How Sweet it is! Hawaiian Beach
The Nazis Are Coming
Sitting in my rainbow beach chair, Island breeze flowing through my hair, Giant waves splashing by, Hot sun up in the sky, Getting a warm peaceful tan, White sticky sunscreen on my back, I’m in Hawaii, So I will relax. Smelling Bird of Paradise, Even a Hibiscus, Seeing coconuts fall from a palm tree, Surfers surfing far and freely, Boats passing through the big blue, Floating rainbows in the sky, Seagulls squaking way up high, In Hawaii, Aloha is goodbye! Mahlee Evans
The Nazis are coming Coming to take over the world OH no they have found my mom But they did not find me The Nazis are coming They are coming for me
Grade 6, Northwest Middle School
What to do! “Forget it,” he snaps back. The conversation feels all wrong. Leave? who is the only person in the world I’m certain I love? And even if we did…even if we did…where this stuff about having kids come from? When we met, I was a skinny twelve-year-old, and although he was only two years older, he already looked like a man. Besides, if he wants kids, Gale won’t have any trouble finding a wife. He’s good-looking, he’s strong enough to handle the work in the mines, and he can hunt. It makes me jealous but not for the reason people would think. “What do you want to do?” I ask. We can leave our poles and gather in the woods. Tonight. After the reaping, everyone is supposed to celebrate. But at least two families will pull their shutters, lock their doors, and try to figure out how they will survive the painful weeks to come. Nakyla Raye-Hill
They are taking my mom to a concentration camp The Nazis are coming Oh no! They have me I will be forced to go To a concentration camp The Nazis have come. Tyler Vogt Grade 6, Worley Elementary
Memory Quilt Memory quilt, comforting and warm, A sea of colorful squares carefully sewn together with love, A prairie of memories holding to each other with great strength, Threads and squares of different colors and sizes. Blue smooth, small ones. Golden rough, large ones. Rainbow large. Pink striped. Some from old dresses, some from worn out old shirts. Each with its own story to tell. Each with its hundreds of memories. Memory quilt, comforting and warm. Abigail Thouvenin Grade 6, Homeschool
J-Walking
The green grass grows in the cracks of the dark, dark, asphalt It grows and it grows ‘till it can grow no more So that the asphalt looks Like a tiny grass store So as I walk Across the asphalt On the grass As it grows I left some footprints to have a say That I was J-walking that day. Adam Kalmar Grade 7, North Canton Middle School
Grade 6, Gibbs Elementary
Stark County District Library ~ 2012 Youth Poetry Contest ~ Page 65