When you are done with those

There is still no time to dispose

Now go do your homework, I mean all of it

Do every bit of it to get full credit

Go do your Work Work

Work Work

WORK!

Finally it is time for bed

To rest my sore head

No more schoolwork

Finally I am done with my

Work Work

Work Work

WORK!

 “The March”

By  Matthew Daye

The army went-a-marching,

marching, marching, marching,

The platoon leader goes-a-shouting,

shouting, shouting, shouting,

Their boots sticking in the mud,

Clump! Clump! Clump!

The weaker ones tried to stay with their buds,

but they all felt like this mission was a dud.

On through the forest they got scratched,

scrape, scrape, scrape,

They kept stopping for wounds to be patched,

but they still panted even with their breaks,

pant, pant, pant,

and as the got hungry they dreamed of juicy steaks.

But they went on with a determined step,

marching, marching, marching,

and even the leader lost his pep,

silence, silence, silence,

and the singing got quieter,

hoarse, hoarse, hoarse,

but their packs got no lighter,

maybe next time they won’t lose the map.

seasons, seasons, seasons

                 by : shelby dubois    7G

   in the winter ,I sled down the hill

       on Christmas I watch my stocking fill

           outside, I hear the snowy wind blowing

               whish whish whirl  whish whish whirl                                 

    in the spring ,the flowers bloom 

       and the bees start buzzing, too

           but before May flowers

               there are April showers

                   pitter-patter,  pitter-patter

    in the summer , we go to the pool

       splish-splash  splish-splash

           the water’s nice and cool

               whew-whee!   whew-whee!

                    could it be any hotter?

                        I jump in and land

                            split-splat  split-splat

                                into the calm water

…then ,there’s fall

    or as some say, “autumn”

        earning a cent raking leaves                                

          and falling through the bottom;

             red , orange , yellow , and brown,

                the beautiful colors fill up your town

             taking walks going crunch crunch crunch 

but all the seasons are special in every way

      I love them all to this very day:

             whish whish whirl

                  pitter-patter  pitter-patter

             splish-splash  splish-splash

      crunch ,crunch ,crunch

Narrative Poems

 Stubbing your toe

                        By: Christen Lally

Stubbing your toe is quite painful,

It is something I’ll always dread.

The pain is quite plentiful,

It feels like your toe has gone dead.

The big toe hurts very bad,

But the pinky toe is the worst.

It usually makes me very mad,

It’s throbbing and I feel like it’s going to burst.

When you’re running along from room to room,

In the house and you’re in a rush.

All of a sudden I hear a KABOOM!

You stubbed your toe again and you’re yelling trying to hush.

So now you are on the couch, with your foot propped up,

And you’re speechless because of the pain.

The ice on your toe dripping into a cup,

And you think the feeling you’ll never gain.

My first day

It was my first day of school,
and as I walked inside
I thought I looked cool,
especially since my new friends were at my side.

I was sitting there when the teacher called out my name.
One of the kids was running and kicked over a bucket.
The classroom got quiet and I sat there full of shame,
and then I got the courage and said Jackson Luckett.

We knew everyone’s name now,
so we went outside to play.
We get to go out so early. Wow!
I said Mrs. Guinn do we get to stay out all day?

Mrs. Guinn said no.
She said we were going inside in one hour,
and then we get to go see a show.
About the BellSouth tower.

It was getting late,
and my class was ready to leave,
but she said we have to wait,
until everyone was in there chair, so we had to get Houston, Tagbo, and Steve

I went home that day,
and said that was fun.
My Mom then asked how my day was, and I said it was "okay,"
and then I went to bed and the day was done.

by,
Jackson Luckett

                   Bad Hair Day! By: Shae Keane

 I took a shower, then hopped into bed

  My hair was wet upon my head.

   I fell asleep and awoke the next day,

   To look into the mirror and begin to pray.

For it was all tangled, messy, yet dry…

But wouldn’t go down no matter how I try.

I combed it once, I combed it twice,

But it was no where looking nice.

I said” Oh, my gosh!” and was filled with dread

as I slowly applied hairspray to my head.

I tried a different plan and applied something that read “ Just for Hair”

But as I looked in the mirror it gave me quite a scare.

Next, I think why not flatten it that should bring down the poof a little

But all that flat iron did was leave my hair dry and brittle.

“Ok, I give up,” I said crying out my door

This is too much of a hassle I don’t want hair anymore!

So out come the scissors, chop, chop, they go.

I try to cut patient, I try to cut slow

But it only makes things worse! So now my hair was dry, brittle, tangled, gooey, and no where near brushed,

As I headed out the door feeling rather rushed.

Embarrassed, I walk into school as they laugh and scream,

When luckily, I wake up and realize it was only a dream

The Life of a Pirate

By: Patrick Crump

Sailing on the ocean blue

Was a ship named Black Shoe

It had had a Jolly Rodger on its sail

That made men cry and wail

The Black Shoe was the fastest ship

All those aboard gave the captain no lip

The captain was a tall and gnarly dude

Who had a wooden leg and a bad attitude

His hair was extremely messy and red

So the crew called him Captain Bed Head

He wore black boots and a gold ring in his ear

All who saw him felt great fear

Captain Bed Head was known far and wide

No ship could escape or hide

He would board a ship and take the loot

Then his crew gave them the boot

And what could be his favorite prank?

He loved to make prisoners walk the plank

Captain Bed Head sailed the Seven Seas

He thought he could do as he pleased

But one day to his surprise

The Pirate Loony Larry shot him between the eyes

The ship, the loot, and the crew sank into the sea

This is the end of the story you see

My Uncle

By Marie Jayme

A kind loving man,
Who always had a joke
Smart and always with a plan.
I guess you could call him a bloke.

A man who to himself.
With a brother and a wife.
He took me to see the movie "ELF"
Why did he have a short life?

He never went to parties.
He always stayed at home.
Always a ease
Like the ocean foam.

He cared less for himself
And more for other beings.
I keep his picture on my shelf.
Thinking of him on eagle's wings.

Nature is what he loves
The sound of the trickling stream
The birds up above.
And the sun's bright beam.

But those are just memories of my Uncle Tom.
I am sad that he is now gone.
I don't know if I should be calm,
Or if I should be as frightened as a fawn.

Lord,
help us through every day.
Help us to love one another,
thinking that they may be gone tomorrow.

Summer

~ Reilly Gallagher

It's the last day of school,
And summer is in the air.
We are waiting for the bell,
So we can relax in our beach chair.

I am thinking of beaches,
On hot summer days.
And eating ice cream,
While relaxing in the sun's ray's.

I can almost feel,
The hot summer sand.
While I am playing in the ocean,
With many fish at hand.

Sleeping in late,
Parasailing so high,
Scuba diving really deep,
They make me feel like I can fly.

As my perfect summer dreams
Came suddenly to a stop,
I heard the final bell.
And I looked up at the clock.

Summer is a time,
For making new friends,
And going to the beach
LET THE FUN BEGIN!


never say never     

by: Shelby DuBois

                    once there was a girl

                   who had a best friend

                 they would laugh and laugh

                         and laugh again

                   they could never be seen

                     without one another

               both of them had one brother

                     one was s h o r t

                           one was TALL

                 when one was sad, together they    

               would        f

                                  a

                                     l

                                        l

                 when one had a victory , they’d

            celebrate together….when it was

             sunny ,they’d picnic in the park to

                     e n j o y  the weather

      could a move tear them a  p  a  r  t  ?

                 of course not , never!!

       They could still w r i t e and visit a lot

      But you know long-distance friendships

               don’t work as you thought

       then they both got busy and stopped

                          writing letters

                four hours     a  p  a  r  t ?

              that doesn’t make it better!

              now they only e-mail once in

                               a while

   and can’t even visit unless their parents 

drive what seems

                    like a thousand miles

but they still wear the necklaces around their neck in the shape of a heart  that

says , “best friends”…to make sure it’s

there everyday ,they check

thought they’d never be torn a p a r t?  well, we did too,           

                   but…..never say  never

A day we will never forget

By: Jessica Lascelle 7G

In the fifth grade, we didn’t have many cares in the world

Mostly the girls were thinking about getting their hair curled

The boys were thinking about sports,

And playing in different basketball courts

But on this day the world was changed

The people that did this would’ve had to be deranged

Lives were lost

All because these people wanted to show us that they wanted to be the boss

This happened in NYC….

Everyone said this is the place to be

Firefighters risked their lives

All to save husbands wives.

This day was 9-11

And so many people went to heaven

These were horrible attacks

And I bet that is why they call it the Terrorist Attacks

What happened was this ……

People unknowingly gave each other their last good bye hug and kiss

They hijacked a plane

Planning it perfectly so they knew it was not going to rain

They crashed the plane into the twin towers

Killing people as if they were stepping in a bed of flowers

People praying for their lives

And people trying not to listen to the horrible cries

Don’t ya wonder what these people were thinking?

Those buildings... they…they just started sinking

This day was on T.V for days

People acting as if they were lost in a maze

Now we are in the War

And the bad guys just seem to be saying “I want more”

We pray for the families that are split up

And hope nothing bad happens so we can say

That would be just pure luck

All this stuff has happened to us

And I’m so glad we didn’t get hit by a bus

I hope this doesn’t happen again

And I’m ending this poem with a great big “Amen”.

Experiences of Pearl Harbor

By Patrick Crump

I was twenty one in Nineteen Forty One

A year that would change my life forever

I thought I had seen it all and that I was very clever

But at eight am on December 7^th hell was about to be reborn

Out of the sky rained fire and storm

From enemy planes unseen that morn

The bombs were dropping from the blue sky like hail

The sound they made was like a banshee’s wail

All at once my eyes beheld a blizzard of smoke

The thick black kind that makes you gasp and choke

The air was burning all around me

There was nothing I could see

I felt like the devil had opened a gate to hell

As I watched hundreds fell

Anger reigned in my soul

I knew this day had taken its toll

Death and despair were here

It pierced my heart like a spear

But I knew even in my despair that my God was near

I learned that day that everyone’s life is a gift

And that justice is not always swift

It was years before we won the war and settled Pearl Harbors score

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