The Eagle's Call

Memory of Snowfall

Memory of Snowfall

Apollo Oase, Staff Poet

March 18, 2019


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Snowfall Fluffy flakes Swirling in wind Delicate six sided crystals Snowflakes dance through the sky Thick white powder blankets the ground Collecting on bare tree branches Ground covered in snow Beautiful and unique Feathery crystals Snowfall...

σκοτεινά πρόσωπα

σκοτεινά πρόσωπα

Lila Lindberg, Staff Poet

January 22, 2019


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Don’t let the dark in. Let the light go free. It’s funny how no one. Gets the real me.   Scattered in pieces. No longer whole. Put me together. Don’t let me go.   Another piece taken. Another one placed. Now no one can see. My true face.   Like...

RODAN: KING OF THE SKIES

RODAN: KING OF THE SKIES

Carlos Pena, Poetry, 8th Grade

January 14, 2019


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Fire. Lava. Fear. Destruction. The King Of The Skies emerges from a superheated throne. He climbs out of the Volcanic Crater, looking as lost as an alien drone. Rodan glares around the volcano, as lava spills from the sides of his jaws, he growls. Hyperventilating, he pulls the r...

Changing Seasons

Changing Seasons

Apollo Oase, Staff Poet

December 11, 2018


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  Squirrels burying acorns Geese heading south Bears hibernating in caves   Colors changing from green to gold to brown Trees shedding their leaves Lakes freezing over   Winter jackets blocking the breeze Daylight shortening Wearing hats, gloves, and scarves ...

Giving Up

Giving Up

Lila Lindberg, Staff Poet

December 11, 2018


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  I’m lying still. In a field of flowers. I’m running fast. Never getting anywhere. So I lie still in a field of flowers. What’s so wrong with giving up?   I’ll tell you.   You will never see the world through your eyes. You will never touch th...

Soul

Soul

Ellie Voge, Quill Editor

October 10, 2018


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  The place where you keep your identity safe and alive. My soul is alive and full of creativity. I feel on top of the world. One second later I’m losing the light in front of me that has been there since I can remember. The things that come naturally to me are always somewhere ...

Back to School

Back to School

Apollo Oase, Staff Poet

October 9, 2018


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Summer begins with sleeping in Camping, boating, setting up a tent Fishing, bug spray, time well spent   Road trip to Grandma’s far away Hiking, cooking, learn a new song Netflix, gaming, here we belong   Playing at the beach on a sunny day Swimming, surfing, playing in the sand ...

Song of Courage

Song of Courage

Lila Lindberg, Poetry, 7th Grade

October 9, 2018


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… I miss home, This isn’t home, not yet I’m overwhelmed I am confused I don’t understand   Then I look up at the sky All is still It is beautiful It will never fall So neither will I   I will get up I don’t care about the drama, or rumors This is all me ...

Greenville: The Utopian City Turned Dystopian

Greenville: The Utopian City Turned Dystopian

Kacee Wells, Fiction, 8th Grade

October 9, 2018


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Greenville was a city created to solve the pollution crisis. There were the good years, the lost years, and the last year. I was one of the three founders. The other two fell to greed. I was always a natural born leader, but that's the problem. So was Glenn. Let’s just say she wanted to lead, just h...

Labels

Labels

Abigail Noll, Poetry, 6th Grade

June 5, 2018


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Hot vs Cold, Left vs Right, Female vs Male, North vs South, Democrat vs Republican, White vs Black, Gay vs Straight, Why do we let these labels define us? Why can’t we live in peace? Brother vs brother, Sister vs Sister, Caught up in a war, Blinded by the fog. Unable to put differences a...

Broken

Broken

Madeline Rock, Poetry, 7th Grade

June 4, 2018


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The roses may be a capturing red, But they’re covered in thorns. Violets may be a vibrant blue, But so are the tears of the one who mourns.   I look out of the window, Hoping to see something. Anything. A miracle rising from the ashes, Something worth of self-healing.   But nothin...

Where I’m From

Where I’m From

Emaan Olia, Poetry, 7th Grade

June 1, 2018


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I’m from the memories I share To the people I care It might take a while But I’ll go the extra mile   I”m from the goals I try I’ll always get high There is no limit So I’m just gonna fly   I’m from the music I love To the cold winter gloves The pla...

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