CAROLINA FRIENDS SCHOOL The Digital Lit Mag
Creative Thoughts from Middle School Minds 2011-12
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Lit mag staff: Hadiyah Omar, Henry Spuria, James DePolo, Kaydi Zembow, Shafe Selvidge, Tyler French, Victoria Cruell, Zoe Scretchings.
9/11 On that one fateful day, Al Qaeda
9/11 Never Forgotten
terrorists went out to hijack 4 planes. One of them hit the North tower. People were crying and screaming, not knowing what to do. Soon after, the South tower had been hit. Another plane hit the the Pentagon. The fourth plane was also going to Washington, D.C. Some people believe they were heading for the White House or the Capitol Building. The passengers found out what was happening, and they managed to overthrow the hijackers and crash the plane into a field in Pennsylvania. Both towers fell, but only 16 people survived. Many people that day risked their lives and died heroes.
Zoe Scretchings September 12, 2001
Tuesday, September 11, 2001 A gorgeous day with blue skies and a bright sun In New York people were walking with smiles lit Soon before the North Tower would be hit BOOM! People were running all over the place It’s no Ime for rhyming, let’s cut to the chase Confusion, fright, emoIons were running wild Fireman were sent out to help people in need BOOM! The South Tower’s been hit! The ﬁremen got busy, they put the ﬁre out But this parIcular job was harder than they thought An hour later the South Tower fell down ALL the way down to the ground By now they discovered this was no mistake 4 planes had been hijacked, it was a terrorist aPack This just in, the North Tower has fallen down ALL the way down to the ground This is for the brave souls The people who had to make the decision to burn or to jump The people who had to tell their kids, “Daddy’s not coming home.” The legacy of 9/11 is not to grieve for the loss But to remember the heroes who risked and gave their lives for other people
People who died
2,998 Firemen who died
343 Survivors when the towers fell
the way in, and the way out every middle schooler has a double challenge: first, to be unique and to appreciate all that makes one special, and second to be connected to others and to appreciate the sameness at the heart of all of us, what gives shape can make us uncomfortable the skin that surrounds us, the essence within us, can feel like the first draft of work, as we feel each flaw as a mistake that draws the myopic eye, whereas thereâ€™s that of creation in that draft and we should honor how far it goes toward what can be true, the first step out from possibility into the actual is always worthy of awe, who we are at our heart does not want to stay alone, and every step we make that is of a true connection pulls us toward the other to make a whole larger than the sum of parts, the young work their souls hard in this daunting challenge, all of us should honor the way in to ourselves and the way out to others with the substance our lives.
by Henry H. Walker October 8, â€™11
Layout and photography by: Victoria C.
Poem by: Natasja Brezenski
For those who write their music, dare dream for seas who sail by stars, and dance on every breeze, for those who live life, for those who write their music
DIAMOND B Y: S E L E N A FA I T H
I feel it all rush up the anger and the pain my vision blurs as a little drop of water falls to the floor like a diamond shattering apart I sit and let the tears fall from my eyes and they all shatter apart as they hit the floor and new diamonds rise up and start falling too
Layout by: Victoria Cruell
POEMS by selena
My feet splash into the water and the sand slush splatters against my ankles the ocean spay flies into the air and lights up as it shines in front of the sun my legs move faster and faster with each lunge farther and farther i stop and the waves splash against my legs as i look into the ocean and i start believing layout by henry spuria
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O, L L E H O L YE L B D HE O O G E Y B GOOD t last I am here a as passed the time h r good I’m here fo stood so strong I as blown the wind h grown and I have er now I’m strong w how I don’t kno ere but life is h dear and I know hard that life is u’ll stay just say yo Go fly away y into the sk
say it’s time to odbye goodbye go
Photography and layout by: Victoria Cruell
ith a F a n le e S : y b Poem
My dogs are so much fun They greet me at that door and walk me out before I leave When I am home they sit on my lap and chase toys Sometime theyâ€™re bad and they chew up my shoes or eat off the table, But they are still so much fun Woof Woof
By Ben Alexander Layout by James DePolo the black cat sleek powerful, and clever my friend who I loved and who though he couldn’t talk I felt like I could read what he was trying to tell me every day I went to see him until one day he wasn’t there why I asked, they said he was gone, why I asked again they said he was dead.
SPOT By Liam Searles-Bohs I feel like I始ve been sitting here for years Face-down, can始t move Or else he might see me What is this near my nose? It has the consistency of dried applesauce or crusty milk. Elmer始s glue on my floppy ear The two little round spots on my side which I始m named after Ooop! Up I go, thrown high in the air And then down like a rock. His gentle hands catch me and then drop me onto the bed, destined to lie here for another year.
A best friend someone to tell anything at all to trust and to care for the best thing that you could ever have, a dog
By Anonymous Layout by Kaydi
POEMS by jackson cecil
poem from writing quest!
the smell of a new rain fills the air voices sound but nature takes over once more crickets and birds compete for loudest song of the morning bringing the sun out in all its glory the canopy blocking it out like blinders on a horse the water trickles scilantantly in the stream as an assasian would creep up on prey a new call brakes through the high pitched hum of the incekts the sun pieces the clouds like a fang through skin blinding me
Drawing by: Nora Martin
Clear skies on a silent day. A magical garden just waiting for someone to open the gatesâ€“ open the gate to an alternate universe. A place where imagination is the key. Poem, photography and layout by: Victoria Cruell
Flying Carp By Seth Lee
A flying Carp In the sky Iâ€™m hoping he Will do a dive
In the water From up high With a splash It almost died
Layout by Shafe
By Enjay Layout by James DePolo She has a place in many hearts But I’m afraid she’s out of aces And is stuck with the wrong cars And everyday sees the wrong faces Many street songs are dedicated to her name Shouting for her to never change and to always stay the same A daughter of the streets Her heart losing its heat But to me she means everything And I’ve always got her back She’s always been loyal And these are all facts She’s loyal even if your dumb or smart And I’ll always be loyal, Copenhagen you’re my heart!
The Redwood Forest By Zoe Lindsey-‐Mills Layout by James DePolo
There was only one way and that was up Higher and higher until out of sight We hiked and hoped over zig zaged routes There was one that was so big we climbed right inside It was so beautiful there was only peace and nothing but silence
TIME time is fast or slow
you have got to accept it tick tock goes the clock
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Poem and photo by Kaydi H. Zembow
Try by Fiona Lane ______________ There are only so many ways I can try, try to show you, show you who I am, because I am afraid. There are only so many times I can try, try to tell you, tell you I am afraid, because I am who I am.
Drawing by Kaydi Zembow
Whispers I am the whispers picked up by the waves, the murmurs heard by the hills, standing forever, listening forever. I am the voices recalled by the woods, slowly remembering the things said long ago. I am the whispers picked up by the rivers, the murmurs heard by the valleys, sinking forever, listening forever I am the voices recalled by the birds, slowly remembering things said long ago. I am the whispers picked up by the waterfall the murmurs heard by the mountains, ruling forever, listening forever. I am the voices recalled by the butter<lies, slowly remembering the things said long ago.
Swan Lake Poem By Georgia Fabec Layout By Zoe Scretchings
I remember the time I played Swan lake I was the princess the star Beauty! I was the one the shined over everyone in the town With my gleaming eyes and grace everyone wanted to be me... I would always find the secrets beneath I was the mighty swan! BECAUSE THAT IS WHOM I WANTED TO BE!
Blissful Illiteracy Poem by:
kcalb elttil esoht lla ta kooL
Look at all those little black squiggles Some day I’d like to learn how to decode them
But for now all I need is the pictures
ot woh nrael ot ekil d’I yad emoS Without looking at the words
I know exactly what’s happening
serutcip eht si deen I lla won rof tuB
Sometimes I will be read to,
But I like looking just as much.
The words are dry cereal flakes
sdrow eht ta gnikool tuohtiW
And the pictures succulent, sugar-covered raisins Dripping in the milky white of the page.
gnineppah s’tahw yltca xe wonk I
When I see only words I sail by without even looking but then I turn the page and find a full page picture,
,ot daer eb lliw I semitemoS
like finding an island paradise after sailing by only desolate and uninhabited islands.
.hcum sa tsuj gnikool ekil I tuB I still feel very similarly. Looking back sometimes I still feel the letters are like little black ants marching across the page taking the color from a beautiful picnic.
Layout and photography by Victoria Cruell
sekalf laerec yrd era sdrow ehT
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