Arrow Online 2025 Post #1

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

 

     

 

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