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By Colby 7th Grade
The chain was still there
Right after the dare
Who knew what could come
Hurting that bum
Now all of the sounds
Bring all of the frowns
The tears, the cries
Make all of them hide
They still remember the night
That brought all of the fight
And all of their lives down
A Hanging Chain Haiku
By: Jonathan, a 7th Grader
A chain, out of place
Broken, suspended, in mid-air
Waiting for its proper place
Chain on a Fence
By Adam, a Seventh Grader
A plane flew over the city
A chain fell, what a pity
The chain landed on a fence
And has not been moved since
Leann—a seventh grader
There’s something broken,
maybe not a heart but a chain broken apart,
a hook at the end, a curve and a bend.
It will sometime have to end but never descend;
that chain on that fence has never made sense;
it has a reason to lie in the seasons,
day by day,
maybe in the month of May,
maybe a certain time of day,
that made that one guy lay that chain on a fence;
but to him it will always make sense.
The Death Chain
By: Gretchen Grade: 7
The chain still hung by the oak tree and the horrific memory of that night snaked through my body like sugar rushing to your head.
The night still had the misty dew hanging over the maple trees and Emma, Jake, Taylor and I were all drunk, celebrating New Year’s Eve. We were crammed in the backseat of Jake’s Corolla that reeked of tobacco and slightly of sweat and Coke. Taylor was the most drunk of all of us and the worst part was-- he was driving. We all held bottles of Bud Light and were blasting Eminem’s song, “Not Afraid” through the car’s stereo speakers.
Even thought we were underage, we pulled into Snakedog’s Bar and piled in through the graffiti stained doors. It took us half of the night to realize that Taylor was gone. Not in the bathroom. Not in the bar, or the car. Emma burst out of the bar, petrified that Taylor was gone. We trailed after her, leaving the waitress to yell and fuss at us for not paying the bill. When we got out to the parking lot, all we saw was the glittery stars poking out from underneath of the night sky and the trees, lining the sidewalk. Everything was fine until we squinted…
Taylor was hanging by a chain knotted around an oak tree branch. His body was limp and lifeless, he hung from the loop of chain around his neck. Dead. Emma let out a blood-curdling scream, we tried to run- but it was too late. Four police cars were driving into the parking lot and one cop was stringing yellow – Do Not Cross- tape around the tree. The blinding lights flashed from the tops of the police cars.
That night we were arrested and charged with drunk driving, our punishment was four years in jail. And that’s where I am now. Jail. And as for the chain, well, it’s still there. Hanging.
Untitled, by Alexis, 5th grade
I reached out my hand.
The birds flew away.
They all flew away in a flock.
They were pink like a heart.
As they flew away I waved goodbye.
I waved goodbye until they were out of sight.
I ended up seeing the birds later that night.
They were at my window lighting up the night sky.