Capturing a memory

We read Srinkath Reddy's "Waiting for the Eclipse in the Black Garden" and students wrote their own poems capturing an important memory.

2nd Period

Amanda Harb
Missing My Christmas

I woke up.
We usually go to family's house.
My mom says "no".
We're staying home.
I want to go.
Have some fun.
Be with my family.
But no.
We stay home.
All in the quiet.
No noise.
No laughing.
All alone in the quiet.
On Christmas day.

Ruth Thompson
Waiting by the Waters

The waves crash against the rocks.
The glimmer in her eye.
I can smell the whispers.
The sand twirls below
and I'm still for one second.
I climb near
closer and closer.
I can feel the sun's greetings.
And I rise higher that the clouds in the sky.
And I say goodbye.



Daisy Ogede
My first important phone call

Before the sun rises
When I come back to life
One ring
shifts my attention
"Hello, may I know who is speaking?"
"Your father."
Five seconds blank.
First in eight years
Smooth, bold voice was familiar
I was five again
"Where was he for all these years?"
"Does he still remember me?"
"Why did he leave?"
Questions silenced forever.

Jonathan Herrera
The Metal Flying Horse

Hundreds of people waiting to get in.
Some go to mine, some to other ones.
The animal roars at us as we pass.
I sit down on the beast and wait…wait
I feel the butterflies shaking right out of my stomach
As this creature started to run I had no choice.
I had to hold on.
56 people on, only one that panics.
Wind across its face and starts to fly.
It turned dark for a while
Then I looked outside, it suddenly brightened
I can finally see.
Finally.

Jenny Shultz
- The Rush -

Clear crop field.
Gas fumes spinning all over
Woods surrounding me
Wheels running.
Jump on, and hold your breath
Push the gas and go
Fast. Faster
Feel the wind
Hear the wing
Hear the rush of wind,
Feel the rush.