On this post you may read the last comments of the year -- original poems written by the class. Students have posted one of three selections: a descriptive paragraph about a memory, a "shape poem," or a short poem about The Kite Runner.
When I was 8 years old – just after school was let out for the summer – my Mom and I went down to the Denver Dumb Friends League to adopt my very fist dog. We had already met her a few weeks prior to picking her up, but they had to make sure that there were no earlier claims. We walked into the front office; heaving as we pulled open the heavy metal doors and then letting them slam with the dull thud of metal on metal. In the far distance you could hear some phones ringing and an animal barking here and there. “We’re here to pick up an adopted dog”, we said to the receptionist whose hair was done in a tall style unseen to me before. “Alright”, she responded in an east-coast accent that made her seem charming. After she collected information about us, she walked away into a back room. Looking playful, Daisy came out of the back room on a leash attached to the receptionist. The car ride home was interesting as well. When we were almost home, I could tell that the baths at the shelter were not sufficient, as she smelled like wet dog. When we got home and played with her in the backyard, I knew I had a wonderful friend.
Golden crisps of sunlight fade Taking my life by a slow surprise If only I could crave What he left behind
The empty loft where he slept I took myself out with boxes Both of our relationships crept Like heavy toxins
This is the turning point Where my life will either grow or rewind The choice to either abort Or take in what he left me to combine
Fixing his resting place with chrysanthemums Walking through my past feeling his spirit Guide my every step and reciting an anthem That will trigger my future
As I walk I realize that he left Not to make me unsecure But to renew the life that he’s kept And filled my past with fear
This is the turning point Where I can tell myself to go on With the future he’s created And remain the bachem
In June of 2000, my family and I were in Puerto Vallarta, Mexico, and we were on a long horseback ride through the mountains. We were headed to a waterfall where there was a natural pool to swim in. Once we got there, the whole group started to swim. The natural water was just they right temperature and it felt very good. The mountain air also felt nice. It smelled like fresh laundry. We all got out and dried off before eating lunch which was authentic Mexican food. After lunch, we had 30 minutes left to swim, and got back in. This time I decided that I wanted my goggles, so I went down the river to a bank where my mom was sitting with them. I reached out to grab them, and I got swept off my feet by a current. There were two rocks with a branch held between them, and I grabbed it but after a few seconds, it broke in half, and I went down a few feet into a smaller pool with a stronger current, there was another larger waterfall just behind me. I kept trying to swim back and I grabbed at the little twigs in the water and eventually with that and swimming, I got back to the shore.
Loved ones Undergo pain and suffering and Never get to Go back to how it used to be before
Cancer. All Baba's friends and Neighbor's and son fear what is to Come and if Everything will ever be the same without Baba Right there to fix the whole thing.
I run up the driveway, onto the patio, past the rock in the garden that covers up the hole to China, and press the worn gold button beside the door to hear the infamous "ding dong." I open the door and go in before anybody answers. As I step over the threshold, it's like stepping into a time warp; back into the '70's. I plop down on the textured upholstery of the long, flat, rectangular couch. The lights glow a soft, warm yellow, and the warm temperature of 80 degrees encompasses my skin. I hear the sound of something sizzling on the stove, while Grandma shuffles down the tile hallway in her worn down, flat, fuzzy, blue slippers, humming to something playing on the radio. As she enters the living room, she says in her gentle, grandmotherly voice, "Well, Hi, dears," as everyone else is still coming in the door. Next I hear the quick thump,thump,thump of my grandpa's rubber soled shoes coming down the hallway. He pokes his sparsely haired head around the corner and says,"Well, hello there," as he gives a little chuckle. He crosses the living room and sits down in his leather chair by the stone fireplace. My grandma returns to the kitchen to attend to her cooking. The infatuating aroma slowly drifts out of the kitchen, through the living room, and up into my nostrils, stimulating every sensation, giving my tongue tingling goosebumps.
Smart woman of intelligence, doing what her heart says Over obstacles she goes, finding her place in life Radiantly in love with Amir Ambitious Young and wants a child of her own A very lovely lady
Baba's generous spirit enriched Kabul His pride made him unhelpable His lungs filled with cancer Oat Cell Carcinoma The weight on his body shed The gray hair increased on his head Baba couldn't get out of bed And Amir was filled with dread His body was weak His skin was shallow and his face was bleak Baba's last days were filled with halcyon But his legacy lived on Because before they knew it he was gone
Hazara boy, always loyal. A servant, but also a brother. Sometimes in a coil. Secretly from the same father, but different mother. Always good at running a kite. Never wanting a fight.
There was a girl in a market, She made Amir's forehead start to sweat. The girl was the daughter of a general That reminded Amir of a raging bull. Amir thought that he could take a chance, He walked up to the girl till their eyes caught a glance. Amir was supposed to buying a coke, When he was gone for too long Baba's mind awoke.
The Great and noble Baba; father of Amir. Preparing his son for great life teaching strength, toughness, smarts, and manners. Wanting Amir to be the best Afghan he can be. A car and a great wife were some of Baba's many gifts. Multiple sacrafices made for Amir's sake. Amir is greatful knowing he can't return the favors. Baba accepts death, knowing he has done all he can do for Amir.
Derek M said: A father rough and misunderstanding A boy weak and misunderstood America a dreaded last resort America a new beginning Afghanistan home Afghanistan a haunting past
Jennifer C said: Somehow, his flame for her began to spark Or maybe it was an escape from the dark Releasing all of the fears of his past And covering them up to never look back Years passed by, while he tried to have a child Although, compared to her, is he living in denial? Throughout the time they've spent together Are they going to lose it, or will they last forever? Her honesty has been more than enough Establishing an unequal balance of bluff Realize that ignoring the past will pay its toll If you keep peering into the alley, you'll know.
Nicole E said: One of my most vivid childhood memories was the first time i went to the beach. It was a warm with a sweet summer breeze, we were in Hunnington beach California. It was just before the beginning of the sunset. I could taste the salt in the air, the sand felt warm and grainy as it sifted between my toes. The sky was painted with colors of pink, orange, and blue. The soundtrack of the world that i was so familiar with soon faded and all that I could hear was the powerful dark blue waves as they crashed into the shore, and the harmonious seagulls. The waves left white, salty foam on the skirt of the beach. I stepped into the warm water with anticipation, but it was so peaceful. I look out into the horizon and it looked as if ocean just suddenly dropped off at the end of all I could see. The sun started to set, the the half of the sun that I could see was bright orange, it looked like a big orange ball, floating in the sky. The water had an orange squiggly line that glided with the waves. Just as I felt as if I could have melted away with the waves, my mom said "Time to go!" I can not wait for the day that I get the chance to experience that amazing place again.
When someone asked me what my greatest or worst childhood memory is I can’t really give them an answer. The more and more I think about it the more I realize I don’t have one particular greatest or worst moment, just a cluster of good moments and bad moments. One good moment that tends to stick out in my mind is the one of the fort. The fort is this large cave me and my three friends built when we were only ten years old. We were just walking around in the creek like usual, when all of a sudden a thought hit me "Build a cave jack, build it!" that’s exactly what I did. It took us about two weeks to completely build it; it was a thing of beauty. We spent almost every day of the summer at that fort, probably because we didn't have anything else to do. Then one day we came back to the fort after going to Casabonita only to find our beloved fort smashed by darn hooligans.
In June of 2000, my family and I were in Puerto Vallarta, Mexico, and we were on a long horseback ride through the mountains. We were headed to a waterfall where there was a natural pool to swim in. Once we got there, the whole group started to swim. The natural water was just they right temperature and it felt very good. The mountain air also felt nice. It smelled like fresh laundry. We all got out and dried off before eating lunch which was authentic Mexican food. After lunch, we had 30 minutes left to swim, and got back in. This time I decided that I wanted my goggles, so I went down the river to a bank where my mom was sitting with them. I reached out to grab them, and I got swept off my feet by a current. There were two rocks with a branch held between them, and I grabbed it but after a few seconds, it broke in half, and I went down a few feet into a smaller pool with a stronger current, there was another larger waterfall just behind me. I kept trying to swim back and I grabbed at the little twigs in the water and eventually with that and swimming, I got back to the shore.
As I stand at theedge of the cliff I stare down into the dark abyss Thinking of memories long scense had All the good time and all the bad
As I stand here contemplating my thoughts I turn and look to see my dad is not He is only thinking about what i had done And wondering if I am his really son
We got back in the truck for our journey long ahead I sit in the corner and dream about my bed I wish all of this is not what it seems Only that what is happening now is a dream
I heard a huge crash across the street, I dropped my book and ran over right away. The Nguyens where hiding behind the counter as I said hey, They didn’t say a word and then me and Baba meet. He had no cash for his sack of oranges. Mr. Nguyens asked Baba for his I.D. Baba broke the beef jerky glass and the magazine rack. Baba didn’t think he needed to show him indeed, I had to get Baba out of this whole jig. Mr. Nguyens threatened to call the police, I said to not call the pigs I said I would just take him home.
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When I was 8 years old – just after school was let out for the summer – my Mom and I went down to the Denver Dumb Friends League to adopt my very fist dog. We had already met her a few weeks prior to picking her up, but they had to make sure that there were no earlier claims. We walked into the front office; heaving as we pulled open the heavy metal doors and then letting them slam with the dull thud of metal on metal. In the far distance you could hear some phones ringing and an animal barking here and there. “We’re here to pick up an adopted dog”, we said to the receptionist whose hair was done in a tall style unseen to me before. “Alright”, she responded in an east-coast accent that made her seem charming. After she collected information about us, she walked away into a back room. Looking playful, Daisy came out of the back room on a leash attached to the receptionist. The car ride home was interesting as well. When we were almost home, I could tell that the baths at the shelter were not sufficient, as she smelled like wet dog. When we got home and played with her in the backyard, I knew I had a wonderful friend.
Kabul now in the past
In America at last
The flea market everyday to make money
Excitment over Soraya
Racing thoughts of guilt from Amir
Umbrellas keeping us dry from the rain after Baba's death
Now Amir is a famous writer like Hassan had told him
Night Amir got married brought Baba happiness
Everyone is sad about Baba's death
Regrets of betraying Hassan and Ali
What Is
Happiness?
Something coaster
That roller
Gives big
You first
That you’re
Feeling off
In drop
Your to
Stomach like the one where you’re about
The Turning Point
Golden crisps of sunlight fade
Taking my life by a slow surprise
If only I could crave
What he left behind
The empty loft where he slept
I took myself out with boxes
Both of our relationships crept
Like heavy toxins
This is the turning point
Where my life will either grow or rewind
The choice to either abort
Or take in what he left me to combine
Fixing his resting place with chrysanthemums
Walking through my past feeling his spirit
Guide my every step and reciting an anthem
That will trigger my future
As I walk I realize that he left
Not to make me unsecure
But to renew the life that he’s kept
And filled my past with fear
This is the turning point
Where I can tell myself to go on
With the future he’s created
And remain the bachem
At last
Much grief will now be over
Everyone cam make it what they will
Rich to poor
In our dirty apartment
Can we make a life in
America?
In June of 2000, my family and I were in Puerto Vallarta, Mexico, and we were on a long horseback ride through the mountains. We were headed to a waterfall where there was a natural pool to swim in. Once we got there, the whole group started to swim. The natural water was just they right temperature and it felt very good. The mountain air also felt nice. It smelled like fresh laundry. We all got out and dried off before eating lunch which was authentic Mexican food. After lunch, we had 30 minutes left to swim, and got back in. This time I decided that I wanted my goggles, so I went down the river to a bank where my mom was sitting with them. I reached out to grab them, and I got swept off my feet by a current. There were two rocks with a branch held between them, and I grabbed it but after a few seconds, it broke in half, and I went down a few feet into a smaller pool with a stronger current, there was another larger waterfall just behind me. I kept trying to swim back and I grabbed at the little twigs in the water and eventually with that and swimming, I got back to the shore.
Loved ones
Undergo pain and suffering and
Never get to
Go back to how it used to be before
Cancer.
All Baba's friends and
Neighbor's and son fear what is to
Come and if
Everything will ever be the same without Baba
Right there to fix the whole thing.
My Grandparent's House
I run up the driveway, onto the patio, past the rock in the garden that covers up the hole to China, and press the worn gold button beside the door to hear the infamous "ding dong." I open the door and go in before anybody answers. As I step over the threshold, it's like stepping into a time warp; back into the '70's. I plop down on the textured upholstery of the long, flat, rectangular couch. The lights glow a soft, warm yellow, and the warm temperature of 80 degrees encompasses my skin. I hear the sound of something sizzling on the stove, while Grandma shuffles down the tile hallway in her worn down, flat, fuzzy, blue slippers, humming to something playing on the radio. As she enters the living room, she says in her gentle, grandmotherly voice, "Well, Hi, dears," as everyone else is still coming in the door. Next I hear the quick thump,thump,thump of my grandpa's rubber soled shoes coming down the hallway. He pokes his sparsely haired head around the corner and says,"Well, hello there," as he gives a little chuckle. He crosses the living room and sits down in his leather chair by the stone fireplace. My grandma returns to the kitchen to attend to her cooking. The infatuating aroma slowly drifts out of the kitchen, through the living room, and up into my nostrils, stimulating every sensation, giving my tongue tingling goosebumps.
We have arrived for Christmas dinner.
Smart woman of intelligence, doing what her heart says
Over obstacles she goes, finding her place in life
Radiantly in love with Amir
Ambitious
Young and wants a child of her own
A very lovely lady
"Baba's Last Days"
Baba's generous spirit enriched Kabul
His pride made him unhelpable
His lungs filled with cancer
Oat Cell Carcinoma
The weight on his body shed
The gray hair increased on his head
Baba couldn't get out of bed
And Amir was filled with dread
His body was weak
His skin was shallow and his face was bleak
Baba's last days were filled with halcyon
But his legacy lived on
Because before they knew it he was gone
Hazara boy, always loyal.
A servant, but also a brother.
Sometimes in a coil.
Secretly from the same father, but different mother.
Always good at running a kite.
Never wanting a fight.
There was a girl in a market,
She made Amir's forehead start to sweat.
The girl was the daughter of a general
That reminded Amir of a raging bull.
Amir thought that he could take a chance,
He walked up to the girl till their eyes caught a glance.
Amir was supposed to buying a coke,
When he was gone for too long Baba's mind awoke.
The Great and noble Baba; father of Amir. Preparing his son for great life teaching strength, toughness, smarts, and manners. Wanting Amir to be the best Afghan he can be. A car and a great wife were some of Baba's many gifts. Multiple sacrafices made for Amir's sake. Amir is greatful knowing he can't return the favors. Baba accepts death, knowing he has done all he can do for Amir.
"Ring" Poem
Orbits, fairy-dusted rings of planets large and small,
An angel's halo, small yet characteristic, gently gracing the head,
A wedding band, shining, sparkling, boasting a simple cause,
Savory donut pastries, Angel food cake topped with sweet confetti,
A hula hoop, juggling object, dog collar, sweatband,
A lightset blend of colors, blue, hazel, green, brown, twinkle on a face,
Songs of all kinds sung rather rhythmically 'round a campfire,
Birthday years within a tree trunk, a weaving tool, the cycle of life.
Derek M said:
A father rough and misunderstanding
A boy weak and misunderstood
America a dreaded last resort
America a new beginning
Afghanistan home
Afghanistan a haunting past
Jennifer C said:
Somehow, his flame for her began to spark
Or maybe it was an escape from the dark
Releasing all of the fears of his past
And covering them up to never look back
Years passed by, while he tried to have a child
Although, compared to her, is he living in denial?
Throughout the time they've spent together
Are they going to lose it, or will they last forever?
Her honesty has been more than enough
Establishing an unequal balance of bluff
Realize that ignoring the past will pay its toll
If you keep peering into the alley, you'll know.
Nicole E said:
One of my most vivid childhood memories was the first
time i went to the beach. It was a warm with a sweet
summer breeze, we were in Hunnington beach California.
It was just before the beginning of the sunset. I
could taste the salt in the air, the sand felt warm
and grainy as it sifted between my toes. The sky was
painted with colors of pink, orange, and blue. The
soundtrack of the world that i was so familiar with
soon faded and all that I could hear was the powerful
dark blue waves as they crashed into the shore, and
the harmonious seagulls. The waves left white, salty
foam on the skirt of the beach. I stepped into the
warm water with anticipation, but it was so peaceful.
I look out into the horizon and it looked as if ocean
just suddenly dropped off at the end of all I could
see. The sun started to set, the the half of the sun
that I could see was bright orange, it looked like a
big orange ball, floating in the sky. The water had an
orange squiggly line that glided with the waves. Just
as I felt as if I could have melted away with the
waves, my mom said "Time to go!" I can not wait for
the day that I get the chance to experience that
amazing place again.
Chip S said:
What Is
Happiness?
Something coaster.
That roller
Gives big
You first
That you’re
Feeling off
In drop
Your to
Stomach like the one where you’re about
Circle Poem-
The burnt-orange sun in the eastern morning sky
Opening my eyes to the glare in my window
Listening to the water escaping from the hose
Pinwheels spinning in the wind
Bikes rolling down the pavement with baseball cards in their spokes
My dog playing in her baby pool, trying to chew away at the bottom of it
The moon-light shines in my room, keeping me awake
Until I finally close my once bright eyes and now all I can see is a dark, circular obis
Amir
Determined to forget the past
Looking for the near future
Trying to find a way
To make things good again
Full of love
Knowledge
and troubled reminders
Looking for respect
Redemption
In the eyes of a father
Whose ego
Is his demise
Amir
Determined to forget the past
Looking for the near future
Trying to find a way
To make things good again
Full of love
Knowledge
and troubled reminders
Looking for respect
Redemption
In the eyes of a father
Whose ego
Is his demise
Amir
Determined to forget the past
Looking for the near future
Trying to find a way
To make things good again
Full of love
Knowledge
and troubled reminders
Looking for respect
Redemption
In the eyes of a father
Whose ego
Is his demise
When someone asked me what my greatest or worst childhood memory is I can’t really give them an answer. The more and more I think about it the more I realize I don’t have one particular greatest or worst moment, just a cluster of good moments and bad moments. One good moment that tends to stick out in my mind is the one of the fort. The fort is this large cave me and my three friends built when we were only ten years old. We were just walking around in the creek like usual, when all of a sudden a thought hit me "Build a cave jack, build it!" that’s exactly what I did. It took us about two weeks to completely build it; it was a thing of beauty. We spent almost every day of the summer at that fort, probably because we didn't have anything else to do. Then one day we came back to the fort after going to Casabonita only to find our beloved fort smashed by darn hooligans.
Jake B said:
In June of 2000, my family and I were in Puerto Vallarta, Mexico, and we were on a long horseback ride through the mountains. We were headed to a waterfall where there was a natural pool to swim in. Once we got there, the whole group started to swim. The natural water was just they right temperature and it felt very good. The mountain air also felt nice. It smelled like fresh laundry. We all got out and dried off before eating lunch which was authentic Mexican food. After lunch, we had 30 minutes left to swim, and got back in. This time I decided that I wanted my goggles, so I went down the river to a bank where my mom was sitting with them. I reached out to grab them, and I got swept off my feet by a current. There were two rocks with a branch held between them, and I grabbed it but after a few seconds, it broke in half, and I went down a few feet into a smaller pool with a stronger current, there was another larger waterfall just behind me. I kept trying to swim back and I grabbed at the little twigs in the water and eventually with that and swimming, I got back to the shore.
Phil L said:
Kite Runner Poem
As I stand at theedge of the cliff
I stare down into the dark abyss
Thinking of memories long scense had
All the good time and all the bad
As I stand here contemplating my thoughts
I turn and look to see my dad is not
He is only thinking about what i had done
And wondering if I am his really son
We got back in the truck for our journey long ahead
I sit in the corner and dream about my bed
I wish all of this is not what it seems
Only that what is happening now is a dream
I heard a huge crash across the street,
I dropped my book and ran over right away.
The Nguyens where hiding behind the counter as I said hey,
They didn’t say a word and then me and Baba meet.
He had no cash for his sack of oranges.
Mr. Nguyens asked Baba for his I.D.
Baba broke the beef jerky glass and the magazine rack.
Baba didn’t think he needed to show him indeed,
I had to get Baba out of this whole jig.
Mr. Nguyens threatened to call the police,
I said to not call the pigs I said I would just take him home.
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