Student Poetry Work
The Insides
Weaving in and out of the thick branches I fly, only by the light of the moon.
Tucking my wings to my sides I fall, seeking that surge of adrenaline racing against myself.
Landing I look through honed eyes respecting everyone judging no one.
The owl of my soul soars in and out, teaching me some so I may learn all!
By Carson N.
I am about…
I am about staying up all night with faithful friends.
I am about watching falling stars in the crisp August night.
I am about bump, set, spike all day long.
I am about laughing all night and sleeping all day.
I am about a long heart-to-heart conversation.
I am about pick-up trucks and electric guitars.
I am about big, loyal, loving dogs.
I am about free falling teardrops on my shoulder.
I am about making memories and loving life.
By Chelsey G.
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