2009-2010 8Th Grade Writing Mrs. Campbell
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IntergenerationalIntergenerational PoetryPoetry 2009200920102010 88th GradeGrade WritingWriting Mrs.Mrs. CampbellCampbell OurOur GuestsGuests FromFrom CCCC YOUNGYOUNG Mr.Mr. DaveDave ArantArant Mr.Mr. BillBill HunterHunter Mrs.Mrs. GenevieveGenevieve OlsonOlson Mrs.Mrs. BerniceBernice PressPress Mrs. Campbell’s B6 Class What did we talk about? • What life was like Sixty Years ago?… • What Life is like today… • What do we think our life is going to be like Sixty Years from now?… The Afternoon in Pictures… What life was like… Life today! Life in Sixty Years??? Listening to Stories of days gone by… Lots to think about… Lots to be grateful for! Veggie Tales and Lollipops to end the day… A good time was had by all! What’s Life Like Today?? My Life I love to dance, I love to play softball, I eat way too much, My life seems great, Mcdonald’s is my favorite, At a glance. I also like Taco Bell, Unhealthy food is what a The Jersey Shore, munch. Is the show I watch, It taught me the fist pump, I go to Parish, I start by feeling the rhythm in I love it here, the floor. Everyday is fun, My time here I truly cherish. Lil Wayne is a true artist, He wears his pants down low, Life now may seem like it is too I love to listen to him rap, much, His lyrics are the smartest. But I would not trade it for anything, I have so many friends, I am happy and content, I truly love them all, Just the way I am. We laugh, we cry, • Gabby Struckell We are the perfect blend. Fourteen and Young Life is pretty good, Swimming, lacrosse, Math Counts, and drum line, Musically talented, academically talented, and athletic, My life includes: Junior Assembly, Xbox 360, Play Station 2,Wii, Dance parties, and zipper hoodies Friends are plenty, family is great, Cats (especially Doc,) are funny and awesome, Although rap is in, Classic Rock is my music, Video games, the Orange Box, Half Life 2, its sequels, Portal (the cake is a lie!), Team Fortress 2 (the cake is a spy!) And Modern Warfare 2, The Recession is on, none of us like it, But we’ll get through, we always get through. -Matt Morris Teenager I close my eyes and I see clutter, Clutter of gossip, boys, clothes, parties, hair, and make-up. I fight the urge to sleep, I’m tired from school, volleyball, theatre, softball, and cheerleading. I long for a strong relationship with my family, but it just isn’t there. I enjoy myself. I hangout with my friends, I go to parties, and to the mall. I’m not who I want to be. I want to be the prettiest girl, the nicest girl, the happiest girl, the best dressed girl. But they have been taken by a better girl. I am alone. I am lost. I am a fourteen year old girl. Marlee Tarwater Thirteen Old man, I said, your life is tired and gone, you have nothing left you are waiting for. Why do you even try? It's better now to take it slow, and see the end approach. Your real concern right now should simply be to make peace with your e'er impending death. To know that you'll be happy when it comes and grateful when you take your final breath. "The old man scratched his head and rubbed his eyes. I was repulsed by his infernal age. His hair had thinned and patched, and his old eyes were circled with his grey, pachyderm skin. Yet somehow, through his age I could still see myself, and this repelled and frightened me. Forrest Taylor Trouble Maker, Heart Breaker I arrive to school, athletic bags on my back. I’m late again, the teachers go wack. They tell me, “Do this, Do that.” Don’t tell me what to do, I ain’t cool with dat. Sitting through class, waiting for an end; While the chicks dig my looks, they can’t pretend. Ladies all over me, which girl should be mine. I can’t pick right now, no need to whine. Though girls are my life I’ve got other stuff to do. I want to be rich when my life is through. So I gotta get a job where I can make serious dough. Can’t just worry ‘bout the future, gotta live in the now though. I’m the coolest there is I’m not a faker. I’m a trouble maker, heart breaker. -Brandt Wood WhatWhat WillWill LifeLife bebe Like?Like? Becoming a Memory It was a tough road, Challenging every obstacle that crossed my path. Slowing me down, breaking me apart, The mother of all hardships, or me conquering both. Burst so suddenly, Sometimes made me happy; Flashing before my eyes. Remembering that it felt good to smile. You wouldn’t think it could be a family Hardships evolved, Two doors down; But those couple months of bad luck And I remember that it felt good to cry. had us up against the wall. Wishing for that one person to come along, Now I know that every barrier in my And kiss away the tears. journey of being, Never found, I knew that it wasn’t going Made me a better woman. to just happen. I feel rejuvenated now, Experiment, explore; Everyday a new beginning. All I had to do, was hope. Nothing getting in my way, And always hoping for what comes next. Knowing that one day, But everything happened, I will be a memory. Everything terrible, Ashlyn Mansfield Right in the midst of the days I thought I’d look back on As ‘the good times.’ Through Heaven’s Doors A little old lady, at the end of life Grey hair, blue eyes, pretty in sight Many many years, all with strife A worn-out power house, still full of might Her stories of growing up weren’t amazing She says it’s fine because she can’t change it Broken family, remarriage, and always dazing Even during those hard times she kept her flame lit A daughter, a son, a marriage, only one She dances, she twirls, she never misses a beat She says she used to tumble a ton She’d die if she was stuck in a seat A happy puppy that likes to have fun Sometimes sad, confused, frustrated and more She knows that eventually her days will be done And she’ll walk through heaven’s doors - Kylie Leeper Young at Heart I’m seventy-three. Who cares, but me? I’m easy-going, I’ve got family to look after. But those darn kids won’t In turn, they fill me with laughter. stop growing. I live with my kids. I feed them, In Chicago, the night bids… Welcome to sleep, I need them. Not to tip-toe or creep. I live for their happiness. My grandkids, I will catch in the end, They are my joy and my Even if they are around the bend. kindness. We cry and hug. I know how they feel. I tuck them in nice and snug. In my mind, the wheel will I am truly young at heart. reel I have loved them from the start. To the time I was that age, On the couch, I sit happily. Proud to be on stage. Wondering, reflecting… just little, old me. Now, I’m old Getting cold. -Meghan Marks Aging Today’s another day, Bright, fresh, new morning stares me in the face. I try to make the most of it, After all, no time to loll around when I could be working. The garden needs watering, the floors sweeping, the house cleaning, And my grandchildren visit tomorrow. They’re the light of my life, the sun I revolve around, Since my husband died last year. I knew we were getting old, But I didn’t think we were close to death. The doctors said he was lucky, A sudden heart attack, no pain. Better than a prolonged painful suffering, they said. I said, he’s dead, what difference does it make? Now I understand. When I die I want it to be quick, Less pain for me and my family. We’ve been together all these years, But soon we’ll drift apart. That would hurt more than a thousand deaths. My grandchildren will grow up, And I won’t be good enough for them. My children will get tired of taking care of me, And I won’t be good enough for them. For now, I’m myself. My family still loves me, not embarrassed by my age. I try to make the most of it. Abigail Dorward 75 Years Young I’m seventy-five and I hear the announcers They say I’m worthless or depressed but I say hush Well, I have news for you and all you youngsters I’m more active than girls at a sale rush I go to my ranch in Decatur so fine On the lake looking, watching the birds cry And I might even have a little wine Take my grandkids on the boat ah the wind from the sky I travel around the world with my family Egypt, Mexico, Greece you name it No gift for my grandkids to extraordinary Ah, me and them laughing at them Brits We might break our arms when we trip But us old people are still, what you say hip Yale Oseroff Seventy-five and Still Alive Old and strong at seventy-five married to the love of my life I have traveled the country and accomplished all my dreams.