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…"
Grace 7th grade
Far off in the dawn the sun slowly wakes.
Gently, oh gently it shines on the life
that dwells in the valley that only makes
the fellow passerby rise up to strife
and weep in the darkness of the cold night.
"Sweet FreedomBy Mary—7th grade
All I wanted was to be free.Fly like a bird, soaring through the sky.The thought of freedom was so sweet, sustaining me through those dark timesI taste it as I look at the empty chainHolding no one prisoner now."