Goodbye 7th Grade Poem

Goodbye 7th grade,

And hello to 8th.

I have walked your hallways too long.

I smile and cry

to think of goodbye,

but I know I will bring

memories of you along.

Summer approaches,

Finals come out,

students tell others of vacation plans.

But I can only sit here and wonder

how 7th grade has made me the person I am.

I have learned so much

in this past year,

reading,

math,

and band.

But I have more importantly gained

new friends,

new memories,

to help me hand in hand.

And though I am happy that summer’s arrived,

I take a deep breath and sigh.

Why does life pass so quickly?

Why does 7th grade have to end?

The answer:

It doesn’t.

 

Author’s note:

This is my last required blog post of 7th grade! I hate to say it, but I am probably not going to write on this blog for a long while.  7th grade has taught me so much, and I can’t believe I am going into eighth grade and then a year after that to high school! I have gone through eight years of school so far and I still live on in them through the good memories I have made (except for maybe kindergarten through 3rd grade).  But we all have to let go at one time or another, so finally, goodbye to 7th grade…

Haikus

Haikus are beautiful, short poems. They consist of three lines, the first and last being five syllables long, and the second being seven syllables long. They are poems about the imagery of nature, and they are really interesting to craft.

 

Rivers

The bold roaring stream,

the waves crashing on the bank,

nature’s strength uncloaked.

 

Wind

A tickling breeze,

whispering against your ears,

telling you secrets.

 

Giraffes

Stretching their long necks,

Trying to see above worlds,

reaching to the sky.

 

Stars

Stars are out to play,

chased by the bright sun and moon,

hidden when they’re caught.

 

Wolves

Howling at the moon,

Singing their song of freedom,

nothing in their way.

 

You might have found like I did that these simple poems are fun and easy to write, and they really  demonstrate your personality. 

The Fox

His soft paws padded the sun-kissed grass,

Dodging  trees and brush,

as graceful as the breeze that passed his sensitive ears.

And he runs,

just for a moment,

as free as the sky.

His orange-red coat glossy and brilliant,

He finds a small stream littered with gleaming fish.

While he laps at the water,

He is ever cautious of his surroundings,

twitching at the slightest movement,

For the fox is always cautious.

For if a hunter spots him,

with their greedy ways,

aiming guns,

and devious smirks…

So the fox will stay sly,

alone,

cautious.

 

Author’s note:

I wrote this poem based off of “The Shark” by Edwin John Pratt that we read in class last week. I also just finished the book “Pax” by Sarah Pennypacker, a beautiful book about a fox who has gotten separated from his 12 year-old owner, Peter, because of the war, and I was very inspired by it.