The Agnes Irwin School
Rosemont, PA
2007
 

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           Animals, I will save you

Make you happy, free, and loved.

I will feed you, let you graze on rolling hills

I will touch your smooth coats and smell your smells,

I will bring you happiness.

I feel hurt

When I see your big brown eyes

Pleading for help,

It makes me want to help you, make you better

If I can’t I will pray for you,

Pray you will go to a loving home

The happiness

When you get adopted by a caring and loving family

Is better than ever

The passion I have for you is strong,

But the love is even stronger

I will have you be loved again,

I promise.

~ Ashleigh M.~

All you coaches at the rink

Here is what I think

This poem is what I hope will happen

So let me make this dream come true

Leave me be

And see what I can do

In my dream…

I stop

Look around and see

All these people

Cheering for me

I feel excited and nervous

Take three deep breaths

And the music begins

The cheers and butterflies

In my stomach all dye away

Questions fly through my head

Will I land my jumps?

Will I spin fast enough?

Or will it be a bad day

I jump

I hope

And then

I land

I land the 1^st, 2^nd, 3^rd, and 4^th  jumps

Then the 5^th, 6^th, 7^th, and 8^th

I spin so fast I am like a blur

I remember to breath

So take three more breaths

And then

It’s over

Realization that I just skated clean

Crashes down on me

Like the waves of the sea

The audience is cheering so loud

You would think that instead of me winning

It was the crowd

- Ashley F.

Departing

As we pack

A silence

A silence of sadness

Than a laugh

We laugh as if there is no tomorrow

Then they’re here

Our parents

Come to take us

Back home…

…But this is my home

Camp

A comfy place to sleep

Fresh water every day

Staying up too late

But the reason I come back every year is for my friends

For friends I see once a year

For the laughs and stories we exchange

I have a friendship that can’t be described

We talk together, we laugh together,

We get in trouble together

But most of all we dream together.

                                                Audrey J.

The car rocking back and forth

A cloud of dust soaring

Covering the car

As we drive up the road

I step out of the car

I reach down…

…a mix of sand and pine needles

In the background I here laughter

I smell pine trees and fresh water of Lake Osipi

And I know I’m home at camp

Dreams

What would if be like if school started earlier?

Would there be waffles, sausage, pancakes, and more?

Yes, in my dream there would be breakfast galore.

There would be pancake stacks

The size of the Sears Tower.

I would wake up to the smell and sound of sizzling bacon,

Ssss pop-pop, ssss pop-pop.

“It’s 9:15, wake up!” my mother would yell.

I would wake up and be in heaven,

Because there would be the most fragrant smell.

                                                 -Angelika K.

The Everlasting War

I look out my small window and frown,

My peaceful world has been turned upside down.

Drop bombs and shoot guns that’s all anyone does.

I cry and think of the place this land once was.

People fighting over land, religion and race,

I look closer and see a man pull a gun from his case.

He sees me looking and points it at my head,

I duck hear a sound, and bam my papa’s dead.

I sink to the floor and cry and cry.

My papa’s a good man, he doesn’t deserve to die.

“You can help,” my mama used to say.

Maybe you can help and change the world someday.

My hope is rising along with my fear,

But kids can’t do anything, I let down one tear.

A voice in my head won’t let me back down.

I have a dream to make this a better town.

But not just for my town, for the world too.

I need people to hear my dream, people like you.

I want a world where people are united and do not fight,

A world where guards don’t roam the streets at night.

A dream to see smiling faces and the laughter of all.

People working together, black, white, short, and tall.

I don’t want children to think this way,

Will I be alive the next day?

Food for the hungry, money for the poor,

This is what people should be working for.  

Anne M.

It’s Our Turn Now

To all of you young people whose grandparents have died

Don’t you want to see your loved-ones again?

My grandfather died from a deadly cancer

He left when I was leaving toddlerhood

I wish my grandfather could see how much the world has changed

All my cousins would see him, sitting in his living room, on his floral couch, Everyone could feel the warmth of family, the bond has never stopped

There’s a light shining down on him and his old Rottweiler dog

No one would have any troubles as we see him, and he might be here to stay

He would see the problems of the world though,

Global warming, poverty, and hatred

Although at that moment all of that would be forgotten

But then we would remember and realize that he belongs in heaven

Then he would want to leave too, for we need to help the world now

He has already done his part and we haven’t done ours

Let us unite to help the world, to make the world a better place

We will make the world less violent and cruel for the rest of the human race

-Alexandra P.

I dream that my grandparents can come back to us.

I wish that my picture can be retaken,

For my grandparents will come back and retake

A picture that made everyone happy.

A picture with their sons and daughters with their pets on their laps.

Do you remember the joy?

The world is different with you.

There are no family fights or hard times between friends

To hear my grandparents telling everyone to smile,

To hug my grandfather and to see my grandmother.

The sadness is overcoming the joy for them.

Will he ever see the Sharon creek again, his favorite place?

Will she ever see me, at least once?

I ask these questions only for hope.

Hope to meet them,

And say

“I love you”

Abigail S.

My place,

My place lies within my head,

Even on the darkest days of the year,

My place is always on my mind,

Every single day,

No matter how down I am feeling,

My place lies where the forest opens up,

Opens up into a clearing,

The leaves all around me,

Surrounding me,

As if I were in an enclosed space,

With no one,

But me,

And all of nature around me,

The leaves,

Of all colors,

Sheltering me from the outside world,

Sheltering me,

On the darkest day of the year,

With all the rain and wind,

Surrounding me,

In a circle,

A circle of nature,

I swim in the nearby pond,

Feeling the cold, refreshing moisture on my skin,

Soothing, soothing my entire body,

I lean up against the brown, sappy Oak tree,

With all of its’ great strength it holds me up with joy,

It sways back and forth,

Dancing for me,

For my company,

I am taking a break,

Resting my life,

Soaking up the shady sun,

My life,

My place,

My time to settle down,

My time to rest up in my place,

My place

By:

Brooke S.

Fading Fast 

The penguin’s icy habitat is baking every day

The temperature is way up high, making it hard to say if these Arctic animals will survive even one more day

Before in icy happiness, these active birds would play and eat

But now they’re having trouble even staying on their feet

Their happiness is draining like hectic weekend fun

And now they have started dreading the rising of the sun

The sound of ice cracking is all that they now hear

While all they want is splashes and a bird’s excited cheer

No more food and no more fun

Baking in the burning sun

Cracking bits of glaciers splashing into the ocean

The animal’s habitats are practically done

The temperature is rising, faster than the sun

And I can’t help but wonder if any of these birds will survive, even one?

Also, I must ask myself if the worry we do share.

                         Are we even trying, do we even care?

I wish for the icy climates to return back to cold

So all the animals can have fun on their restored poles.

Catie H.

We Danced Through Life… Until the Music Ended

Dancing, dancing through life, the colors flash by.

Hearing, hearing the rhythm of the swing music.

Smelling, smelling his peppermint mouthwash.

Touching, touching his long callused fingers against my tiny   hand.

Feeling, feeling the sorrow that pangs my heart.

The pool gurgles, it forms tiny circles, the circles are turning.

Smelling, smelling her head and shoulder baby powder.

Tasting, tasting the taste of Florida water.

Touching, touching her soft wrinkled hands.

Feeling, feeling complete happiness.

Sorrow, the sorrow that pains my heart.

Pieces, the pieces of my broken heart.

Tears, the tears that slip down my face.

Happiness, the feeling that I made a difference

Cancer, the Cancer that touched his life.

 Heart attack, the heart attack  that stopped her heart.

 Love, the love that I’m filled up to the top with.

The music stopped,

 The circles stopped turning,

but I can still hear the music.

                                                                                                                                 Carly H.

Starvation

Starvation,

  Is like a murderer, seizing the lives of adults and children every day,

Why is it this way?

The children make a line,

Waiting to dine,

Some only have one large meal per week,

A better food and shelter is what they seek,

A small boy is given a large plate fit for a king,

It’s amazing that people have to live with such a thing,

                               Starvation,        

Their lives are filled with aggravation,

These people live in shattered lives,

This horrible thing thrives and thrives,

So if starvation was put to an end,

No more hearts would have to mend,

Starvation.

Corinne O.

Never Once Did I Think He Would Pass

I sat there playing with one of the toys he made.

Never once thinking he would pass.

The sun was setting, pink,

The sea a torques,

The taste of the ocean.

The smell of cold green water.

The sound of porpoises barking,

And seagulls squawking,

The TV talking.

And never once did I think he would pass.

His gentle, dry hands touch the wood,

Of the new game he had made me.

He in his blue chair,

His soft rocking chair,

And me, sitting beside him,

Feeling loved and comforted.

Now I think,

Will there ever be a cure?

A cure for cancer?

Because I don’t want anyone else,

To have to go through what I did.

The grief, and memories,

The love that’s lost,

And the sadness.

The sadness that stabs like a knife.

And one question never to be answered until I go,

Will I ever see him in heaven?

And just to think,

Never once did I think he would pass.

                                                                         Caroline S.

People who have time to read this poem:

Walking on the carpet,

Red as it could be,

Is that Jennifer Hudson over to my left?

Is that Will Smith I see?

The crowd is loudly roaring,

The spotlights shining bright,

The paparazzi taking pictures all into the night.

Security’s trying to do their best,

But that may not be enough, you see,

Because when I look out,

In the front row is

The guy who wrapped my Wawa hoagie.

Excitement and hope rush through myself,

They are taking an Oscar off the shelf,

A drum roll starts; it’s great you see,

They’re handing it to someone,

That someone is me.

                   --Caroline T.

The House of No Worries

Come one, come all,

To the house of no worries

Where not all is as it seems,

 Where there is no hurt, no fears, no lies

Where love, and hopes, and dreams

Fly freely in the sky

Come one, come all,

To the house of no worries

We’ll accept you with open arms

Come in, come in, we mean no harm

Leave your sorrow, come to play

Because today’s a brand new day

 Come one, come all,

To the house of no worries

Smell the rich earth on the ground

It smells of the happiness you’ve found

There is always room for more

We have happiness galore

Come one, come all,

To the house of no worries

The door is always open

No gate to keep you out

We will throw away that sorrow

And all those worries and doubt

And when it’s time to go

When your time here is through

You need to know your welcome back

There’s always a place here for you

                                                     Carrie V.

The Dream Poem

World peace would be an improvement on this war-torn world

If the world was united under our common goals

We could find a solution to our melting poles

When wars are ended all children could

Play outside safely and venture through brush and wood

World peace would be an addition to happiness all around

And airplanes could safely fly from ground-to-ground

If the world was united the sky would be cleared

Of this big war-torn field

I speak for the men and women who fight in this big war

Away from their homeland, traveling shore-to-shore

Ode to a Red Panda

Oh Himalayan Raccoon,

So secretive in trees

Your diet mostly consist of,

Fresh, young bamboo leaves

Oh Ailurus Fulglens,

Ancestors died long ago

Whether related to bears or raccoons,

No scientist honestly knows

Oh Lesser panda,

Endangered for a reason

Poachers hunt you for your fur,

And you have two babies a season

Oh Fire Fox,

So secretive in trees

First to be called a panda,

Continue to climb with ease

Dedaa A.

                                         Mixed Ocean Life Dream Place

In my dream place

I have my family

I can feel the hot, red sun beat down upon me

Until a red and tan color covers my pale skin

I feel the hot sand between my sandy toes and sticking to my sandy feet

In my dream place

I relax while hearing the waves crashing down

Scaring the sand specks away with its loud roar

           When the salty wind blows it stings my face and makes my eyes tear

Clear white salty tears

In my dream place

I kayak with my dad and see fish jump to greet us

I surf fish with my brother

My feet sink in the wet sand while I wait for a fish to bite

After a long tiring day

I go sit on the comfy, warm sand

As the soft waves rock me to sleep as I close my eyes

Diana S.

All We Want Is You

Aunt Linda, are you there, behind that sad, sick mask?

I wish I could touch your hands, and hold them in my grasp. Cards, candy, and flowers, they can’t find the cure, the cure for stupid Cancer, behind a stupid door. All of your pets can feel the sadness too, for all they want back, is simply… you.

Elizabeth H.

Will their sickness ever go away?

Will fatal sicknesses ever be cured?

Cured the way they should be

Disease haunts many poor countries

Thousands of people die

And nobody knows why

Parents leaving their young children

Young children leaving their parents

Leaving to go to the hospital

To lie in the sick bed

Thinking sad thoughts

That soon they would or could be dead

Will they live to see the next day?

Will their sickness ever go away?

−E. Hurler

Grandma, Grandma are you okay?

Grandma, Grandma what’s wrong?

Are you sick?

Is there a cure?

Will time run out?

These questions can never be answered;

My grandma has Parkinsons.

But, together we will be like a carousel

Overcoming the obstacles of life.

I see her smile as long as a mile.

I hear her calling,

I hear her bawling.

I feel her soft, cold hands on mine.

My family and I will guide her through her worries,

We will guide her troubles to make her life a little easier.

There’s so much joy in being with her.

But the horribleness of her disease makes us sad.

I love you so much Grandma.

Eliza M.

Released

School and work can be so tough

It is stressful and hard

I find myself doing something wrong

The days never end, the hours seem long

My dream place is a release

From work and studying and I can reach peace

I’m on the beach with the sun’s kind arms lighting my face

There is saltiness in the air that I can just taste

My cousins and I love being together

Our moods as bright as the warm weather

The sea pounds against the beach

Calling our names with words as sweet as a cooing mother

The towel on my back as soft as my favorite blanket at home

The sand oozing between my toes warming my whole body

I see colorful kites flying high in the air

Floating in the wind without a care

Just like me

I fell alive and free

Away from school and home

My dream place is a release

Where I can relax and reach peace

                                                              ~ Emily O

Magical Place

People of the world,

I dream for you.

I dream of a place

Where there is no dead ground,

And you can hear laughter

For miles around.

I dream of a place

Where the sun always smiles

And you’ll see happy faces

For miles and miles.

I dream of a place

Where everyone cares

And there is plenty of food

For people to share.

I dream of a place

Where children can be with all

And they can laugh and shout

And play a game of tetherball.

I dream of a place

Where you will see

People giving thanks

Sharing glee.

I dream of a place

Where people meet long lost kin,

And everyone’s friends

And everyone wins.

People of the world,

Come to this place.

I dream you’ll be part

Of each smiling face.

Libby S.

My dream

To be in my place

With family and friends

Touch, touch the sun

The big yellow sun

And catch it

And put it next to you.

Taste, taste the salt water mist

A drop of silver rain.

Smell, smell the air

The delicious ocean air

Breezing through the sky.

Listen, listen to the birds chirping

Soaring through the air

Listen to the waves crashing

Crashing like an earthquake.

Feel, feel the sand in your toes

Feeling soft and crunchy.

Your toes sinking into the sand.

Watch, watch the foot prints trailing

Behind you

And watch and see

Your family happy

Safe, far from fear.

Heaven in Jupiter Island!

Grace vA

I wish

There would be a cure

For type 1 Diabetes

For the children that suffer every day,

For the people who

Have died and for the

People in the future

I wish

our people one day

Will never need to give shots

Or need a “pump”

No more testing your blood sugar

I wish

For there to be a cure for

Type 1 diabetes

~Haley V.S.

My Grandma

Love, Love, Love.

My hero.

Putting smiles on my face

to change the sad look that was deepened upon it.

Always there for me.

Helping me look to the right and left.

But when I was three God took her away,

up to a far, far place where she would then stay.

I didn’t think it was fair, but as I grew on

I knew it was her who was cheering me on.

I know she’s in a place somewhere very great

trying to change the faces of hate.

I know she’s there for me giving Gods grace.

I will never forget that as long as she’s in a very special place.

Love, Love, Love.

-Julie B.-

Real Hero

When I hear you cry

That cry of help

It’s like walking outside on a stormy day

But we listen