8th Grade Poetry Podcast
Abuelo
by Jessica
Abuelo
At now ninety nine years old,
my great-grandfather is as young as he’ll ever be.
Once an athlete,
he refuses to slow down for anything.
Once a marine,
he takes on everything in life
Returning to Sacred Land
by Emre
All the snow has finished falling
but the sky is still the color
of dense swirling smoke
gray.
The snow came in flurries
dusting the trees with powdered sugar
greeting the ground with a warm smile,
the climb
by Josh
Through the thick clouds,
a soft powder lies on the tip of its peak.
Sleeping above everyone, never to awaken.
Nobody can see it but it’s right above them.
It never moves or acts.
To have stood upon
Cards
by Mike
My Grandpa, bent over the table, shuffles.
His gnarled hands make the bent cards jump and fly.
Whizzing around, they reorder themselves,
and the new game begins.
It’s Texas Hold ‘em, and his poker
Foreboding Sea
by Nina
Stormy sky hovers
Over weather-beaten cottages
Their vacant clamshell walkways
Premonition of squall to come
Seals clamor for shelter
On secluded rocky cove
Blotches of gray on sandy white
Sky is
The eighth graders in Mrs. Morris’s English class are presenting podcasts of some of their selected poems. We hope you enjoy the images, music and poetry they chose to share.
