Untitled

By Alyssa T.

You stare at an almost blank screen thinking of what to

type

You start typing random things, realizing that it makes

no sense

Then you think of an idea

You start typing really fast not even bothering to correct

mistakes until it’s done

Sooner or later you have a finished product

You begin to ask yourself how this happened

Then you realize it wasn’t so hard

If you stare at a blank screen things will appear

I call this untitled because at first I did not know what to

type

Then I started typing out of nowhere

Realizing that I could write about

Wetness of the Undergrowth

By Avery L.

Rain, after a mighty storm,

glazed on the grassy field is a

happy sight, like an everlasting smile for miles and

miles.

The passion for this mighty sight explodes in

my mind, and festers like a diabolic scheme.

My glee lasts so long, floating gently through the

air.

The smiles on my face were manifold, sunlit

with joy and exultation.

I sigh a deep happy sigh of relief.

The secrets of nature show their beauty within the

sparkling crystals resting upon the undergrowth.

The water silently bends the mighty grass.

OAT

By Aisha M.

Sitting, apprehensive, we approach the vast mountain 

Slowly we exit the van and put on our packs 

Trek, Trek, Trek…we are getting closer 

Stairs…nothing but a bunch of flights of stairs 

Panting, Panting, Panting we climb the stairs 

Finally, beyond the tall tall trees, we spot…BLUE SKIES! 

We have reached the very top of the mountain! 

Looking down at all the things that were once smaller than us 

In taking the beautiful sights that were displayed before us 

Waking up early in the morning was very hard to do 

For last night, the wind blew 

Downhill, downhill we shall go 

As well as many up-hills that kept many of us at a reasonable pace 

More beautiful views we did see Mother Nature is so gorgeous, as pretty as can be 

The next morning was the last morning there 

Where did the time go? 

What’s that in the distance? Road! 

We have successfully completed the hike! 

That will be an experience that will forever stay in our hearts

Visitors

By Dawson J.

We are visitors to you, but we come not to disturb. 

We simply come to admire your beauty in silence. 

Your leaves turning from pre-school green to a blazing red fire. 

Your spider webs that live out in the open, 

And your spider webs that stay hidden, 

Waiting like a cat, ready to pounce on its prey. 

I wander off into my own little world, but I am still a visitor to yours.

I rest on one of Mother Nature’s benches. 

I take in the water-burdened leaves, sagging to the moist earth. 

I watch leaves spiraling to the ground, like helicopters 

Each one sun-lit and blinding. 

Do you mean to blind me? 

Have I wandered off where I shouldn’t? 

I ask myself, but know that there is no answer. 

And so I wander further into your world, 

And can only hope you will welcome me soon, 

As part of you.

Eyes

By Alyssa T.

Everywhere I go I see people studying, eating or in some sort of chat group when we have recess or free time. I also see that some people are just walking around, maybe exploring the building.
Some people are just getting ready for what is next. I notice that everyone has something going on.
Everywhere I look there are signs saying to write for
I seem to think the "Upper Upper Level," as I like to call it, is the most popular hangout spot, especially for the 7
You may not agree with me but I cannot help what I notice and see. I‘ve been told by friends, "you‘ve got eyes, use 'em." I finally realized what they meant. Without asking questions, observing, noticing or seeing things, you may not get the big picture. But I sure do The Column or Ponus Papers. There are even signs for this in the bathroom. People are mostly always excited for sports games or maybe are showing off something new they have or got. th graders. Most kids are there during any free time. I guess the 3rd level is cooler. Every day I hear something new. I wonder what all the buzz is about; then I eventually find out. So, I wrote this article, story, poem or whatever you want to call it to show my appreciation for what I see or notice every day. I love how the 9th graders are so energetic and how they have so much spirit. I soon realize there is so much more I can say I have noticed, but people will soon notice it too. Look around and you will see what I see: A BIG, HAPPY STUDENT BODY. see it.