By Kerese McPherson, Hellens Eugene, and Shuntel Warren
At Boyd H. Anderson High School we have a plethora of talented young authors, many who wish to have their work published, but don't know how to do so. Just submit your final draft via email to our Young Authors Staff.
In Mrs. Wetzel's IB English I class, the students were given an assignment to write an epitaph poem about the main character in The Story of an Hour by Kate Chopin. They were told to use any rhyme or free verse.
An epitaph poem is something that is written on a tombstone.
At Boyd H. Anderson High School we have a plethora of talented young authors, many who wish to have their work published, but don't know how to do so. Just submit your final draft via email to our Young Authors Staff.
In Mrs. Wetzel's IB English I class, the students were given an assignment to write an epitaph poem about the main character in The Story of an Hour by Kate Chopin. They were told to use any rhyme or free verse.
An epitaph poem is something that is written on a tombstone.
The Story of an Hour
By: Wendy Guardarama
After being told her husband died in a terrible tragedy,
She cried into her sister's consoling arms,
Then left to her room,
Feeling weakness crawling into her fragile soul-
She faced towards an open window,
She sat on a chair resting her head; she sobbed like a child-
Then she felt something coming after her; she tried to fight it-
Then she stopped fighting and gave in.
She realized she was finally free,
Everything seemed more clear now, knowing that her husband died
She was now looking forward to living,
She did love him at one point, or sometimes
She was better off without him
As she walked down the stairs the front door opened
There stood her unwanted husband
What a tremendous shock it gave her; the joy that kills!
By: Wendy Guardarama
After being told her husband died in a terrible tragedy,
She cried into her sister's consoling arms,
Then left to her room,
Feeling weakness crawling into her fragile soul-
She faced towards an open window,
She sat on a chair resting her head; she sobbed like a child-
Then she felt something coming after her; she tried to fight it-
Then she stopped fighting and gave in.
She realized she was finally free,
Everything seemed more clear now, knowing that her husband died
She was now looking forward to living,
She did love him at one point, or sometimes
She was better off without him
As she walked down the stairs the front door opened
There stood her unwanted husband
What a tremendous shock it gave her; the joy that kills!
Mrs. Mallard Epitaph Poem
By: Tyrese Powell
By: Tyrese Powell
Mrs. Mallard was afflicted by heart trouble,
She was told that her husband was in a crash,
She went in her room for an hour,
Her heart would turn to ash,
She and her husband were no longer a couple,
Importuned out of her room,
She sees her husband standing at the door,
You couldn't tell if she was happy or sad,
She died and fell to the floor,
She was properly groomed.
Epitaph Poem for Mrs. Mallard
By: Johanna Santil
Mrs. Mallard was afflicted with heart trouble ,
They didn't want to tell her that Brently died in a train rubble,
She went to her room and wept until into her soul freedom crept,
She felt a monsters joy.
She breathed a prayer that would be long,
No longer under his will; her husband was gone,
She came down the stairs and he opened the door,
The shock was too much- she died on the floor--
The doctor said she died of the joy that kills.
By: Johanna Santil
Mrs. Mallard was afflicted with heart trouble ,
They didn't want to tell her that Brently died in a train rubble,
She went to her room and wept until into her soul freedom crept,
She felt a monsters joy.
She breathed a prayer that would be long,
No longer under his will; her husband was gone,
She came down the stairs and he opened the door,
The shock was too much- she died on the floor--
The doctor said she died of the joy that kills.
In Dr. Mullings' classes, the students were given an assignment to write about the teacher that they admire the most and why they admired that particular teacher.
The Teacher I Admire Most
By: Widney Rolle
Having a teacher is one thing, but having a teacher who cares about the education of his students is another. One of my teachers, whom I admire most, is an outstanding, intelligent, unique and, loyal person. His name is Mr. Howard. His attitude towards our education, his concern for us to strive for excellence, and the effort he puts into his work are all the things that makes him so special and so great.
Unlike most teachers, he walks around the classroom and asks his students if they understand the work or if they are "good." He also teaches in away that we can understand the work better. He gives us the freedom to express ourselves inside the classroom. He shows pride in his in his work as well as the love he has for his students. We are his main concern and he always makes sure we get our work done. He has respect for his students and it's only fair that we give it back.
This is why I choose Mr. Howard as a teacher I admire most.
By: Widney Rolle
Having a teacher is one thing, but having a teacher who cares about the education of his students is another. One of my teachers, whom I admire most, is an outstanding, intelligent, unique and, loyal person. His name is Mr. Howard. His attitude towards our education, his concern for us to strive for excellence, and the effort he puts into his work are all the things that makes him so special and so great.
Unlike most teachers, he walks around the classroom and asks his students if they understand the work or if they are "good." He also teaches in away that we can understand the work better. He gives us the freedom to express ourselves inside the classroom. He shows pride in his in his work as well as the love he has for his students. We are his main concern and he always makes sure we get our work done. He has respect for his students and it's only fair that we give it back.
This is why I choose Mr. Howard as a teacher I admire most.
Whomever is interested in having their poems or essays published can email Kerese McPherson at [email protected]. Remember, all submissions must be final drafts that are ready for publication.