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Things I Know Poems

Things I Know:

A Project Suggested by Lisa Wagner and Mary Anker, English Teachers

Berwick Academy, South Berwick, Maine, USA


The following pieces of writing are based on the poem “Things I Know” by American poet Joyce Sutphen. Students from Darwin Middle School, Darwin, Australia; Berwick Academy, South Berwick, Maine USA; and students from the International School of Cluj, Cluj-Napoca, Romania wrote these poems about aspects of their lives that they know intimately.



Evenings at the Beach

I know how the waves glisten whilst lapping away at the golden sand; I know the look of the fire-patterned rocks

as they hang over us; how minute by minute the sun etches closer to the horizon, illuminating the sparkling sea.

The feeling of the lead tugging me over to the friends awaiting her and how their wet fur brushes against my legs

leaving sandy remains, only to run away, break the water and swim against fighting currents- I know that too.

How the salty whips my hair across my face and lingers on my skin. I know how the sand crunches below my feet

and I see hers do the same. How the prints follow and twist and turn, to paddle in the water and relax on the sand.

I know how the sight of the blissful dogs and glowing sunset settles in my heart and I know that it will be there forever.

By Juliette
Darwin Middle School, Darwin, Australia
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I Know
       
I know the way the ocean shines blue
I know the fiberglass under my feet
I know the water boiling in the break
and the sky with cotton candy clouds
I know the rash from the suit
and the gull as it soars
I know the leash that wraps around my ankle
I know the feeling of horribly sore muscles
and the golden sand on the beach
and after a day in the water
I know the feeling of sliding through the reeds and onto the gravel that means the
swivel seat, the cut grass and the vibration of the mower under my seat.


By Pierce
Berwick Academy, South Berwick, Maine USA

                                                                                                                               



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Islanders

                                        

I know Them and the Sea near them

Nature in them, around them, with them

Mind-free

Far away from reality

Kids

Casually jumping on the rocks

near the Sea

Unaffectedly

Trouble-free.

Breaking bones,

Drinking pure homemade wine

Constantly ready for

long summer nights

Wild.

Wild as barbarians.

Selfish!

Spreading spurious scandals

and

living on other people's mistakes

Vicious and lone.

Primitive, but fun!

Fun as the Sun reflection on the playful Sea,

fun as the rain falling while people are dancing

Harmlessly.

Fun as

the guilt-free life we had before we wanted to become older

and wiser;

Fun as the time we were artless.

Fearless.

Memorable

and

Unique.

Them-I do know.




~ Lada (Croatia), Foundation year, International School of Cluj, Cluj-Napoca, Romania


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I Know


I know the way the sun shines, as a

rippling reflection on the water’s surface.

I know how the waves roll, encouraged

by the clumsy movements of many children.

How the coach calls, her voice drowned

by the soothing splashes-I know that too.

And the way the club members cluster,

to recognize what challenges await them.

I know the tang of chlorine as it wafts up your

nose and sets like concrete on your skin.

As well as the exhilaration that washes over you

like a tidal wave as you jump off the block, into the water below.

I know how the juniors watch in awe as you

speed down the lane, droplets flying at your side.

I know the way the sky changes from

blue, to pink to red above you.

And the way your fingers wrinkle, as though

the touch of the water has aged them.

I know the towel that dries you,

soaking up the water like a sponge.

And the feel soft brush of grass against your

feet as you trek through the dewy field back home.


By Chelsea

Darwin Middle School, Darwin, Australia.






I KNOW POEM


I know I enjoy it

I know how to throw accurately

I know I can field passionately

I know I can hit home runs

I don’t know if they’re scared of me

But I know they should be

I know I would be

I know I won’t always be great

But today I know I will be

I come home dripping with sweat, hungry, and tired

And slip into a world of dreams


By Max G.

Berwick Academy, South Berwick, Maine USA





Things I Know

I know how the air gets thicker

when it’s coming.

I know how the sky change as the blackness gathers. How

everything begins to darken

I know how the wind begins to pick and throw around the leaves,

scattering them all across the roads and footpaths.

I know how the thunder starts to roar

and the thunder starts to flash.

How all the kids in the road start to dash inside except for one, me,

who slips out into the rain where I know everything.

 

By Dion

Darwin Middle School, Darwin, Australia

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I Know….

I know that with the help of the pupil,

Mister Goopil

Can see quadruple.

I know that

The frontal, parietal, temporal and occipital lobe

Can ensure you a job;

and that

if you hit the neural cortex you will feel in pain,

Because it is hosted in the brain.

The carpals and the metacarpals,

Will help Ms. Sharples,

To grab the balls while playing marbles.

Triceps, biceps and abdominal muscles,

Can help you in tussles.

While walking in Brussels,

You can impress the woman who liked Russell

With your muscles.

The stirrup is the smallest bone in our body,

But useful to unfortunately hear,

The frequent songs that are bawdy.

I know about the human body

More than anybody!


~ Ana-Maria T-I, Grade 8, International School of Cluj, Cluj-Napoca, Romania


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Things I Know


I know the feeling of running through the familiar woods with the wind in my hair.
I know the muddy bog and the steep heartbreak hill.
I know the Honda truck door for good luck and the creek for jumping over.
I know the feeling of happiness on the cross country trails.

By Noah
Berwick Academy, South Berwick, Maine USA






Things I Know

I know the moves. I know every step
makes their way into a whole dance.

I can feel my leg lightly touch the ground
before I leap high in the air and finish with a bow.

There is six numbers that the teacher
yells, which then you know when

to start dancing. Every step needs to
be perfect in many ways. I can feel

everyone’s heart thumping because
they’re nervous. I know how they feel

with thousands of eyes on them, there
is nothing else to do than just smile

and get the dance over and done with.
I know that the lights are shining on me

and others. I feel blind because it is so
bright, but I know I’m not.


By Galatiani
Darwin Middle School, Darwin Australia





Things I Know

I know how
Hard is to get The Monster.

I know how
It rules its kingdom.

I know that feeling
When the fish is biting,

I know the joy
When you get it and

I know how hard is
To keep it.

I know how terrible is
When you have expected all of this

And still, all that you get in the end
Is just the little one of all …


~ Marius, Grade 8, International School of Cluj, Cluj-Napoca, Romania


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Things I Know


I know how the snow sprays  when the skates cut into the ice.


I know how the goalie leaps as you fake, one way and then the other.


I know how the green light alerts the goal as the goalie’s bottle pops up.


I know the shriek of the ref’s whistle as I slowly proceed to the box.


I know how it feels to receive the pass and release the shot in a blink.


I know what it’s like to hear the end buzzer and shout “Win!!!”



By Ollie

Berwick Academy, South Berwick, Maine USA








I KNOW


I know how the nervousness is felt, when set

in front of targets that’s red, blue, yellow and black

even though nobody is looking.

I know the feel of confusion when the arrow is off target but I have

aimed for the middle.

The frustration, when the wind drives off the arrow.

How a second feels like a

minute,

as the arrow makes its way to the target.

How the feel of the sharpness of the arrow reminds

me how deadly it is.

The taste of victory, the smell of joy when my arrow hits  --

BULLSEYE


 By Kitty

Darwin Middle School, Darwin, Australia

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The Darkest Truth...                                            

I know about a world,
A world full of darkness, pain and despair,
I know how it is to lose someone
And I know how it is to suffer.

I know what you feel when your dreams are shattered
And when you lose all hope.
But I also know how it is to love,
How it feels to find yourself dreaming about the same smile every single day.

I know this world, this dark, wonderful world,
A world where all is possible and all is unexpected.
A world in which a human is nothing but a speck of dust
Fearing something worse than the devil himself.

And when all is said and done,
When you can see the whole world lying beneath your eyes,
You can finally see it clearly:
The darkest truth...


~ Alexandra, Grade 8, International School of Cluj, Cluj-Napoca, Romania

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Catching the Bus


I know how the plant life rushes
past the window, tree after tree;

How the fence follows me down the road
until it stops at the turn.

How the scent of perfume
masks the odor of sweat.

Feathered friends sour past
racing me back flap, flap, flap.

I know how the windows get a
clean from the brushing of the leaves,

And how the bodies sway back
and forth. The rays shining

through the darkened glass;
making it impossible to

stay cool. Larger figures
stealing it away, claiming it

theirs to keep. “Next stop!”,
the famous words, stopping
us from an ongoing adventure.



By Maddii, Darwin Middle School, Darwin, Australia

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Things I Know

I know the harmonious melody of the dawning
chant, soothing the tension that bubbles inside me.

I know how your arms support your entire body,
precariously balancing on uneven surfaces;

How each part of the body works in different ways
to move at will – I know that too. The humid atmosphere

I know how it clings to my skin, like a baby to its mother.
The incense that slowly burns at the head of the

Classroom, reminding me of vibrant fields of endless
colour. I know the refreshing feeling that follows

The completion of a pose. I know the instructing order
of the teacher’s calming words that flutter like

butterflies in my mind; the sweet taste of the passing
breeze, tingling at the very tip of my tongue.

I know how every breath we take is important,
shaping the future to become greater.

By Remi
Darwin Middle School, Darwin, Australia

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Things I Know


I know the feeling of the ever slippery floor;
And the sound of the ball as it slashes to the

ground; The patterns of the opposing team
running back and forth; The swish of the net

and desperation arises. I know how the numbers
on the scoreboard go up; and why? Because our

team does not make any progress. The feeling
that resistance doesn’t help. The sound of cheers;

the sounds of yelps. I know the feeling of the ever
growing pain. Victory seems out of reach. As

always. I know the feeling of the winning and
failure. But victory can’t become right now.

The future for the game is bleak. But can we
turn it around? I’m hoping for a tie; or a one

basket loss. We score a point in the last few
seconds; A ten basket loss.

By Grace
Berwick Academy, South Berwick, Maine USA





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I Know Me!

                                   

I know what I like above riding my bike,
The things I enjoy, for example, volleyball.
Everyone knows I like basketball and racquetball
And you should know I like playing all sports in my funny shorts.
I know that I like food, I know that too!
I know we should all eat healthy,
Even though I love candies
and I know that I could eat a whole cake after eating steak.
I know what is best, even though I’m a mess.
Oh, and I hate bad jokes and chess!
I also hate durian. Yeah, it’s a fruit but it tastes like boot!
I know that I hate to do my homework late-
I’m then too sleepy and I look really creepy.
I know what I do mind: when I’m left behind.
I know I like glee…
You see, I know lots about me!


~ Anamaria S., Grade 8, International School of Cluj, Cluj-Napoca, Romania


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Things I Know


I know where my fingers go to play a B flat.

I know how to brush the bow across the strings one end to the other

and to never cake the rosin.   

I also know the sweet sounds of the strings vibrating from the bow.

How ugly it sounds if it isn’t tuned.

I know to be careful when tuning,

and to become best friends with the metronome even though it can be mean.

I know how annoying it can be to travel with it because it’s as heavy as a hippo and

as tall as a giraffe.

I know that it’s worth it even when it’s a pain to carry it,

or when I have trouble with a piece.

I know one thought for sure,

that I love what I do.


By Jessie
Berwick Academy, South Berwick, Maine, USA


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Things I Know

I know the wonderful sound
of the ball swishing through the net

I know the smell of a brand new basketball
being ripped out of its plastic wrapping

The feeling of every single one
of the grooves on the ball I know

I know how the worn out net drapes
wearily down from the ring in front of me.

I know the feeling of pushing the ball to the ground
and the feeling of it as it comes back to my fingers

I know the sound
of every single one of my teammates squeaking and sprinting across the court


By Jackson
Darwin Middle School, Darwin, Australia



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Things I Know


I know how everybody’s feet, bustling and
shuffling, trying not to miss their flight.

I know how the tourists rustle and crumple
their maps, not knowing where to go.

I know the feeling of ears popping when
the plane goes into flight, into the sky high above.

I know how the waitresses, coming down the aisles,
ask in sweet voices, who host you through your flight.

I know how the morning rush haunts you as you drive from
state to state, city to city, place to place, as you twist and turn

every which way, in a mad dash of cars, going to their destinations.
I know the feeling of early morning flights, as you take as much time

as possible, not wanting to know what time it is, just wanting
that first cup of coffee to wake up.

I know the expressions of people, as they hear the
dreaded words of missing your flight, the color of their

faces washed away, like a painting’s color.
This is where I know everything by ground to plane,

to plane by sky, sky to atmosphere, way above the world.

By Vicki
Berwick Academy, South Berwick, Maine, USA

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I Know People

                                  


I know about individuals
and their slippery conscience.

I know how the feelings change them
and twist them as the storm bursts through them.

My friends, I know them too,
how their mind works
and how they look at the world,
Their habbits, their usual words.

The way they change, I know,
From air-headed teenagers to winners; but
I also know how they can get nowhere
when easier ways they choose.

I know how a best life should be,
how all  this degradation can be stopped:
through hard work and passion,
through fulfilling our little dreams
with no borders around them,
just the way we live
when the present walks near you,
when future is smiling at you
and past is far behind you.

Regrets, I do not know.


Razvan, Grade 8, International School of Cluj, Cluj-Napoca, Romania


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Things I Know: Tennis   

I know the correct grips on the tennis racquet
For forehand and backhand strokes

I know how to perfectly aim the ball with my tennis racquet
To strike a winning point

I know the correct positioning of my feet to hit a forehand
And where to put my feet to hit a backhand

And how the sounds of the shoes screech along the rubbery ground
When the players dart back and forth from left to right.

I know that when the sun shines brightly
Beads of sweat run down the opponents face

The impact of the ball hitting the racquet, I know that to,
And the smell of anxiety filling the air.

When the judge announces the championship,
When hearing the cries of the players

Not allowed to trespass or the screams
Of the losers, not getting the title.

By Lucy
Darwin Middle School, Darwin, Australia


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I Know How To Dance


I know that when I do the wrong move it’s
okay. When I’m dancing I know I can be myself.

I know that I only need to try my best and I
don’t need to worry about grades. I know when

going across the floor the teacher looks at
everyone individually and as a whole group. I know

everyone has their own twist on each move.
I know the teacher will only look to see that I’m

trying my best. I know when you enter on the
wrong beat she won’t be mad or when you

forget a combination everything will be okay.
I know dance is meant to express how you

feel and that’s what I know how to do. I know
that I’ve done well when I stand out in a crowd.

I know that dance is all about being creative and
that’s something I can do. I know that dance

is something everyone can do with a little bit
of practice and help from the people around you.

By Barrett
Berwick Academy, South Berwick, Maine, USA








.Things I Know


I know the way the puck hits the boards

I know the sound of my skates cutting through the ice

I know that breeze when I’m skating fast ~

hockey.


By Bri

Berwick Academy, South Berwick, Maine, USA









I know what a dog wants when he looks at me

I know what a cat wants when she meows at me

I know what a dog wants when he’s whining

I know what a cat wants when she’s crying

I know what a dog feels and what a cat feels

      I know that they both need love!


By Alexis

Berwick Academy, South Berwick, Maine, USA



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Things I Know


I know the way my shoes

Crunch on the gravel beneath me

I know the sound of my clubs

Clashing against each other making perfect harmony

The way my hand

Slides into the leather glove with ease

The color of the ball- I know that to

I watch it fly- I watch it land

From the tee to the green

I know the smells that the course beholds

The way the wind blows the flag

I know the graceful sound of the ball dropping into the empty cup

I know the glory of making a putt

To the shame of leaving one short

I know the crowds applause

Each compliment making me stronger

By Alizza

Darwin Middle School, Darwin, Australia.






Things I Know


I know the sound the referee’s whistle

makes when he blows it


to stop the play.

I know the rink dimensions


I know the rink is 85 feet wide

and 200 feet long.


I know the feeling of winning

a championship and losing your season.


I know what it feels like to celebrate

a game-winning goal. I know


I know that you have 24 square feet

to score a goal.


And the sound of the loud buzzer

ending the big game.


By Matt

Berwick Academy, South Berwick, Maine, USA






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Things I Know


I know how the soccer ball rolls in the goal for

the game winning shot


I know how passing is key

for the win


I know how one move can change the game

from a loss to a win


I know how some games are won or lost

but never forgotten


I know how the key to greatness

is practice


I know how the ball goes from foot to foot ,finding that right person

who will make him a goal and not just a ball


where I know everything by the glistening field shadowed by hard work




By Neale

Berwick Academy, South Berwick, Maine, USA



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Things I Know


I know the feel of the air                                                                                                                                    as the storm rolls in. I know

How the rain splashes against

the hard concrete of the street,

How lightning lights up the night                                                                                                                          sky like glowing spider-webs

And how the thunder drowns out                                                                                                                                           all other sounds. I know

How the wind scatters water                                                                                                                             through the air, how the dew

Shines under the sky like                                                                                                                                                   thousands jewels and how

The city silences as the                                                                                                                                                       storm ends refreshing the earth.  

By Connor

Darwin Middle School, Darwin, Australia                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            








I know how to play

Tennis  

I can hit the ball

I can serve the ball

I can get a point

I can play tennis


By Sam

Berwick Academy, South Berwick, Maine, USA


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I Know...


I know how to shoot a puck

 I know how to skate

I know how to stick handle

I know when I am needed on and off the ice

I know how to take a wrist shot from the blue line

I  know how to skate backwards

I know how to play hockey


By Sydney

Berwick Academy, South Berwick, Maine, USA










Sailing


sails whip in the wind

boom forcefully swinging across

just barely missing your head

sun glistens on the sails

water, clear

I know my way around like the back on my hand

the black rocks, intimidating

rope burns on my hands

waves splash against the boats

jump into the ice cold water

glide through the wind

move faster and faster

harbor, many boats among it

racing
pushing the tiller around the big yellow triangle  

crossing the finish line

sailing is what I do in my free time



By Livi

Berwick Academy, South Berwick, Maine, USA

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THINGS I KNOW


I know how the mangoes ripen

like deep sunset bulbs.

I know how the trees slowly grow over years.

The way the crickets repeatedly call for attention,

Their sound a high pitched cry in the complete darkness.

How loud the tractors roar is,

And how delicate the mangoes can be

at night in the summer breeze.

I know the way the thunder crackles,

and how bright the lightning is

When rain seems close by.

How protective a dog can be

Of his owners in the tense night.

The way the birds chirp in the morning

After long and cold hours

and how the bats squeak at night

Hunting for their next prey.

How the sky will constantly change

Making everything change with it.

I know the way the farm grows with everything it embraces.

By Emma

Darwin Middle School, Darwin, Australia


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Piano keys are smooth, slick and hard

I know the arrangement of them


1, 2  1, 2, 3

black on white a, b, c, d, e, f, g


There are 88 keys with a different sounds, pitches and tones

my eyes glance at the notes as I glide


along the slick smooth keys

no color

only in the music played


long notes, short notes, all music to the ears of people



By Baoyu

Berwick Academy, South Berwick, Maine, USA




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Things I Know


I know the feel of the leather saddle against

my legs and the smell of the fresh air around me.

I know the sight of the dust above us after

every movement and how the breeze blows,

the leaves on the trees in perfect harmony.

I know the feeling of the strong heart beat,

Beneath mine and the sound of her muffled breath

and her soft woven rains wrapped around my fingertips

I know when her eyes gaze at mine and her soft downing coat

And knowing I could lay in the paddock with her for hours on end.



By Hannah

Darwin Middle School, Darwin, Australia.






Things I Know


I know how the strings feel below my fingers

vibrating gently on the fingerboard.


I know how the right tune comes out of the strings

when I play a chord,



I know how the notes look on the F

clef and how they take shape into sound waves


I know how the bow bounces on the

softly vibrating strings;


How the rosin makes the bow stick to the strings

and how the powder gets collected on the wood


I also know how it feels when the string breaks.



By Aman

Berwick Academy, South Berwick, Maine, USA









Things I Know


I know the hammering sound of the soccer ball hitting the boards

I know how the ref yells at players for being too aggressive

I know the cheers of a goal scored

I know how teammates yell “Nice goal, awesome play, great pass, good job!”

I know the slapping sound of two cleats hitting each other trying to conquer the ball

I know how people say “We will do better next time!” from a team that lost

I know the BOOM sound of a hard kick

I know how water bottles are drank quickly.

I know how players yell “Pass, here, I’m open!”


By Tess

Berwick Academy, South Berwick, Maine, USA







Soccer

I know the excitement of pacing at a medium rate

on to the field hoping to win the match,

I know how the short, soft, green grass feels like,             

when I dive magnificently to save the ball,

How the neatly padded Nike gloves fit snuggly around my hand feels like,

when I’m rubbing

Together ready to begin the match –

how the enjoyment of smashing the ball down the field

feels like freedom –

The nice cool wind on my face when I run to slide tackle the opposition. 

I know how the icy cool wind,

rushing past my ears and making a soft, silent whistle.


By Ivo

Darwin Middle School, Darwin, Australia

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Things I Know


I know how the ball’s rough skin feels on my hand
I know the swish the hoop makes when someone scores a basket.
I know what the scoreboard says (we're winning...of course!)
I know #5 just pushed me...uhhh, hello....FOUL!
I know my team mate passed me the ball...don't drop it ,please, don't let me drop it!
I know how it feels to be racing up the court, wind in my face, ready for a layup
I know when the shrill blast of the ref’s whistle pierces through the low hum of the crowd, announcing a jump ball
I know what our coach says when #7 on the other team gets an easy shot “it's okay”
I know the sound of the buzzer when the game is over, flashing the final score ,
blaring its too loud buzzing sound
I know what the other team says when the buzzer nearly gives you heart failure
“Better luck next time”
I know what we say when the buzzer assaults our eardrums “Yes!”
And I know the classic “good game” and high fives all around after the game is over

By Paxton
Berwick Academy, South Berwick, Maine, USA








Harry Potter

seven books

thrilling plot

good and evil

friends

enemies


By Nolan
Berwick Academy, South Berwick, Maine, USA

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Things I Know


I remember the first time my fingers met the keys and feel like a soft clump of cotton wool.

I know the notes beforehand of the melodic song that is well known in my head.

How my face floods with color from the joy of the song.  I know how all my nerves,

will crawl up to make my back form one haze  of stage fright.

How my eyes quickly take a glance at the sheet directly before me,

just in time to ignore the delicate rays of sunshine dancing off the edge of the sky.

The way my ears hear the dynamics getting louder and louder,

and before I know, it stops dead in its tracks.  I know the woman beside me,

who tells me what to do, and how her smile brings my smile to the world.

I know the barking that sounds like death march a few meters from the window,

that brings me back to reality.  The end that brings the wind,

filled with an applause to make me go on and on.  I know the way the music flows,

when every note flows around me

and the audience opposite of me.

By Janelle

Darwin Middle School, Darwin, Australia


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Things I Know


I know the sounds my house makes

late at night when the wind blows


I know the seasons based on the sun

that shines in my bedroom window


I know the happy noises my dog

makes when I give her treats and


the aroma that comes from the kitchen

as bacon fries in the frying pan


I know the sound of the loud buzzer that tells

me it’s time to get up and get ready


And the silence when I don’t hear it

telling me it’s a day to sleep in


By Kyle

Berwick Academy, South Berwick, Maine, USA





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Things I Know


I know the swaying of the trees

The sunset over the calm water


I know the splash of the water as I jump into the lake

The float to swim to, yellow as the sun


I know the tub to go bouncing on the wake in

The canoe to go exploring in


I know the trampoline float to flip on

The water so clear


I know the storms of thunder

The hail bouncing off the porch like ping-pong balls

Like mixed emotions trying to make up their mind

Because every summer has a storm


By Kianna

Berwick Academy, South Berwick, Maine, USA







THINGS I LOVE AND KNOW

I know how to be thrown into continuum of turning, never stopping until dizziness.                             
I know how to leap until weightlessness,
unstoppable
to let loose with my emotions
to show them in endless lines of my own expression
I know that my feet have their own language
off the dance floor
But graceful on  
ending with me sweating and panting to the beat of the music
and my mind slipping away to a place where words are my companion
and guide me through the night of paper and ink

By Ainsley
Berwick Academy, South Berwick, Maine, USA





Things I Know

I know the way the fish’s tail flicks as it rushes

to catch its prey above the surface of the water.

I know how the fish’s scales glimmer in the

light of the sun’s rays.

I know how the sun blinds the fisherman as

it reflects off the water, his eyes shaded with a

hand, peering carefully into the water. I know the

way the jellyfish drift by as the tide goes in and

out, out and in. The way the fish tugs and thrashes

on the fishing line as it tries to free its self from

the hook. I know how the line wizzes off the reel

to catch the trophy fish. I know how the trees

along the bank sway in the breeze of the early

morning, how the boat’s engine rumbles as we go

along the glassy water. I know how the boat

slides gracefully off the trailer, its sudden splash

as it hits the water in the morning light, a shock

to the stillness of the river banks.


By Joshua

Darwin Middle School, Darwin, Australia


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What I Know About Surfing


I know the rush

paddle, paddle,

turn around

quick

to catch the wave


I know the hope

each

new

wave brings


I know the feeling

of being on the

top

of the

world,

when you finally,

finally,

catch that type of

wave


But I also  

know the defeat


I know that when

a wave goes by

uncaught

it takes a

tiny piece of

hope with it


And I also know that

every

single

mistake

that you make

is worth just one

ride on a wave


By Olivia J.

Berwick Academy, South Berwick, Maine, USA








I Know

I know how the ball comes off the bat with a ping

I know how the ball will spin in my glove

I know how the ball will come out as fast as it came in

I know how the ball travels through the air to a new home

I know how it feels after I made the third out

I know how it feels when I slowly jog back to the dugout with the boyish and cocky smile on my face

I know how it feels when I finally get the slap on the back by my coach and he says nice job

I know how it feels when I step up to the plate

I know how you have to be patient

I know how it feels when I step and drive the ball 300 feet

I know how it feels when I step into reality

I know how it feels to wait hours to step back into baseball



By Spencer
Berwick Academy, South Berwick, Maine, USA


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What I Know



I know hard one has to work

I know the sweat dripping down one's face

I know all the running and sprinting

          I know how the ball flies past the keeper and into the net

I know how players have to come out of the game

I know what getting hurt feels like

I know when the ball hit one in the face it makes a thud

        I know how the blood from my mouth is salty


I also know


I know how it feels to be with my friends

I know the feeling of my hometown field

I know the bump on the toe of my left  cleat

                                                 I know how it feels to to get a goal
                                                  I know the taste



By Marcus

Berwick Academy, South Berwick, Maine, USA



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Things I Know                                     

I know how the campfire’s warm heat     
touches my face

while I lounge in my chair under the tarpaulin.
I know the crack of a tiny speck of timber

as it shoots up into the humid night air. As the night creatures circle the yellow road sign, I

know how the light reflects off the metal. While sleeping, I know the feeling of my fold-up bed

allowing me to wriggle around like a grumpy caterpillar. I know stirring from a deep sleep,

ears to the peaceful calls of birds in my ear. How the sight of a majestic waterfall stands out

from the dry, half dead shrub surrounding me. As the gravel crunches beneath my feet, I know

how the sandstone walls silently watch over me while I walk inside a gorge. I know how it feels,

standing on top of a gigantic plateau, with the wind buffeting my face, and I know how it rushes

away to the lake, where I know pretty much every single thing, from the water to the sky…

By Thomas
Darwin Middle School, Darwin, Australia
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I Know Poem



I know how the pages of a book crackle,

and the books, old dusty smell;


I know how the words inside Ella Enchanted

whisk me away, to the ogre land far away.


How I can’t put a book down when

I’m at a horrifying or breathtaking

section.


How my mother’s voice used to

lull me to sleep when she was reading;


I know how good it feels to read without

any homework left to do. I am free

without any stress or worry,


and how I dislike when someone interrupts

me while I am reading, like I am now.


                                                                                                  

By Olivia P.

Berwick Academy, South Berwick, Maine, USA

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Things I Know


I know the smell of the brand new basketball

as the wrapper is torn in excitement;

The sound of the ball bouncing on the ground

shakes the ground as if there were an earthquake;

I know the way the ball floats through the air

as everyone anxiously waits for the outcome;

I know the hand movements of the referees as they

call a foul waving frantically like an airport traffic control person;

I know the cries from players when they collide into each other,

the grind of bone against bone or a collision with the ground;

I remember the strategy of the game

as I position myself in order to achieve victory;

I know the sound of the siren that marks

the final bounce; I know the feeling of holding a trophy

above my head, the strength of mind and trill that paid off.





By William

Darwin Middle School, Darwin, Australia

                                                                                                                                         

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Things I Know
                                      

I know home, my warm bed and cozy room
in the protected woods and calm river.


I know the big yellow school bus in the morning sun
with crowded aisles and cramped seats.


I know school, swarms of buzzing kids waiting for the white door to open
and begin the day of work.


I know work. Sitting, listening, writing with the squeaky mechanical pencil,
stuffed like packing peanuts into the small desks.


I know the drive home from school, in our dirty white jeep,
on the inside questions and thoughts of homework.


I know the walk from the car to the house, hands packed dropping things
as I reach my hand for the gold handle as I step up into an empty house.


I know my dog Daisy’s jump, a quick paw followed another paw, now on top of me
her happy bark and collars jingle, lets me know I am home.


I know sitting down at my desk in the sun and working
until my hands tingle and my legs have pins and needles.

I know the open of the back door as I sprint down
to the waters edge and jump into the ocean,

Where I know everything: surface
to middle to wet sandy bottom.

By Laura
Berwick Academy, South Berwick, Maine, USA








Things I Know

I know the nerve racking sense
of doom you feel when you sign in.

I know how you pretend to be brave,
but really, you’re terrified.

I know the competitiveness of everyone while
they wait, trying to prove that they’re the best.

I know the rush of when they call your name.

I know the insecurity of walking into
that room, your life on the line.

I know the pressure to do everything
that you can to make them like you.

I know the feeling of not knowing as you exit.

I know the feeling of being unsure
on if you succeed or fail.

I know how your arms start to shake
in unison with your phone when they call.

I know how it feels to work so hard
on a single thing and hear that word.


By Bryan
Berwick Academy, South Berwick, Maine, USA




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Things I Know


I know the amount of concentration needed
when it is the final point.

I know the amount of strength needed
to hit the ball back to the other side.

How the racket needs to be held
properly, not loose. How seconds

feel like minutes, and minutes
feel like hours as the opponent

is ready to serve. How your heart
stops beating when their racket smashes

against the ball. Your feet feel like stones
at first, but not for long as you race

to the ball as quickly as you can.
How you feel determined to hit the ball

back everytime it returns. Then there is that moment
when the ball doesn’t return, and your

quite confused. All of a sudden you
catch on and you feel happy and

joyful, I know that too. I know how relieved
you feel when the referee calls out you won!


By Susi
Darwin Middle School, Darwin, Australia
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I know the rush
the hurry fast

I know the snap of the cap
on: off

I know the swirl,
the movement of the water

I know the cold;
the pain it takes

I know the practice
the tiredness: I sleep off

I know the locker room,
talking chatter

I know the watch;
the long hours

I know the feeling
of a win

The amazement you have,
the shock of wow

But I know
the loss also

The feeling of I can’t
do this

By Emma W.
Berwick Academy, South Berwick, Maine, USA






Things I Know

I know the sound of the waves crashing

onto the shore, swirling around my ankles.

How the golden sand slips through my fingers

like silk. I know the smell of pine trees, that

stretch as far as the eye can see. Also the

taste of salt, as it is carried to my lips on

the breeze. I know the way the wind whips

me across the face, stinging every pore.

I know the feeling of heat, as the sun’s rays

Beat down upon me like drums. I know the

Way the sun sinks lower on the horizon,

Flooding the sky with colours. I know the

way the soft pillow meets my head when

the day is finally over.


By Eliza
Darwin Middle School, Darwin, Australia
.





I Know Summer



I know the sun, as it rises and sets on a warm summer’s night;
How we all want to stay out in the light, even past dark.

I know the green of the grass, and the blue of the sky.

The peace, the calm. The absence of pressure, except when it’s hated most.

Strengths and weaknesses, to find them all.

To run, to fly.

Balance.

Summer.

By Michael
Berwick Academy, South Berwick, Maine, USA




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Things I Know


I know how my heart skips a beat when the music starts and I walk on stage feeling beautiful

I know how the wind spins when I perfect

a turn


I know how the ground shakes when I leap across the

midnight black stage


I know how my body freezes when I forget a move and I stand there, lifeless


I know how my hair whips when I strike a pose,

fearless


I know how my expressions enchant the audience as I sweep across the stage


I know the feeling when the crowd roars and I smile,

breathless



By Nicola

Berwick Academy, South Berwick, Maine, USA



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I Know….

I know how the words build in intensity with every page turned,

how the reading takes you to an amazing place.

Anybody can read a wonderful story,

from romance to action,

peaceful to destructive.

I know the reason people read faster to locate the consequences quicker;

I know what it’s like to decipher a mystery.

How it feels to solve a murder,

what happens if you upset a troll,

or fly in the wind as a

graceful bird.

I know what it’s like to fight a villain as a

SUPERHERO!

By Mia

Darwin Middle School, Darwin, Australia


.





                                         I know this game

I know the way the ball is kicked

I know how the shiny whistle chirps

I even know the pattern on the net

I know the feeling to be champs

I know the glory of sweet wind through my hair

as I race to the ball

I know the way of their feet

Running swiftly,

dribbling aimlessly down the field

I know the pass

I have the ball

I know that adrenaline you get before you shoot

You shoot

Crossbar. RING. It comes back to you

as if it can not bare to part with you

I know the feeling of sweat on your face

all sticky and dirty

I know what it means when the game is drawing to an end

three minutes, one to one

I know the feeling of desire to win

I know how pressure builds

You receive the ball and dribble to the goal

You get by the defender

It’s you and the goalie

You kick the winning goal

I know the sound of the ball whacking the back of the net

I know the sound of applause and cheer

I know soccer


By Emma N.

Berwick Academy, South Berwick, Maine, USA




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Things I Know


I know the sound of honey trickling through the honeycomb

I know the feeling of honey gluing your mouth shut.

I know the feel of bare feet on the tar, the scraping and scratching.

It’s pitch black out in the cold

I feel pain in my feet

I know breath is taken away from my fall.

I know the luck stolen from a black cat.

I know the crackle of a fire.

I know the kindness in hate.

I know what it’s like to watch hope to walk right out the front door.


By Kenzie

Berwick Academy, South Berwick, Maine, USA









Things I Know


I know the slight pinch of new boots,

the comforting musty smell of the aisle,

the downy velvet of the horse’s muzzle.

How the soft leather of the tack feels under my fingers.

I know the horse’s lazy walk, its bouncy trot, the continual canter.

The rush over the jump, the mane under my fingers.


By Shavonne

Berwick Academy, South Berwick, Maine, USA




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I know the smell of sweat

in the competition center


the feel of the GS suit

like a snake squeezing me


The long wait up the chair lift  

I know how my gut tightens


as I move toward the start

how my heart beats faster


as the man counts down

the feel of the small pole


as I push it aside to start

the timer at the bottom


I know the feel of the wind

as I rush past the gate


I know how nerve racking

it is to get closer to it


The feel on my shoulder

as I brush it as I pass


I know the roar of my friends

as I come through the finish line




By Ryan

Berwick Academy, South Berwick, Maine, USA


.






Things I Know



I know how the snow sprays up when

you dig your skates into the ice:


I know the way the wind flows

through the holes in your cage.


How the puck slides off your stick as

you flick it toward the goal


hoping to score -- I know that too, and

how to celebrate when the goalie


looks behind him and turns back

with a disappointed look on his face.


I know the feeling of being in

the penalty box when you know


you didn’t do anything and when

you know you did, but you don’t care


On offense I know everywhere the puck

moves if it’s being moved up away from


the goal or whether it’s being shot

toward the net; I skate off the ice


and onto the mat that paves

the way to the locker room


where I know everything

from bench to coat hook to locker.



By Asa

Berwick Academy, South Berwick, Maine, USA









Things I Know


I know that the rudder on the boat is down,

I know that the mast is up,

I know that the daggerboard is down,

I know the sail is up,

I know the wind has picked up,

I know that I am starting to sail.


By Max F.

Berwick Academy, South Berwick, Maine, USA



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Things I Know


I know the smell of fresh cut grass,

and the mess that happens when dirt mixes with it.


I know the coldness of the bench,

and the relief of batting gloves.


I know the worn out bases,

and the hundreds of cleats that have made them that way.


I know the determined look on a sweaty face,

and the pressure of a team.


I know the screams of the crowd,

and the hugs of a team.


I know the wetness of the water,

and the dryness of a tongue.


I know the excitement of a win,

and the surprise of being lifted up.


I know the kicking off of the cleats,

the quick change of clothes.


I know sprinting across the campus,

to the place I know best.


From the mic, to the curtain, to the house.

The theater.


By Amber

Berwick Academy, South Berwick, Maine, USA





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I Know Ski Racing


I know how it feels when they call your bib number

I know what to do when they say 10

I know the rush you feel when you're planting your poles as hard you possibly can

I know how to dig my edges into the snow

I know that flood of energy you feel as you head over the pitch for the first time

I know the amazing feeling when you finally finish the course and you look up and see what you just accomplished.


By Abby

Berwick Academy, South Berwick, Maine, USA



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I Know Lacrosse
I know how the players excitedly take the field
ready to pounce once the sharp whistle sounds

I know how the crowd goes silent
except for the chatting moms

I know how the whistle catches some off guard
while others burst over the line

the whistle for possession
allowing attackmen and defensemen to cross

they exert force
causing grunts of pain

cling clinging cling
the collision of the metal sticks

the cheers of the crowd as you score
the boos when you let a goal in

the buzz ending the quarters and half
the yelling and pep talk of the coach

inspiring you to achieve higher
forcing sweat to run down

I know the coach sending for subs
the relief of water

watching the game
ready to go in

“Andrew!” yells the coach
has to go to the box and wait for a whistle

I know how it feels to come in
Get told who to cover

I know final seconds ticking down
The crowd going silent with anticipation

Becoming an outlet after the goalie make a save
Catching
Running down the field
Tick tick
“Shoot, shoot!” yells the coach
I pass it to the open attackman
Who’s defender slides to me
The light short sound of the ball going in the pocket
I know the attackman shooting low

The cheer of the crowd
When the ball zooms past the goalie

I know the players storming the field
The heads hung down low as the
Final seconds tick away

The handshaking of the team

I know the after celebration
And the coaches tells us speeches and memories

I know seeing my mom after
Hugging and listening to her

I know the happy walk to the car

After I change into undrenched clothes
I know the quiet, slow three hour ride home


By Andrew
Berwick Academy, South Berwick, Maine, USA








What I know

I know the gunshot

That echoes through the forest

I know the fury

As I envision the death

I know the hatred

Towards the murderer

I know the pity

When I think of the dying deer

I know the horror

As I imagine it writhing on the ground

I know the pain

like it was me who was shot

I know the shock

As I realize man’s evil

I know the tears

That fall down my face

And I know the urge

To end this evil



By Brooks

Berwick Academy, South Berwick, Maine, USA


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I know the feel of hot grass on bare feet,
The noise of chickens clucking at me,
Their beady eyes narrowed.
I know the sound of a pig,
snorting,
and its strength,
enough to knock me over,
in the silt.
I know the sound of a bicycle tire crackling on gravel,
The swoop of reaching the top of the curved driveway,
And heading back down again.
I know the red barn,
musty smell, clouded windows,
But strong and proud to me.
I know the sound of the lawn mower,
creaking to life,
with the burning seat and the dirt crusted key,
The heat of the sun,
Giving me a sunburn, which my mother will fret about,
I know the whooosh feeling,
As we rush down the snow-covered hill,
Jump out before you hit the tree!
The creak of a wooden floorboard,
From an old, tired house
Peeling paint,
Furniture ripped by years of cat’s claws
A bedroom without air conditioning,
The only place of cool the TV room,
The kitchen stifling when my mom is cooking.
And the way the floorboards stick to my feet
in the cold winter,
a race with my siblings,
who gets to the heater first?
I know the wonder that is Stewarts,
That nobody in Maine seems to understand
“An Ice Cream store, a deli, and a grocery store?”
They cannot understand the purpose of such a store.
I know the dumb yet satisfying action of making a mud pie,
Let’s put berries in the middle,
And sprinkle dirt on the top,
It’s sugar!
I know the bitter taste of a mustard leaf,
Not very satisfying,
but fun.
I know the spicy, tangy taste of onion grass,
Which you can find in the woods,
Where we would take frequent walks.
I know the basement,
Musty, dirty,
and you must jump around the mouse traps,
I know the feeling of excitement on Friday nights,
Coming home from gymnastics,
Will we get back for Batman reruns?
And Mission Impossible?
Always missing the first five minutes,
No matter how fast we rushed to get home,
I know the big, large dog,(he looked like a polar bear)
That would eat my friends homeschool lunches.
With a guilty look when my friends looked angry,
He knew he’d been bad.
And the barn cat,
That disappeared one day,
And never came back,
And the other stray one,
We picked him up in the church parking lot,
His hip bones so prominent,
The would jab you when he slept on you,
But he got fat,
Too fat, I’m afraid.
I know all of this,
A lifetime of information
wishes, hopes, dreams, feelings,
All crammed into eleven years,
I know the pride of New York
The Empire State
That’s me.


By Kate
Berwick Academy, South Berwick, Maine USA









Things I Know

I know where to go
I know what to do

I know what to bring
and I know who to listen to

I know how the pencils
write against the paper

I know the feeling of nervousness
when I pass in a finished paper

I know the feeling of sweat on my hands
and the tremble as I give the paper to the teacher

I know the change from
one class to another

math test to an English test
the feeling of the day being almost over

I know how after the day
is over I go on the bus

I talk about the day
with my friends

after the bus ride is over
I get into my parents car at the bus stop

Then I go to the soccer field where
I know everyone and fly over the turf

and when my team scores                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      
my game face turns into a smile           


By Zach
Berwick Academy, South Berwick, Maine USA










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I know how the wheel spins on
my bike to get velocity and
speed off big dirt jumps,

I know how the shocks on my
bike absorb and how they compress in a subtle
motion,

And how the tiniest bolts
and screws stick together and
form an amazing such as a bike


By Adam
Berwick Academy, South Berwick, Maine, USA


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Camping


I know the sound of the magpie warbling in the trees to
mark the beginning of a brand new and exciting day.

I know how the trees rush past our full car as
we make our way to a new place to stay.

How the red dust clings to everything after
a long drive along dirt tracks.

I know how the site of a new place lights up
the face of the people around you,

then brought down when you realise you have to
set up camp before you can start exploring.

I know how the trailer never seems to
be set up quick enough when there is

an urge to go and explore, like the
shrubs and dry dirt are telling you to hurry.

The feeling of an old tattered second hand book,
we read as the sky is blood red and and dusk dawning.

I know the feeling of the warmth the fire blowing
on my face as we cook marshmallows.




By Melissa, Darwin Middle School, Darwin, Australia
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