I just so happened to be poking around my hard drive for old pictures and stumbled upon an interesting folder of data from an old computer. In that, I was able to find a file called, “Poems from 9th Grade.” They’re very…crude…and admittedly rather macabre. Not smooth at all. Initially I had zero recollection of writing them at all, but then I did start to remember. Most significant was the memory of how proud I was to have written them. Looking back on them is hard given how poorly they sound out loud, but I will preserve that young high school freshman pride because I had very little self-confidence back then. Weird to get a glimpse of what was going on in my head at the time.
And here they are:
Poems from 9th Grade
Watch the eagle soaring high,
Symbolizing freedom as it flies
O’er rolling hills and spacious plains,
Dazzling waters and fields of grain.
Enjoying the warmth of the sun on his wings,
And listening as the birds melodiously sings
He rides the air currents in the sky.
As he glances down, something catches his eye.
Without warning he dives
Like a jet to the ground
With perfect aim and lightening speed
He grabs a fish with hardly a sound.
Grasping the trout tightly in his talons,
The eagle’s victory cry echoes through the trees.
Gliding over a luscious forest and to his nest
He flies, to present the prize to his babies.
Now imagine an eagle soaring high,
Wheeling up towards the hazy sky,
O’er crowded hills and thick city fog,
Murky waters and dump-filled bogs.
The harsh noon sun beats down on her back,
As she watches smoke spew from smokestacks.
All she sees below are tree stumps as she flies,
When she hears a bang and something whizzes by.
Without warning she plummets
Like a stone to the ground.
For the last time she wonders:
What happened to earth when my ancestors were around?
Hopping along in search of good food,
She thought to herself, I think I’m in the mood
For a fat juicy caterpillar to be my lunch
Then I’ll snag a passing ant for later to munch.
But as she kept on jumping
Arachna was getting quite concerned.
She hadn’t seen a single caterpillar,
Not an ant or a worm.
Then she reasoned to herself,
How about a baby earwig?
It’s not as big as a roach, or like an ant, small.
I’d rater have an earwig than nothing at all.
As the bright yellow sun began to set,
She still hadn’t found a cricket yet.
This was giving her quite a scare
So she though, I’ll eat anything, I don’t care!
As the moon was coming up,
Arachna still hadn’t found a thing to eat.
Her eight legs were extremely sore,
And she was greatly in need of fresh meat.
In despair she crawled home,
Starving and alone
When suddenly in the moonlight,
She almost danced in her delight.
For she saw an unsuspecting weevil
And Arachna, feeling quite evil,
Pounced, and with one bite killed the beast.
So that night enjoyed a plump weevil feast.