By: Khasen Lowe; Logan Michaud; Issac Devine; Heather Kirk; Colby Ouellette; Judah Olugbemi
My Last Ride
By Khasen Lowe
Whistles come from the train we ride.
Trapped in our boxcars, worries begin to fill our hopeless eyes.
As they started to unload our cart,
icy cold winds touched my face.
Courtyards of sand, dirt, and rock.
Buildings of cold lifeless stone and wood,
and bitterness in every direction.
Trees stolen of their leaves.
Our belongings taken never to receive again.
Elders, women, and children all taken away,
To where they go we wonder.
Late at night the sky glows red.
Nothing green remains, only brown death.
Shadows of guns, whips and nightsticks seared into our minds.
Smells of stews no longer arise, only the smell of rotten flesh.
Barbed fences to maim and snag.
Towers that watch over us like eyes of a hawk.
No where to hide, no where to flee.
Thoughts arise of escape, yet none are taken …
For all the fields are filled with mines.
Grade 7
Presque Isle Middle School
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Dust In The Wind
By Logan Michaud
Smoke from the chimney, like dust of the past.
Piles in the fields,
Bodies lying in our front yard.
A little girl asks,
“Where is my mom?”
That she won’t find out.
We didn’t know them.
They didn’t know us.
Why do we care?
Why did they have to die?
We could have been one of them.
I can hear the screams.
I can hear the whistle in the wind,
“I’m over here.”
As the last words of a family are spoken.
The mother takes the bullet for her young daughter,
The baby still cradled in mom’s arms.
Together forever they will remain.
Time to take a shower.
Those will be their last heard words.
We all know what happened.
They will always wonder why.
See the prints
Of the best friend frozen.
The prints of the past.
Everyone will leave one.
The stories will remain to be told.
Part of them forever.
Grade 7
Presque Isle Middle School
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Biggest Crime of All
By Issac Devine
Cruelty against the Jews,
Just battling to survive.
Outside in the cold
They’re freezing and alone.
Inside in the warmth
We are so happy,
Sitting so peacefully and innocent,
Committing the biggest crime of all.
Footprints leading away from the camp alone and cold,
Imprinted in the snow and ash.
Small footprints thin and boney,
As though mice made them.
We see our footprints leading all around
In the snow.
Big footprints compared to theirs.
Ash flows out of the chimney like clouds,
Drifting so peacefully.
The glow so beautiful as though nothing were wrong.
It was the saddest smell ever.
We smell a happy smell
Like food.
What we see are clouds,
What they see is ash.
What we smell is food,
What they smell is death.
We feel strong and healthy,
While they feel week and hungry.
Grade 7
Presque Isle Middle School
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PIGLETS
By Heather Kirk
Pink little angels,
Impish most of the time.
Great animals to play with,
Lovable creatures.
Eyes are usually brown,
Tails are so cute,
Snout so wet, and glossy.
Grade 7
Presque Isle Middle School
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Fire/Water
By Colby Ouellette
Fire
Red, hot
Burning, destroying, roaring
Unstoppable, rolling, gentle, clear
Chasing, tumbling, falling
Clean, crystal
Water.
Grade 7
Presque Isle Middle School
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Sweet Sunset
By Judah Olugbemi
At the horizon,
Leaving pink, orange, and blue
The sun is setting.
Grade 7
Presque Isle Middle School
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