Thoughts from 7th graders at the PIMS
Allowing kids to dress up as who ever they want to be,
Licking at lollipops from the witch down the street,
Looking for new friends to meet.
On the lookout for creeps,
Watching some kids weep,
Everybody’s bags stuffed to the tippy top.
Enormous amounts of candy,
Nifty costumes you’ll never wear again.
Presque Isle Middle School
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Nighttime
By Emma Curtis
Darkness flows through the night,
Shadows run away from streetlights.
The moon shines bright in the sky,
And the stars start to fly.
The bats are happy without the sun,
And all the night creatures are having fun.
The owls start their flight,
In the dark of night.
I crawl into bed,
And cover up my head.
I close my eyes and fall asleep,
And soon the mice come out and creep.
The day has ended,
And the night befriended.
The sky is clear,
So the night is here.
Grade 7
Presque Isle Middle School
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Jungle/Forest
By Katrina Bragg
Jungle
Wet, leafy
Sagging, raining, dripping
Monkeys, frogs, — Raccoons, bears
Stilled, dripping, climbing
Dry, prickly
Forest.
Grade 7
Presque Isle Middle School
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As I Try To Write
By Hannah Chalou
I see my thoughts
As they trickle
Like water,
Out of my pencil
Jumbled-up letters
Cascading down the page.
They tumble and tussle
Fighting their way out,
Flowing with the viscosity
Of sweet syrupy molasses.
They bunch themselves together,
And come out in disarray
Sometimes …
They are obscure in their meaning
But as I try to write,
They have a way of making themselves heard.
Grade 7
Presque Isle Middle School
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Lost
By Marya Michaud
Over there all alone,
Fear and worry show.
Needing to trust and believe,
The animals of the night groan.
Getting scared from their moan,
In the woods, a place she did not know.
Sure they would have to achieve
Getting that meat she had shown?
Turning, getting a feeling she’d already known,
Seeing those terrifying eyes glow.
Running away, they didn’t retrieve,
Alone again when the cold wind had blown.
Still thinking about those eyes that had glown,
The animals her foe.
Awakening from that dream, a sigh of relief,
Until next time, the animals sit there like they were stone.
Grade 7
Presque Isle Middle School
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Poetry
By Savannah Levesque
Poetry is the work
Of
Especially
True
Readers
Yearning for more.
Grade 7
Presque Isle Middle School
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