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The End

by: Will Doran

As humans, we cannot comprehend, anything without an end,

Transitions are hard from old to new,

switching to something you are not use to,

An ending is final, that's that. Nothing is next,

It's as simple as that,

The end might be near…. and might not,

Live how you feel you should and you will never be misunderstood,

An ending is a finale,

enough is enough,

life is a cycle, edges aren’t rough,

When it's all over Life has taken its last turn made a final bend. It's difficult for us humans to comprehend... An end that is the end.

Cold

by Andrew Kopacz and David Yang

The 5 degrees left after one heck of a winter,

forever dwindling in the air

The cold makes people use their kindling making warmth flow through their hair.

Emily Choi Grade 7

Roses are red,

Violets are blue,

A lot of people like you,

And you should know too.

Anushka Vachani Grade7

On the top of the hill

you look down, and get a few chills.

You lean forward and there you go...

moving side to side.

As you travel, the shimmering snow glows,

the wind is in your face as you keep on gliding. The sensational feeling of the sun glowing, the snow shining.

Oldest

by Anonymous

I’m called the oldest,

that’s who I am,

Sometimes that’s a good thing,

but sometimes that’s bad.

I have to be the role model,

I can’t act like a child.

I have to be the one everyone looks up too.

Sometimes I don’t want to be that person.

Maybe I want to do whatever I feel like. Maybe I don’t want to be the role model. Maybe I want to be the youngest.

But that’s not who I am.

The Worth of Silence

By Claire Goldberg Grade 7

How do you characterize nothing? Is it more than less than something?

Is quiet the equivalent of 0,

Waiting until its time to become a hero and give it worth?

Is quiet the sound of thoughts thrashing wildly within

Kept caged and flailing in your brain therein

Can you give quiet value or worth? When you think a kind thought, but do not say It aloud,

Does it fill the silence around you? If you hear yourself say utter praise when no one is around

Does it fill the silence around you? Does the other side of the moon shine?

When a tree falls in the desolate forest, does it make a sound?

Who will fill their silence

With kindness it is forever timeless.

I give quiet worth with hope.

I give quiet worth with love.

I give quiet worth with happiness and friendship.

I fill the gaps of nothing with something so full

It begins to fill other people’s silence

How do you characterize nothing? Is it more than less than something?

Is quiet the equivalent of 0,

Waiting until its time to become a hero and give it worth?

Is quiet the sound of thoughts thrashing wildly within

Kept caged and flailing in your brain therein

But who will give it value or worth?

by Ella Jeffries

Life of a Flower

When flowers are born They're closed real right And then they bloom And their petals Shine in the light

By Claire Goldberg

What do they hold? A story left untold? Or was it said But then left dead, To the shadowy silence of the untold?

Equestrianist

By Sarah Klute

I'm from the wind rushing by,

On the back of a horse,

And thoughts running free.

I'm from the soft arena floor,

With the look of sand (yellow, soft and bright)

I'm from the sun setting before Done riding.

From jumping 3' on horse back And tripping over 3''

On human feet.

I'm from dawn to dusk Surrounded by horses.

From galloping through felids Surrounded by mooing cows, Running along besides us. Spooking horses who can't stand a car.

And brave horses

Who can stand a lightning bolt, That even I couldn’t.

I'm from driving through pouring rain

To get to a show.

From swimming on a horse

After a long day at BISC.

I'm from champion saddle pads And buckets of horse stuff.

From apple horse treats,

(That I might have tried).

And grain and malicious, (that I definitely tried).

I'm from the ribbons

Hanging on the wall,

That only show the final product And not all the long nights

And hard days It took to get there.

I am from each of those ribbons that show

That I had meet my goal,

Even when I really didn’t

I'm from a girl who doesn’t wear ribbons In her hair,

Only on her wall,

And sometimes tucked away in a box under her bed.

And in that box there is a picture. Of a moment long remembered For the work that it took,

And maybe for the glory.

The End

by: Will Doran

As humans, we cannot comprehend, anything without an end,

Transitions are hard from old to new,

switching to something you are not use to,

An ending is final, that's that. Nothing is next,

It's as simple as that,

The end might be near…. and might not,

Live how you feel you should and you will never be misunderstood,

An ending is a finale,

enough is enough,

life is a cycle, edges aren’t rough,

When it's all over Life has taken its last turn made a final bend. It's difficult for us humans to comprehend... An end that is the end.

Emily Choi Grade 7

Roses are red,

Violets are blue,

A lot of people like you,

And you should know too.

Anushka Vachani Grade7

On the top of the hill

you look down, and get a few chills.

You lean forward and there you go...

moving side to side.

As you travel, the shimmering snow glows,

the wind is in your face as you keep on gliding. The sensational feeling of the sun glowing, the snow shining.

The Worth of Silence

By Claire Goldberg Grade 7

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How do you characterize nothing? Is it more than less than something?

Is quiet the equivalent of 0,

Waiting until its time to become a hero and give it worth?

Is quiet the sound of thoughts thrashing wildly within

Kept caged and flailing in your brain therein

Can you give quiet value or worth? When you think a kind thought, but do not say It aloud,

Does it fill the silence around you? If you hear yourself say utter praise when no one is around

Does it fill the silence around you? Does the other side of the moon shine?

When a tree falls in the desolate forest, does it make a sound?

Who will fill their silence

With kindness it is forever timeless.

I give quiet worth with hope.

I give quiet worth with love.

I give quiet worth with happiness and friendship.

I fill the gaps of nothing with something so full

It begins to fill other people’s silence

How do you characterize nothing? Is it more than less than something?

Is quiet the equivalent of 0,

Waiting until its time to become a hero and give it worth?

Is quiet the sound of thoughts thrashing wildly within

Kept caged and flailing in your brain therein

But who will give it value or worth?

by Ella Jeffries

Life of a Flower

When flowers are born They're closed real right And then they bloom And their petals Shine in the light

By Claire Goldberg

What do they hold? A story left untold? Or was it said But then left dead, To the shadowy silence of the untold?

Equestrianist

By Sarah Klute

I'm from the wind rushing by,

On the back of a horse,

And thoughts running free.

I'm from the soft arena floor,

With the look of sand (yellow, soft and bright)

I'm from the sun setting before Done riding.

From jumping 3' on horse back And tripping over 3''

On human feet.

I'm from dawn to dusk Surrounded by horses.

From galloping through felids Surrounded by mooing cows, Running along besides us. Spooking horses who can't stand a car.

And brave horses

Who can stand a lightning bolt, That even I couldn’t.

I'm from driving through pouring rain

To get to a show.

From swimming on a horse

After a long day at BISC.

I'm from champion saddle pads And buckets of horse stuff.

From apple horse treats,

(That I might have tried).

And grain and malicious, (that I definitely tried).

I'm from the ribbons

Hanging on the wall,

That only show the final product And not all the long nights