The Sudbrook Spotlight

Sudbrook’s first on-line magazine featuring literary and visual arts

Archives, Edition #1

 

 

 

  “Individuals”

An imitation of Marvin Bell’s work

“Being in Love”

 

Being here as myself and no one else

I’m glad

So I can’t be me, being you, trying to be them

Manipulating others to be like us

I’m me and that’s all I try to be

I don’t want to be them being others being someone else

 

All I am is me and if that’s all that I have to be then

I don’t want to be you being someone else

Who is not even their self

Thinking like someone else

When thinking itself is not even thinking like they should

But thinking like you, which is still thinking but in a very dangerous manor

 

So by thinking like someone else

You are not yourself

And if you are not yourself

I don’t want to be like you

Not being an individual

Is not being at all

 

Meranda B.

Grade 6

 

              

            

 

             “Her Tears”

            

              The water flows by me,

               Creeping like a snail down the long road

              But, when will it stop?

          

               Stephanie B.

             Grade 6

 

 

 

 

“Crowded”

 

Waiting, thinking

How to stop my eyes form sinking

For many people start staring

With their big eyes glaring.

 

But nobody, no nobody

Who isn’t standing proud

Can make it out here... crowded.

 

Celebrities caught on camera everywhere they go

Snap, click, the sound heard, didn’t you know

All their doing is making themselves loud

 

Cause nobody, no nobody

Can make it out here... crowded

 

Timera H.

Grade 6

 

 

 

 

“Me!! Jesse Lee!!”

 

Me!! Jesse Lee!!

Strong as a tree!!

 

I am as white as the base on Ms. William’s desk.

I am from a country as free as the wind.

I am as old as the new SMMS and

Not as ancient as the original school!!

I am Irish, German, Jewish, British

But American as bubble gum.

I have as many ethnicities as there are worms in the Earth!

I am as strong as a King directing his knights into battle.

I play drums as loud as thunderclaps.

I listen to music as thirsty man drinks water.

I play outside as frequently as a cheetah stalks prey.

 

Me!! Jess Lee!!

Strong as a tree!!

 

 

Jesse L.

Grade 6

 

 

 

 

“Why Do We”

 

Why do we cry

When we are down

Why do we cry?

 

Why do we sob

When we get kicked

Why do we sob?

 

Why do we hurt

Deep down inside

Why do we hurt?

 

Why do we joke

When something truly has gone all wrong

Why do we joke?

 

Why do we?

 

  Lauren W.

   Grade 6

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“Castle Days”

 

The galloping of horses;

The whispering of the wind;

The air is full; its weighed down,

With screaming, death and sin.

 

From my place high in the tower;

Where the battle’s plain in view;

I was tapped by general;

My place in combat due.

 

I stood there frozen;

Should I stay or should I flee,

Out of the fighting castle,

Away from war and free.

 

There were villagers behind me;

Full of misery and plight;

Blood, tears and sweat on faces;

I knew I had to fight.

 

The enemy wields flaming arrows

And their aim is true.

All the buildings went ablaze;

Our kingdom has seen better days.

 

Derek S.

Grade 7

 

 

 

 

 

 

“Let’s Be Silent”

 

Let’s Be Silent

Pause a moment

Say a prayer

For a man’s life stolen

 

In these wars,

Still taking place

Let’s bow our heads

in a plea for grace

 

For the soldiers

Their courage to fight

To help the country

deep into the nights

 

Pray for the innocent

That fear for their life,

As battle reigns,

Through days and nights

 

Look up to the heavens,

See the doves

They are the lives

Of out stolen ones

 

Let’s pray for them

As they are set free

Into the heavens

To rest with thee

 

Shannon B.

Grade 8

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“All For the Sake of Growing Cotton”

 

I was born a Cherokee,

In a land that belonged to me.

I minded the fields and called them my own,

I made sure that the seeds were sown.

 

Until the white men came one day,

 and took all of my fields away.

Now, my fields are going rotten,

all for the sake of growing cotton.

 

And off they sent us to the wild,

a trip that killed my only child.

To perish, he was not the only kid.

Yet, we continued on that “Trail of Tears” we did.

 

And when we at last got there,

All I really felt was bare.

I had nothing anymore, I felt forgotten.

All for the sake of growing cotton.

 

Josh H.

Grade 8

 

 

 

“Jericho”

        

There’s a place in oasis

You took a vow

You promised to love him

But how?

 

He is unbelievable and obscene

He has a black heart

He treats you like dirt

Fingers like darts

 

No life breaths in him

No truth behind the story

He is nothing but a hollow man

Desiring power and glory

 

Selfish and greedy

Nothing to call his own

And there are echoes in the walls of Jericho

Where you are all alone….

 

Pauline B.

Grade 7

 

 

 

 

“The Midwest Storm”

 

A sinister tornado!

A high spiral across the twilight sky

Spans the open plane

 

Accompanied by cracking thunder

Just seconds after the flash of light

Miles west of the mill where…

 

Dust noisily blinds

the defenseless wheat and corn

Helplessly bowing to the storm

 

But then tilts back and forth

Slowly and quietly

Assuring the storm’s end/

 

     Jonathan G.

 Grade 6

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