A poem by one student:
We Thank You
The bagpipes hissing grieves of death
Some gone forever, lest we forget.
Acrid smells fill the air
Into the trenches if you dare.
Horror and fear
The gunshots near.
Running through drills,
Of mud and kill.
The blood-red petals,
The shiny medals.
To those who died,
I thank you from all of us.
Mary-Kate Cross, George Bonner Middle School
llustration by Kelsey MacGillivray, Cedar Hill Middle School
Rick McCharles 