Annville-Cleona Students Celebrate National Poetry Month

Eighth grade students at Annville-Cleona are celebrating National Poetry Month with some original work. Read on and enjoy!

Abby Balsbaugh
As spring blossoms I run to you
I chop and hit you mixing your soil
It’s oh so rich
I sink my thumb print into your softness
You eat up my little seeds
you envelope them
squeezing their potential out
As you bathe in rain your
hard work pays off as little sprouts arise
But as bathe in rain your
But as the rain continues
weeds struggle to the surface
suffocating some of your weeded head
But in the end as harvest comes
Thank you garden for the bounty
Your toil has brought

Emily Long
My Musical Friendship

I see a symphony,
smooth and rolling.
Bach and Mozart and Chopin
all rolled into one.
We are notes,
scaling and descending a staff across my heart.
Some come out in squealing peals of falsetto laughter,
Some are low bass sounds whispered in secret.
On cold winter mornings we are staccato notes
hopping foot to foot,
in the frozen air.
In summer we are lagato,
slow and powerful
mimicking the movement of the clouds
on rafts in a crystalline pool.
Late night sleepover conversations float like slurs
as the day reaches its fine.
Each time we hang out,
we are beginning a new movement
full of an entirely new sound.
Some days we have sour notes,
some days you are sharp while I am flat.
It doesn’t matter though
because practice makes perfect.

Ben Miller
Ode to baseball

And I try to be the best that I can be
Its not real easy but not to hard
And don’t under estimate it like a birthday card
Just think about what your life could be
If you then played in the MLB
But first to play baseball, you need skill
And don’t be taking that steroid pill
My favorite position in baseball is third base
And in my whole career, I’ve only gotten one first place
When I grow up, I would like to become a baseball star
If I did that, I could certainly go far
Most of my friends love to play
And if it was up to me, I would do this every day
Baseball makes you stretch, twist and bend
And my Ode to Baseball poem has just hit its end.

Muriah Pennycoff
Who Am I?

I am one of God’s disciples,
I am a servant,
I am a member of my church,
Who am I?

I am a waitress,
I am a teacher,
I am a believer,
Who am I?

I am who I am because of what we all are!
Every week I’m someone new,
This week I was a waitress,
Next week I’ll be an actress,
Who am I?