... a murder of crows

Dark, evil, and scary I see.

It is staring disturbingly at me.

Hop and bounce it goes.
All the way through the rows.

There are copious amounts over there.
They stare at me evily, with no care.
They are waiting for delicious food.
Why are they so rude?

Walking over the parking lot,
standing there, hoping not to get caught.
Looking at me with huge bug eyes.
People staring at them with sighs.

I go up to it, wondering what it thinks.
Jumping on carts, making loud clinks.
It is like he is asking me to go,
this horrible animal is a crow.
                                                  by Jenna

There are three murders over there,
sitting in three trees,
and there is a certain crow
that is staring at me.

That one certain crow's eyes
were gleaming in the sun,
so I got up from my bench
and I started to run.

The crow then caught up to me
and I screamed.
I was so scared
of how bright his eyes gleamed.

I tried to get up.
But the crow knocked me down.
No matter how hard I tried
I couldn't get off the ground.

When I finally managed to get up,
the crow had already flown away.
Then I realized to my surprise
the crow had been a hallucination of the sunny day.


The sky, clouds, and trees weren't real,
the murders of crow weren't real, too.
But just a single crow was real;
the one that was controlling my thoughts - telling me what to do.
                                                by Hunter

Crow, oh Crow!  What do you know?
You sit on a cart all day!
You sound like you have no heart!
You sit and wait for snow.

You know no one watches.
You know no one cares.
You sit on perches all day,
even when people say... "hey!"
                               by Hope


A black crow sat upon the silver handle of a grocery cart.  Its beady black eyes stared into mine as if it were looking into my soul.  Its feathers flustered around his back and wings.  It waddled across the handle, but its eyes were still fixed upon me.  Suddenly, a murder of crows came gliding in, taking over the carts with their pitch black feathers.

I turned around to show my little brother, but by the time he arrived they were all gone.  All of them were, except the first one.  Its beady black eyes fixed on me, and it didn't even blink.

                                                                                                                      by Megan

The black beetle eyes bore into my soul.

Her wings were shiny and midnight black.

Its gruesome glare made me feel like I was

falling down in a never-ending hole.

This murder of crows made me feel cursed.

They all kept their eyes fixed on me

and when I yelled at them all to leave,

it just made my problem worse.

                                                  by Cailyn

This Old House

Students wax creatively about the possibilties an old abandoned house/warehouse might reveal via ink and paper.





Through the crumbling years, past 2012, there was one building;  789 Broadway Street, New York.  It stood firm, but cracked in the afternoon.  The blinding rays of the sun spread across the sky.  Not one living organism remained on the crusty brown surface of the dried up earth.  The broken windows let light through, to shine upon the faded graffiti.  Two pillars stood somewhat hunched over, with knocked over tables and chairs all around.  In a corner, there hung a cobweb with the desiccated body of a fly and some lifeless eggs.  Wooden planks covered the floor with sharp nails sticking out like porcupine quills. 

The beaches are gone; the oceans vaporized.  The building's story is fairly simple.  This was the one structure surviving WW III.

                                                                                                  by Raphael

You say you want a revolution....

Our phenomenal students are currently studying the American Revolution. 

3 taxes were placed,

they made you pay,

for sugar and tea

every single day.

You paid taxes on paper,

you paid taxes on food,

but the taxes on tea

darkened the colonists' mood.

"Let's sabotage their tea taxes!"

the colonists said.

Then everything changed,

when the British went to bed.

They dumped crates of tea

all through the night.

But the British found out

and they put up a fight.

That's how it went,

the Boston Tea Party.

And to only think

this stared because of tea.

                                      by Megan

 

The smoke from his rifle fills the air
and the colonists cry loudly in despair.
For a man threw a block of wood,
causing the Redcoats to shoot,
not clearly understood.

The guns hit five people to death
including Crispus Attucks, a famous escaped slave.
And the deaths provoked a panic wave,
but the colonisits tried to protect their customshouse.
It all is a dreaful end
for this was called the Boston Massacre.
                                                          by Cailyn

Once Upon A Time

Once upon a time a little boy named Kevin was outside playing with his new dirt bike.  It had a yellow tint on it and it could go 50 miles per hour.  As he was on his third lap, Kevin crashed because he saw a tornado coming his way.  He was scared and stuck under his brand new dirt bike.  He started screaming and saying, "Tornado! A big tornado is coming this way!  It's picking up everything!  Help me!  Mom, help me!"  (His family was not home... only his big brother)
His big brother came out and got the bike and Kevin and brought them inside.  They got into the bright white bathtub that was cemented into the floor.  The room was small.  They were scared and they heard the roaring of the tornado, they heard the sound of the house being dominated by the destroying storm.  All of a sudden, the storm was gone.  Their family came home and it was over.

                                                                                                                             -by Brandon