Welcome to the 2025 Arrow Online. So excited to share some incredible art & writing from Hackley’s middle schooler students!
We’ll get started with a selection of visual art by our 5th – 8th graders and poems by 5th & 6th graders.
Stay tuned as over the last couple weeks of this 2024-25 school year, we will share so much more middle schoolers’ visual arts and writing.
Enjoy!
Ali B. ’29
Ian Z. ’30
Fiona Y. ‘31
Megan W. ’31
Recycling Bin
By Theodore B. ’32
I can’t believe the trash gets
ALL THE FOOD.
I DON’T DESERVE SMALL PLASTIC CANS.
I DON’T DESERVE MERE GLASS.
I DON’T DESERVE ALL THE CARDBOARD.
HE GETS ALL THE FOOD!
IT’S NOT FAIR
I need better food.
If I could talk
I would tell the humans
BUY MORE PAPER!
Wait,
But then the trash will still have more food!
So, what should I do?
How To Write A Poem
By: Isabelle M. ’32
Many people wonder how to write a poem.
It is very simple. I can show you how
just come on now
The first step is to get a pencil;
next you have to think!
Then, find something to write about.
Find something that really expresses how you feel
(even if you write about an eel).
Next, write the poem; it could be long; it could be
short, but it doesn’t matter how long the poem is.
It only matters if you wrote it from your heart.
If you’re done,
you can read your poem and see what
you need to change. Then the last step is simple.
Just come up with a name!
Now you have written a poem,
it’s done and great,
now all you need to do is
show the world what you did create.
Candle Life
by: Anna M.
Candle wick
Engulfed in flames
Slowly crawling down
Melting all that’s in its path
Golden like a crown
Candle wax
Breaking free
Flowing down the stick
Dripping, shining, pearly drops
Transparent, warm, and slick
Candle light
Golden glow
Soft and happy gleam
Lighting up a dark, dark room
With just one little beam
Candle life
Short but sweet
Happy as can be
Shining joyfully through age
Just hours, two or three
Sunset Pier
by: Isabelle M. ’32
Yellow, blue, pink and red,
Orange and purple,
In front of my head.
The waves are crashing, and
The seagulls are squawking,
I can smell the salty air,
I can feel the sand on my feet.
Looking at the
Sunset is really neat!
6 Ways of Seeing Waffles
By Tate W. ’31
1
Golden squares, warm and crisp.
Fresh from the waffle iron,
Waiting for syrup to fill the pockets.
2
Sticky fingers from too much syrup,
Drips across my plate,
A sweet treat I can’t resist.
3
The smell of butter and vanilla,
Spreading through the kitchen,
Smells like mornings.
4
A little crunch, then soft inside,
Crispy edges, soft middle
Perfect bite every time.
5
A blank canvas,
Choose your paint,
Strawberries, blueberries, chocolate chips
6
A plate of waffles, big or small,
Sweet, buttery, warm,
The best way to start the day.
Scribe Wanted!
by: Adam Y. ’31
Attention!
Scribe needed to replace former scribe Oga-Buga II. Must have at least 12 years of scribe schooling since childhood. Memorized at least 700 characters of cuneiform and knows how to write on papyrus/tablets. Job also includes having the skill to create pens out of sharpened reeds, wood/stone writing tablets, and papyrus “paper”. Helps to write fast and have a solid memory/understanding of writing aspects. Job work includes recording stable food supply and grain accounts. Government census and people count. Calculate taxes and military results. Scribe will be very respected in social structure and work with nobles. Benefits your understanding, life quality, and will be able to teach sons the art so they can profit too. Meet at Hammurabi Mahomes park near the honorary statue. Business has been around since 3000 B.C.E. 30 shekels per year.
Ways of Seeing Water
by: Aden C. ’31
1.Many different forms,
all different and unique.
2.Frozen, slippery, hard and cold like a frosty winter night.
Makes a frozen touch to a crisp winter morning.
3.Soft and cold to the touch. It lays lazily on top of the mountains in the winter, coating them with white paint,
leaving no trace of grass behind.
4.Evaporated, misty and smoky,
It flies into the sky eagerly joining forces with pure white cotton candy like substances hanging in the savory blue late
afternoon sky defying gravity.
5.The core of all the elements. liquid. it can be cool or hot.
Stretches across more than half of the earth coating the earth with a smooth dark blue color.
6.The savior, the hero on a hot day, freshly relieving you from The never ending summer.
7.The booming sight of the dark waves crash overhead forcefully knocking everything out of sight.
Cars, people, buildings, signs, all sweeped out of existence
8.The essential to survival, the mandatory magical blue liquid to bring all things to life.
Fire
by: Erik M. ’31
It warms like a mini sun
to keep you nice and comfy
making sure that it’s doing its job.
Don’t anger it with oxygen.
Then you’ll feel its wrath.
If you do, don’t throw a fit.
Pour some water over it.
It’s a cooker,
heating up the food,
making sure that you have a good meal.
It’s the middle of the campfire
toasting the marshmallows
listening to our stories
while silently keeping us warm.
It’s a trap
waiting for somebody to come close.
The touch of it is loud,
a ringing pain in your head.
We sit next to the fireplace only on freezing days
only when the sun cannot help us.
It’s a lightbulb that helps you find your way
the only difference is it keeps you warm along the way.
When it finds the trees it’s like a devilish monster.
The sight of it is booming,
eating everything it sees
only to be left as black dust
It ignites the wood, its partner
like braces to teeth:
Batman and Robin side by side
It’s like a plague if it gets too big
taking everything it sees.
My Dog Chanel
by: Amora E. ’31
Don’t be fooled by her angelic face.
This tiny loaf of bread can be mischievous,
chewing through socks of all shapes and sizes.
This ball of fluff terrorizes the house.,
She’s so soft like a pillow,
white like freshly-laid snow.
She blends into the winter wonderland
with two beady eyes like black coal.
A master of licks
who greets the whole world with a jump and a yip.
Her bite is as big as her bark..
When she runs
the smokey sight of her
is as beautiful as the sun –
my favorite, Chanel.
Ode to Paint
by: Amelia M. ’31
Paint.
One stroke
Can change
Everything.
One brush
One bucket
One wall
One canvas
Can change
A person.
Upon a wall
Or on a
Canvas
Always watching
Always seeing
The ways of life
But never being
Less than a
Speck on a wall
Can be
As vibrant
As a summer
Sun set
As pale
As a fresh
Coat of snow
Changing the world
One stroke
At a time
Hudson S. ’32
Tristan S. ’30
Maggie S. ’31
Anna S. ’32