Thank you to all of our Middle School Performers for a great end of year coffee house! We had singing, dancing, poems, stories and instrumentals. Below you will find just two examples from our talented Middle School student body.
My Cage - Maleia Chapman Grade 6
For years I grew inside my cage,
Mother kept me there.
Safe from the world, society and violence, Which I didn't know was there.
For years I grew fond of my cage,
Used to being big.
I grew my confidence and love
But as I grew, I began to dig.
For years I grew to hate my cage, Begged mother to let me out.
She told me ‘twas it would be a mistake Escape became a doubt.
For years I grew to destroy my cage, Break from being safe.
I worked from dawn till dusk to work,
I worked and I would wait.
For finally, I left my cage.
Ran to my mother dear.
Begged to let me go and see
The world of hope and fear.
Yes was what she said.
For years, I grew to forget my cage, Forgot that safe feeling.
The world would kick and hit and bite I felt my light was fading.
For years I tried to find my cage, Ran back to mother in fear.
Begged and begged for my old cage, She said “Impossible, my dear”.
For years I grew to rebuild my cage, Surrounded myself with care. Mother said “I knew you could do it” For re-building a cage was rare.
For years I told stories of my cage, Mother wasn't there.
'Twas she was smiling down in heaven, Where God showed sympathy and care.
To God, I thank thee,
For letting my mother watch a while. I knew I’d be safe without my cage, When I saw her comforting smile.
Rugby - Naveh Mor Grade 6
I stand there in my position waiting for the game to start. I can feel my heart beating rapidly, my muscles shaking which excitement, and my lungs pounding. The whistle goes and the first drop kick. The ball gets caught, being passed right then left and finally to me, I catch it and there it is the first side step. The first bounce, then 2 more side steps and then I realize that the hooker charging at me like he is a bull and I’m the bull fighter waving the red flag at him and I don’t know what to do, do I pass or do I keep, do I run or do I stay, and before you realize it you get pierced by the bull’s horns, you get tackled and you stumble. Your teammates come collect the ball and there it goes right then left and right again and this time instead of a catch it’s a knock on, the ref signals scrum. So there I find myself under another man's armpit, waiting for the ref to say crouch, bond, set.
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