Thoughts from 7th graders at the PIMS
By: Craig Schiff; Calli Ambrose; Gavin Kelley; John Saucier; Emily Sjoberg; Abigail Shaw
The Wrong Side of the Tracks
By Craig Schiff
The German gun was as cold as German hearts.
Hatred ran through Germany for the Jews.
The suitcases filled with
valuables gone,
And pictures to remember the good times vanished.
My friends to remember the good times gone in the gas chambers.
My family stripped from me and gone, forever.
The rations of bread were gone in seconds, not by me but by others.
The fires were big just like the chimneys they were coming out of
A chimney that had a strange smell to it, it was like smelling
A burned rose that sat in garbage for a week.
Fires of an unforgettable scene,
Rose from pits where dead
bodies lie.
The screams you can hear from miles and miles away.
Just listening to them made me scream.
It was cold, but not as cold as the German hearts
The sound of trains filled the air and the surrounding land for miles.
Sitting on the trains was like
sitting in a bed of a truck filled with water and mud,
The sound of gunshots was in the air. When we stopped it felt like
We stopped forever, then some of us gone forever.
Getting off the trains was like getting off a roller coaster.
We were herded into a sorting area, boys and girls apart.
The sound of children crying was unbearable,
So many children were crying they could make a river of tears.
Some died, some lived.
Some days were hot like the barrel of a German machine gun
After they were done with my friends.
People were crying but no tears fell, water had vanished just like our happiness, and
freedom. But anger took over the Germans.
Grade 7
Presque Isle Middle School
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Calli Shae Ambrose
By Calli Ambrose
Calm,
Artistic,
Loving,
Laughable,
Imperfect.
Silly,
Honest,
Amazing,
Energetic.
Academic,
Magnificent,
Brave,
Really happy,
Optimistic,
Sincere,
Enthusiastic.
Grade 7
Presque Isle Middle School
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Maine’s Winters
By Gavin Kelley
I love winters in Maine.
Warm blankets of snow,
Christmas trees, sleigh rides, and hot cider to go.
I love winters in Maine.
Hot cocoa straight from the fountain,
Skiing snow-peaked mountains; no pain no gain.
I love winters in Maine.
Snowmen, sliding, perfect snow days,
Enjoying winter hundreds
of different ways.
I love winters in Maine.
The sound of scraping ice off the car
As it falls off, and covers the last piece of tar.
I love winters in Maine.
The sweet smell of holiday treats,
Ice covered trees from winter’s cold sleet.
I love winters in Maine.
Snowball fights, snow-angels in flight,
So perfectly white, what a
beautiful sight.
Grade 7
Presque Isle Middle School
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Dirty/Clean
By John Saucier
Dirty
Stinky, stains
Running, muddy, wet
Ground, cold, warm, comfort
Pajamas, fresh, family
Dry, rest
Clean.
Grade 7
Presque Isle Middle School
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Almost Winter
By Emily Sjoberg
When you don’t want it to be winter,
But at the same time you do,
You know Aroostook’s main season
Is chasing after you.
When your backyard looks gloomy,
And all leaves are on the ground,
You know that precious snow
Is coming right around.
When all of your freezing fingers
Look like chili peppers outside,
You know that the below zeros
Have nowhere else to hide.
When your sibling’s ski pants
Are scattered on the floor,
You know that beautiful fall
Is not with us anymore.
Grade 7
Presque Isle Middle School
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The Way We Wither
By Abigail Shaw
I wish I were a rose.
Beautiful, big, but sharp.
No one would want to hurt me,
because of my thorns.
But I am not a rose.
I am a daisy.
Plain, small,
and easy to crush.
They tried to get me,
the dandelions,
they tried to get me.
Dandelion,
it sounds happy, and nice.
This is just the opposite
of what they were.
They are a weed.
They take over gardens.
They take our nutrients.
No flower wants them around.
They pluck our petals,
and wait until we die.
We hope that some day,
someone will save us,
and stop the way we whither.
Grade 7
Presque Isle Middle School
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