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Epic Simile
by Mary Crowley
A river twists and turns through the red canyon, rippling waves gently and smoothly; just so, a snake moves through soft green grass,bending from side to side in order to move.
Epic Simile
by Betsy Sabala
Just as sunscreen protects, preventing sunburns from the blazing, hot sun which shines like diamonds on a ring, over white skin it disappears, giving the fun day that is planned; just so do umbrellas protect from soft rain, which falls like little tears from heaven, hovering over worried heads, keeping everyone from getting wet.
Marks and Misses
by Savannah Summers
Red is as angry as soccer,
both exhausted from a long day.
Red thinks likes soccer player,
full of shock and disappointment
after missing a shot in a championship game.
Red swiftly moves like
A teacher's red correcting pen:
swiftly and without mistakes.
Epic Simile
by Kathryn Egnew
Endless noise: comedies, soap operas, news, pointless cartoons, all act as drugs, gluing people to couches and chairs, never stopping, black boxes with no beating heart, just thin strands of electricity shut off only by the darkness of night sending everyone to bed, so that finally millions of TV addicts get some sleep only to have the cycle go on again tomorrow; just so, chains hold innocent people in their metal grip, unbreakable metal circles linked together, so small, but so strong when put together: hurting and holding people, making them scream, cry, and sigh in relief.
Autumn in the Air
by Savannah Summers
Golden crispy potato chip leaves
fly around, each different the rest.
Giant feet loudly stomp, crunching
and cracking crisp leaves.
underfoot.
Soon all that is left are small
crumbs, broken and stomped upon
in a messy mulch.
Showers
by Hattie Geist
Blue is as sad as rain:
Thunder rumbles and shakes the world,
lightning strikes,
turning dark sky an eerie yellow.
Wet drops fall to hard, cold ground
creating shimmering puddles
of freshwater tears.
The sky cries blue.
Epic Simile
by Savannah Summers
Without warning, ocean waves smash against jagged moss-covered rocks and crustaceans running for cover: swishing and crashing sounds echo for seconds then repeat in a synchronized fashion; so does thunder, over a hill its sound traveling through dark and cloudy skies, close small children inside safe homes for protection from the booming and snarling of vicious, stormy clouds.
Eruption
by Hattie Geist
Music jumps::
wind escapes through a tight embouchure,
into a maze of complex brass tubes.
Air rushes around inside heading to its destination;
exploding out of the bell like water from a broken dam.
Each note soars.
Chocolate Snow
by Kathryn Egnew
Snow packed into tight balls flies through snowflakes
like iced m+ms
pouring from wintery sky.
Floating gently
like hot cocoa from a cup
on a cold winter day,
flakes come closer,
closer drifting
onto a child's waiting face,
becoming rich chocolate brown.
Landing gently
on soft blonde eyelashes
and into an open mouth,
the warm sensation of milk chocolate
thaws cold lips.
Water Glee
by Mary Crowley
Water giggles, splashing down
pebbly banks by a stream or crashing
as a huge wave of indigo ocean into rocks.
Silly crabs by the ocean or an amusing
squirrel on the shore of a brook catch the
eye of water, when flows, and
splatters laughter.
Runaway Valves
by Savannah Summers
Brass keys
of a shiny new trumpet
pump like running legs,
up,
then down.
Pink lips send hot air
curving through
brass tubes, flowing
like newly-pumped blood
through every
twist and
turn of each golden vein.
Finally, bursts of music notes blast from the glistening bell
of a relieved trumpet.
Torture
by Hattie Geist
The maddening sound of my alarm clock
forces me to pry open my eyes,
just long enough to hang my arm over the side of my bed
to silence the buzz.
I feel so relaxed in
the comfort of my soft bed.
I push the thought of how lazy I feel
into the back of my head.
Gathering up all of my strength
I drag my unwilling body up,
out of bed and into the bathroom.
I take a look in the mirror:
my hair looks too inept to be seen in public.
I slouch as I brush out the tangles.
Hastily I dress. As I sit in the cold car,
I try not to think of
the warmth
and comfort
of my bed.
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2nd Semester Unfinished Pieces
Betsy:
Finished!
Mary:
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Kellen:
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Kathryn:
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Amanda:
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Savannah:
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Hattie:
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