Category: 08th

Even If

Even if things seem like they won’t work out,
I will never give up on u.
Even if u become blind,
I will act as ur eyes that will light up ur world.
Even if u become paralyzed,
I will be there 2 take care of u.
Even if u become deaf,
I will be there 2 listen 4 u.
Even if people say nasty thngs about u,
u are still the one I love.
Even if the world looks down on u,
I will always look up 2 u.
Even if u are taken 2 be a problem person,
I will always love u.
Even if I don’t have a single penny,
I will fight 2 provide 4 u.
Even if fate doesn’t want us 2 be together,
I’m ready 2 dare fate.
Even if u’re sick,
I will never turn away from u.
Even if u no longer love me,
I will always love u.
Even if I have a million reasons not to love u,
I have that one reason 2 stick.
I love u.
Come poverty, death, sickness, money
Or anything worse,
I will always love u.

Murchison Middle School

8th

The Ocean Blue

A place where magic happens
Dolphins swimming
Sharks hiding
waiting to be seen
Midnight moon illuminating

Our home
Far from mankind
Away from man’s-eyes

The waves pounding
on the shore break
Crashing in sets
in a blink of an eye

The ocean Blue
My home
I’m a sea turtle
The ocean’s Jewel

Murchison Middle School

8th

Ode to the Fridge

It’s my favorite place in the whole house:
A large rectangular cold stainless steel box
With pictures and Christmas cards on the doors,
Where leftovers are served and lunches are stored,
Where ice cubes are made and water is served.

Jellies and jams, fresh fruits and vegetables,
Old Thanksgiving pie and sweet potatoes,
Butters and spreads at the top of the door,
One percent milk stored in gallons below,
Even my brother’s old coffee cup way in the back.

William Cullen created the first fridge.
In the past people called it an ice box.
Fridges can be old, and some can be new.
Some are dirty like the bottom of shoes,
One thing I know is they’re full of food.

My fridge is on the edge of our kitchen.
Next to the pantry, but the pantry is another story.
There is no place for it in the fridge.
The mighty and food filled, wonderful fridge.

Fulmore

8th

Unmendable Wall

On the other side there is someplace better
On the other side the grass will be greener
There is a place that we don’t know.
The sun rises to bring forth a new day.

The town woke up, the morning went
Same old, same old with everyone
Doing their routines where the sun did not shine
Behind a wall. just dirt and darkness.

Stories have been told of the world on the other side,
A place where the grass grows tall,
A place where the sun always shines,
A place of hope and all dreams imaginable.

Stories have been told of people escaping
And seeing the light. Some people believed them
Others did not. day after day the shadows loomed on.
But beyond the wall there is a place.

I should know because I built the wall
To separate the darkness from light,
Because in the end it is all gray
I should know because I’ve seen the other side.

Fulmore

8th

Family

Family,
They are the people that comfort you,
They are there for you when you are down,
Treating you like you deserve a crown.

From family reunions,
like a strong union,
there are families large and small,
you know you love them all.

Arguments here and there,
later,
everything is okay,
“come on let’s play!” we say.

One is older,
the other is younger,
even though they can be a bother,
they really do matter.

You love them unconditionally the way they are,
building memories through out,
that’s what family is all about,
family.

Murchison

8

Life and Death

We are born to live
We live to die

For many we live
For some we die

Many that are dead deserve to live
Some that are dead deserve to die

Many love to live
Some die to love

Many wish to live
Some wish to die

Many live to die
Some die to live

Murchison

8

Bat Mitzvah Day

Years of preperation,
For this big final step,
Becoming a Jewish woman,
Childhood to rest.

Song after song,
prayer after prayer,
I can feel the tension,
rising in the air.

I read from the Torah
Excitement on the rise,
I’m a woman already,
I can feel it inside!

My heart skips a beat
as I say the last words,
and pass over to adulthood,
a whole brand new world.

The service is closed,
There are hugs all around,
All of me is smiling,
From my head to my gown!

There is food, there is laughter,
There are presents galore,
And I finally realize,
I’m not a kid anymore.

Murchison

8

Life in Poverty

No food, no money, Poverty.
May have to steal to eat, honestly.
Go down the street and you’ll find me, trying to
find a snack on the side street.
No home, no friends, no shoes,
Everyday you’re alive you’re in the blues,
Wonder what to do with life, got no clues
Need a friend no one seems to understand.
Loneliness and homelessness don’t go together
well at least not without a hand.

Murchison

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