 My Computer
by Rowen, fourth grade poet
I use my computer
Every day
Even when my friends come to stay and play
I show them everything
They need to know
So that they know how to use one
When they go on home
My Computer
My Computer
When I run down the road
With my computer friend
I like to type up some messages
To go n’ send
When I’m back at my house
I use the mouse
I use it to navigate all around
It jumps and leaps
And acts like a hound
My Computer
My Computer
I’m so glad I have
This mechanical friend
If I didn’t, what would I do?
It’s a very useful tool, through and through
My Computer
My Computer
My Computer
My Computer
 Eyes That Can Talk
by Meghan, tenth grade poet
As they say, “There’s more than meets the eye.”
On the outside, a plain pair of brown eyes.
On the inside, an anonymous perspective.
We all see, but in different, unique ways.
Are you curious about my feelings?
Look into my eyes, they tell you everything.
My eyes just can’t hold back emotions.
A sparkle of happiness, or a river of tears.
Bug-eyed with fear, or raging with anger.
From the Pacific Ocean, to the Eiffel Tower,
To the Grand Canyon and Disneyland,
Experiencing the crazy driving in the Philippines and watching
Everyone around me, including myself, grow up and live life.
I haven’t seen it all, but I’ve seen enough for right now, to be satisfied.
These eyes are the reason I have special memories.
They have made me see things that I want to remember forever.
Also, things I wish I’ve never seen.
Blue eyes, brown eyes, green eyes, or hazel eyes,
“There’s more than meets the eye.”
 Let Your Book tell Your Story
by Kristin, tenth grade poet
My book takes me to another world.
My book lives with me, breathes with me, cries with me.
My book hurts with me.
My book knows when I need to be taken away, to my other world.
My book knows that my parents don’t understand.
No one understands.
My book is nonliving.
My book can’t breathe.
My book can’t see,
But just because my book isn’t all these things,
It understands more than
Anyone ever would and ever will.
My book takes me to another world.
 Racer Ready
by Collin, tenth grade poet
I stand as silent sentinels
As he passes by.
A pack upon his back
As he thinks and wonders why.
Knowledge comes first
So I’ll stand by.
I stand as silent sentinels
As challenges become skills.
Each Obstacle to peruse,
To perfect before the hills.
Training is the master’s call
Challenging his test of wills.
I stand as silent sentinels,
Coiled in the gate.
Knowledge, training, skill,
We have seconds to wait.
Racer ready,
Our tenure now must mate.
Gate, carve, extend,
Drive, set, skate,
Gate, carve, extend,
Drive, set, skate.
We stand as silent sentinels
A victory in our hand.
 Life Items
by Brent, tenth grade poet
My music has been there my whole life.
It sees when I’m upset and turns on rap.
It sees my confused emotions and flips on soul.
It notices my adrenaline and clicks on hyphie.
My music has always been there with me,
And no matter what, my music will stay.
Then there is my phone,
It knows every little detail of my life.
My phone has heard my deepest conversations.
It has heard my most touching conversations.
My phone knows every secret of my love life,
And knows how I love my friends and family.
I love the things I walk through life with.
They help me reflect upon myself,
And that is why I love my life.
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