My story through poetry

The St. Anne’s School of Annapolis community has many stories to tell. That’s why the theme for the 2009-2010 school year is “OUR STORIES.” We will share our stories here all year.

The Eighth Grade has written poems about their stories. Here is one of them:

Shattered

by Lillian Y.

Laughter pealed

as I stood on the deck

listening to the silence,

taking a break from my family.

 I watched

the brilliant sky,

glittering with scattered stars,

thrown

 far and wide.

The waves had been hushed.

The world had ceased,

but the sky had moved:

it pulled me from where I stood

into the night.

Then the wind blew,

the waves came on with a whoosh

and that laugh bloomed.

I heard my loud family

inside the house.

The silent moment was gone,

shattered.

Fourth Grade Fierce Wonderings

The St. Anne’s School of Annapolis community has many stories to tell. That’s why the theme for the 2009-2010 school year is “OUR STORIES.” We will share our stories here all year. Here’s a story from our Fourth Grade:

Fierce Wonderings

“What do you wonder about? What’s on your mind when you wake up? What do you daydream about at lunch or on the bus?  What questions haunt or nag at you at night during those last moments before your consciousness crumbles and you fall asleep?”   The fourth graders responded to this prompt by Ralph Fletcher in their writer’s notebook and titled their questions, Fierce Wonderings.  Here is a sampling of fourth grade fierce wonderings:

How did all of the islands form over the years?

What will I look like when I grow up?

How old is the world?

How old are the planets?

What high school will I go to?

Will I have fun this year?

Is space really endless?

Why don’t people take care of the earth?

Will robots take over the world?

Will I become famous one day?

How does the earth spin?

Is it fun being a mother or do mothers just say that so they don’t offend you?

Are silver and gold really valuable?

Is there really such thing as the end of time?

How big could a shark get?

Why do camels have two humps?

Why is our country called the United States of America?

What will I look like when I’m a teenager?

When will I die?

What will my job be when I’m an adult?

Will Jesus come back to earth?

Will I ever sleep walk?

When will I get married?

Why is the sky blue?

Why did God make people?

What’s the reason I was born?

Will the world end?

What do our insides look like?

Will I ever go on a journey?

What is it like in Heaven?

My story through poetry

The St. Anne’s School of Annapolis community has many stories to tell. That’s why the theme for the 2009-2010 school year is “OUR STORIES.” We will share our stories here all year.

The Eighth Grade has written poems about their stories. Here is one of them:

A Tall Tower

 by Ryan S.

My little hands build.

Big blocks first

then little ones.

It’s above my nose now,

it’s above my eyes.

My little hands build.

Build a tower

build friendships.

I hope the friends I make

at this new school,

stay with me forever.

But if the tower falls,

are they still my friends?

If blocks could talk,

what would they say?

Would they complain about being abused by

small,

grubby,

hands?

Or would they be proud

that they are in the hands of the future.

The future architects,

the future engineers,

the future builders.

Or would they go about their lives,

day in,

day out,

never caring enough to realize

who these

small,

grubby,

hands belonged to.

It fell.

Down to the ground.

My stomach flips.

What should I do?

Time to start again,

and hope for the best.

Preschool Family Literary Journal

The St. Anne’s School of Annapolis community has many stories to tell. That’s why the theme for the 2009-2010 school year is “OUR STORIES.” We will share our stories here all year.

Mrs. Wells’ Preschool class read Help! by Holly Keller and are taking turns journaling with their families about a time when they or someone they know helped a friend.  Here are some of their stories:

My story through poetry

The St. Anne’s School of Annapolis community has many stories to tell. That’s why the theme for the 2009-2010 school year is “OUR STORIES.” We will share our stories here all year.

The Eighth Grade has written poems about their stories. Here’s one of them:

Halloween

by Jordan F.

October 31, 2008,

I saunter into school,

sporting my grim reaper robe.

I barely recognize anyone:

I’m in another world.

 

But this world isn’t like anything you have ever imagined

It’s like a world where people are replaced with colors or shapes

This world isn’t imaginary

It’s my reality.

 

Everyone wore their outfits

Even the teachers—awkward

Ryan=mystery man

And there were about 7 girls dressed as skittles.

 

During my classes that day

The combo of teacher and student costumes

The variety of colors and costumes was like a rainbow

But this rainbow was an aberration

It’s not the usual colors you see every day

Instead of red it was blood red

And there was this weird mixture of orange and black.

 

I received some candy and money

I can’t believe how some people gave me pennies for candy

But I couldn’t be too sad because I ended up with some cash:

3 dimes and 7 nickels

 

Before the day was over

The time I was waited restlessly for

The HALLOWEEN PARADE

 

There was music

Hundreds of people in costumes

And there were teachers on lookout like vultures in the desert

 

When the parade started grade by grade

Kids and teachers went up on the stage

Showed their costumes

And then got down

 

When it was our turn it took a little bit longer since

We had the biggest grade

But once we all got up there

I did a peace sign then got down

And that is how my best Halloween went.

My Story through poetry

The St. Anne’s School of Annapolis community has many stories to tell. That’s why the theme for the 2009-2010 school year is “OUR STORIES.” We will share our stories here all year.

The Eighth Grade has written poems about their stories. Here’s one of them:

Hiking in Arizona

By Olivia S.

Tucson, Arizona

My family and I hiked

in the Catalina Mountains

and Sabino Canyon.

We took a tram up the mountain,

five thousand feet high.

We left around 7:30 am.

It was already 90 degrees.

HOT!

We got to the top:

we started hiking down.

I saw so many

different types of cactus:

Saguaros

Prickly pear

Chollas

and lots of Barrel.

We came across

warnings to watch out!

“The Mountain Lions

Were Out!”

The signs said

to carry walking sticks.

We walked more

and more

and hiked further.

Only half way

there, still more to come

We came into

some pools of fresh

water; it was from

melted snow and rain.

COOL!

Every ten steps

there was

a lizard crossing.

Many different lizards.

I felt free

walking through nature.

Listening to all the pretty

noises.

All birds chirping.

It was HOT and COOL!

My Story through poetry

The St. Anne’s School of Annapolis community has many stories to tell. That’s why the theme for the 2009-2010 school year is “OUR STORIES.” We will share our stories here all year.

The Eighth Grade has written poems about their stories. Here are some of them:

*Victory Was Ours*

by Zoe B.

Arundel Cup.
All the U11 girl teams in the league participated.
12 teams,
1 dream.

Our first matchup was Mayo.
Jessup was our last.
We survived all the rounds with a record of 9-1-1.
Jessup came out with a record of 10-1-0

1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10
SWITCH!
1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10
Jessup
lined in army lines
stretching.
We got nervous.

The whistle blew, the ref called,
game time.
I started off in fullback.
Erin to the left, Skyelar to the right.

At the half the score was tied, 0-0.
Walked back onto the field.
Mackenzie, Emily, Sam, and I were forwards.
Sam tapped the ball
to Emily.
Emily charged.
Passed to Mackenzie, she drove down the left side of the field.
Score.
A little time went by and the score was 3-3.
The fight began more tense.
The whistle blew.
Shootout.

The coach began calling names
Erin,Sam… I knew that she was picking the strong shooters.
Mackenzie…
I tried to stand out as hard as I possibly could so that I would be picked.
She took a breath in
Zoe.
We ran onto the field in formation.
1st shot we took missed.
1st shot they took
went in.
2nd shot we took missed.
2nd shot they took
went in.
3rd shot we took
went in.
3rd shot they took missed.
4th shot we took
went in.
4th shot they took
missed.
5th shot
I took
went in.
5th shot they took
missed.

Victory was
ours.

Nocturne

by Alianto M.

I step along the dark streets

and look over yonder

into the deep black impalement that is the sky

the silent voice within my heart begins…

to whisper the most profound wisdom

The wisdom resonating in my heart

talks to my very soul

it tells me great words…

As it is indeed a precious gift…

to understand the forces,

that guides one’s self.

As there are both joy and wonder

In coming to understand

one another…

Into which one of life’s greatest blessings

Is the freedom

to pursue ones goals

And to find the one true path

one must seek guidance

amongst uncertainty

For it requires great courage

to look at one’s self honestly

and forge one’s own path.

But do not forget

along time exists fate

the bearer of cruelty

Yet when all is not well.

In the face of disaster

Can lay opportunity for renewal.

Alas along the beaten path lies

the absolute end…

it matters not who you are,

Death awaits you…

These words conjure up in my head

taking the form of horses

as they gallop through my mind,

as I stare

into the nocturne

Tubing

by Abigail J.

Dylan, Elle, Matt and I hop back on the tube sore from previous falls.

All four of us stack up with Elle and I in the front and Dylan and Matt tagging along in the back.

We hear the boat engine start, so we tighten our grip and lean back trying not to submarine the tube.

Mr. Wells takes the boat around in slow, small, circles.

We wonder….what’s going on?

Then the boat speeds up extremely fast ripping the tube out from under us and causing us to fly off.

Our heads break the surface of the water while giggling and screaming.

We look at the boat and see Mr. and Mrs. Wells laughing so hard that it hurts.

They had taken a video of it to show us how funny our faces were when we got “whipped”.

We hop back on the tube again wondering what was coming next.

The Race    

by Brandon A.                                                                                  

I’ve been training for two weeks for this race

and it’s finally here.

I stand at the starting line positioning myself

in a stretch.

Hesitating, I see beads of sweat rolling down my forehead

and hear my heart pounding inside my chest.

All the adrenalin rushes through my body like a racecar.

The announcer yells out, ON YOUR MARK! GET SET! GOOOOO!!!

I hear the gunshot and just like a bullet I shot off.

I rush past everyone else like a speeding rocket.

In my head, I count 5th place…4^th place…3rd place,

at last 2^nd PLACE!!!!!!!!!

I’m head to head with another boy

 the crowds roar,

 encouraging us to beat each other.

I was determined that this kid wasn’t going to outrun me;

pushing myself over the limit,

 I run even faster.

and right at the last minute, beat him

I fly through the tape and raise my fist in the air.

I stay still and soak in the crowd’s appreciation

and my victory…