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Show QUIET TIMES - JANUARY 15, 1996 - 5 i am The wind singing through the trees. i am A pair’s juice flowing freely through its skin. WHO AM I? As part of his eighth grade English class, Ryan Anderson asked his students to write a poem using metaphors to describe themselves. Exploring their identities, beliefs. and perspectives is part of an on-going theme this year. Below are poems written by Castle Valley eighth graders. See it you can recognize them. I AM I am a garden that grows. I am a star that shines bright. I am a little snowflake in a blizzard. I am a wild rose blooming in the forest. This is me. This is who I am. i am The golden aspen leaves flashing their colors in the light. i am The fairy dust of a silver butterfly. i am The joyous beauty of love. i am A laugh that will not be restrained. i am A cluster of grapes, their sweet centers bursting with readiness. i am The foam of a chocolate milk shake overflowing its cyrstal glass. i am A red leaf playing in the wind. i am The blood of a pomegranate, red and passionate. i am A dark wall of fog rolling in. covering everything in blindness. i am The quiet before the storm. i am The tryanny of evil men. i am The fire from witnin on the evening cliffs. i am An orange sunset’s last breath of the day. i am The night wind whipping through a purple rock maze. I AM I am a redwood tree standing tall in the forest. I am a Hill that once was a mountain. I am a pine tree small and humble. I am a young lady out on her first date. I am a woman sitting at windowseat staring at a small box with a ring in it. I am a helpless child. I am a broken promise. i am The lunacy of a full moon. i am A glowing light on a starless night. i am The snow that comes secretly. leaving everything in white silence. i am A child sleeping peacefully dreaming of angels and little dancing elephants. i am The dead hours of the night when nothing stirs. I am half Kane, half Able. I am a blue-grey dolphin gloriously soaring out of the I am what I am. sparkling sea. I am the crazed rage of a mother defending her young. I AM I am a newly bloomed segu lily over looking a small remote valley. I am a new born filly running through the field. I am a Bald Eagle fighting with a raven over a fish. I am a childs laughter on a Christmas mom. I am an old woman who has never run with her grand children. I am an old man that never saw his grand children’s wedding. I am who I am! ‘ MY LIVING METAPHORS I am a turtle hiding in it’s shell. I am a deer, cautious of everything around me. I am the shepherd‘s warning cry when danger is near. I am a loaf struggling against the wind. I am an eagle soaring through the sky. I am the laughter of a small child. I am a tree, rooted to the ground whereI stand. I am the mountains who are always there for you. I am the water, giving encouragement to all in need. I am the fire that gives warmth to those close. I am the sun that shines down on everyone. i am A gorgeous pastel sunrise. i am The morning clouds dancing in the sun’s golden rays. i am A dawn gust rippling across the soft luscious grass. i am A rose’s delicate petals, opening slowly as if awakening from a long sleep. I am a playful sea otter frolicking in the kelp forests of the cold Pacific. I am the cry of a lone hungry wolf. I am ‘the passion for freedom felt by a young horse running ree. I am a gray mourning dove singing it’s lonely song. I am the spiraling descent of a diving falcon plummeting to the death of it’s prey. I am the sadness and joy of the bright orange sun setting on a glittering sea. I am a drop of rain water radiating the golden light of the sun. I am soft, muted pink pima cotton against rich, luscious, burgundy silk. I am the smell of fresh peaches, jasmine, ananya, and ema. I am the scent of freshly cut grass. lam a tender, brittle, young shoot, pushing it‘s way up through the moist brown soil. I am slimy mud squishing between my toes. I am the frigid cold and blinding light a new life feels as it comes into this world. I am the sweet warmth of a fire seeping into a numbed body. I am a young child napping on a soft bed of green moss. I am the magic ofall life. Identities: Brooke Officer. Eimbeth Whitney, Elizabeth Whitney, Tara Fitzgerald, Sarah Hedden, Mara Ginnane |