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Submissions for Month of the Military Child by Mr. Wagner’s ELA-11 B1 students.
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Those Who Leave, Those Who Come
As the years pass,
Someone always leaves this place,
Spreading their wings toward a new sky,
Holding a quiet strength within their heart.
And then time turns again,
Someone new arrives here,
Taking their first steps from this place,
Holding a quiet strength within their heart.
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The Month of Purple
April stands out some
As the month of spring and rain
Purple is for me
The color just defines me
Solely based of who I am
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The mystic Tree
The military child, so weak yet so strong
Follow your examples, where you’re going you don’t belong
A scene of heartbreak, we’ve become so numb
Treating people so coldly, what have we become
Standing strong military child, find peace where they put you
No other choice, the brick walls surround you.
The air has become so sweet, in recent years
The coldness was nothing but fear
It’s so laughable you could shed tears
But your tears were without reason
You are a Shining star,
wherever you go you will belong
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Trubute to military life
Diverse in so many ways.
Moving from place to place with no return.
So many places to call home.
Yet none feel like it.
Friends come and go.
Making new friends at each stop.
Only a few stay in touch.
Always getting asked why we move so much.
It’s the military way.
They fight for what’s right.
They stand proud and tall.
They are the reason we are alive.
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Getting Dressed
That just doesn’t match
Every few years I am moving
Piles scattered throughout my room
New base new friends new challenge
Where is my left sock?
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Life is like a box
We are trapped inside a box
We are sent to places
Not knowing where our hometown is
Our life is like a box
We say goodbye to our friends
We wish them good luck
To their new home
And will repeat the same chicle as a box
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Bittersweet
Leaving the place I once called home
Feeling the weight on my heart
I take off
Wondering if or when I will be back
A wave of sorrow washes over me
But now
Touching the ground once more
Curiosity begins to take root
I am here
Ready to take on the new adventure
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Sacrifice
My home is in many different places -
A ripple left in each place
My room soon filled with boxes -
An abundance of space
My father leaves for work -
I ponder of when he will be near again
My achievements known to none -
A constant feeling of unseen pain
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“CYCLE”
Oh, this short cycle
We all have to be mindful
Leaving people is frightful
Your new home is quite full
Oh, this cruel cycle
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Bleak Mid-Winter
This burning chill climbs,
Eyelids become heavy, numb.
Fingertips are frozen and cold.
Souls begin singing, crying.
Accepting their fate.
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New Beginnings
Going back and forth between bases
Never getting the real feeling of friendship
Haven’t seen the real lifestyle of living
Packing my bag see something new
But never knew it would repeat multiple times
Meeting new people and learning great things
Just to remeet and relearn those things
A new start and a new beginning appear
Greeting people I never knew I would
But understanding this place makes everything clear
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Home In Every Direction
New places to grow
Worlds Constantly Shifting
Stories to collect
Friends from everywhere I go
Stronger than before
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All The Places I’ve Been
All the places I’ve been
From South Carolina
With the soft beige colored sand
And the vibrant teal water
Then Alaska
Where the snow feels like clouds
And the views from a post card
Then Japan
With their cherry blossom trees
That smell like a sweet almond
The leaves with the color of soft pastel pink
All the places I’ve been
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Forging new paths
The way ahead is never easy
Straying from what was once known
Crossroads form yet are chosen on their own
Something new is always on the other side
Though it may be a reason to say goodbye
Leaving questions and pleas of why
A mix of emotions brew into a storm
Crashing waves of yearning for more
Limiting time for any to speak
Enjoying the journey before a new one takes place
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“Lost”
Lost within myself
In these memories of old
As I grow more cold
My reality will fold
Beyond my very own threshold
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Anywhere
Anywhere but home
Sent where he tells us
Not want, but when
Where I don’t belong
Anywhere but home
Designs are foreign
Familiarity not accounted
Where I have no union
Anywhere but home
No blame, I feel the same
I know what they think
Where I yearn for home
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Dandelion
As she runs on grass
An odd ball steals attention
Sitting still and yet lively
She plucks the stem from the earth
Making a new wish
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Tanka
Military child
I’m a military child
Venturing from place to place
Leaving my loved ones behind
To a fresh new place
With a brand new start
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Military child
Leaving my best friends behind
And leaving my home behind
Moving to new place
and saying my goodbyes
In a new place now
Not knowing where to go yet
Exploring these places
But still missing my real home
