High School Category


As I Stare Into the Fire…


As I stare into the fire I see the dancing, roaring flames of spirits.
If one looks closely you can see them.
Spirits of many kinds that dance their way to the heavens.
They twirl around others like two friends giving a pinky swear.
Perhaps they once knew each other before they departed.
Then as they reach the top of the fire they split and vanish.
It’s like they never existed like those who were born centuries ago and are forgotten souls.
My heart sinks slowly as their warmth fades.
But you can see something different; you see sparks that float into the sky.
Don’t become discouraged once they disappear.
They are merely taking their places in the sky becoming constellations.
Fitting themselves into the pattern of the beautiful dark horizon.
It’s a sight never to be forgotten.

by Kaeli Mask
Grade 9, Bill Woodward School
Anzac

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Clouds


A nose piercing the endless sky,
Eyes wide open up so high,
A beautiful lady made of snow,
Watching the land right below,
Here goes the thundering of the clouds,
As if the lady shouts aloud.
Drop by drop, here comes the rain,
And the lady cries in agony and pain!
And finally, the rain slows,
So the wind starts and continuously blows,
The lost smile the lady regains
As the refreshing wind blows again.

by Kopal Garg
Grade 10, Westwood Community High School
Fort McMurray


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Do you?



Tansi (hello) are you Cree?
If you are you must know about Bannock and Tea.

Do you live in a community?
Do you stay in a house?
Have you been to the city?
Have you ever seen a mouse?

Do you love your life?
Do you love your family?
Do you want to stay, forever alive?
If you do, you must live, like the bees, in a hive, working together, to stay alive.

by Shania Desjarlais
Grade 7, Conklin Community School
Conklin


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Diamond Poem


Robot
Active, Systematic
Manmade, Command prompt, Emotionless
God made, commanding
Lazy, Unsystematic,
Human

by Kopal Garg
Grade 10, Westwood Community High School
Fort McMurray


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Facing Reality


Home is where I can be myself.
Home is where no one can judge me.
My home is my sanctuary.
My home is my escape.
From everything that scares me.
But if I stay I won’t live very long.
For life is an experience you can’t avoid.
I have been avoiding “life”.
It’s been knocking at my door.
Waiting for me to come out.
Hey come with me.
We don’t have to be alone.
Let’s come out together
Let’s go on an adventure!
Let’s see where life takes us.

by Yvette Seguin
Grade 9, Bill Woodward School
Anzac 

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Failure


Today I sit by the darkness,
And the darkness sits by me,
There is no hope for light,
And my tomorrow daunts me...
The wound in my heart still hurts today,
As I remember those days of dismay...
When everything was within my reach,
I could have achieved...
Closer! Closer I went! Still closer!
Ah! Missed.
It was too late for my striving fingers,
When I realized that my time passed by and by,
And all I could do was sigh...
The thought of failure,
Still shakes me up from inside,
It was the day when my only hope had died!

by Kopal Garg
Grade 10, Westwood Community High School
Fort McMurray


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Made My Day!


Early morning, one unpleasant day,
I saw an unfortunate child walking on the way.
Alas! How pitiable,
His condition seemed to be quite miserable;
Lean and skinny was this child,
Although he was poor, he wasn’t any wild.
His clothes were patchy and wearied off,
Neither was he rich, nor well off.
His dress was muddy, and quite a disgrace,
He was ugly and had bruises on his face.
Although he was poor,
He looked happy and contended;
It seemed as if he had splendid.
He, who lived on the sharp edge of a knife,
Had taught me to lead a contended life.
From dreadful to lovely, my day had become;
Now I think, it was for me the virtuous child had come!

by Kopal Garg
Grade 10, Westwood Community High School
Fort McMurray


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Mother Nature


The blossom of the flowers;
The dew on the leaves;
The chirping of the birds;
The dancing of the trees;
The freshness of the air;
The calm and mild breeze;
The stars of the night sky;
The mountains- so gentle and high;
The flow of the rivers;
The creatures of the seas;
The warmth of the sun;
The buzzing of the bees;
All are the colors of nature,
The most beautiful, precious and beloved,
Our mother nature!

by Kopal Garg
Grade 10, Westwood Community High School
Fort McMurray


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Not Bitter Enough



I taste you on the left side of my tongue
You ruin my coffee when I mix up the little white packets
At a Smitty’s where I shouldn’t linger
I shouldn’t linger I shouldn’t lin
you ruin my day when I come home
with fifty percent less skin covering my organs
But I keep coming back
Since I can’t seem to manage bland popcorn,
(even though my new back teeth punish me for it).
Every time I tell myself it’ll be the last
But I find myself alone at 5 AM scratching
Because I have sprayed salt in my open wounds
And they’ve turned green

by Karissa Schreyer
Grade 11
Fort McMurray


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Sylvia


O, my frosty winter,
So whitest and my pale;
Thy breath shivers flesh open—
Striking your sharpest of gale.

Shall your snow shower a song
With such smoothing immense;
As I shall smell in to exhale—
Thy nature's bluest incense.

November's rain kisses tonight,
December's angel lights the over,
January's fool jokes a start,
February's selling love to flowers.

O, my one and only winter;
Your sadness that kills me everyday
Is blowing snowflakes at my window-
Pane, and pain I can't carry away.

O, my one and only winter,
So blatantly beautiful are you—
Turning my summer into grey;
Breaking torn, broken pieces to two.

by Chris Virgil
Grade 9, Ecole McTavish Junior High School
Fort McMurray


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