R J FISHER SCHOOL, Los Gatos-8th Grade
JASON COMSTOCK
Hills of Los Gatos
Hills of Los Gatos
Some small, some big, and some tall
But always lovely
DEMI CHANG
Vasona Lake
Shimmering pale blue
The water ripples lightly
Holding mysteries
RIDER CAPLAIN
Rain
It rains in the town
The clouds block out the sunlight
While thunder comes near
The House
The rooms not dusted
The pipes never to be fixed
The house never owned
Strangers
On the public bus
In the seat just behind me
Someone’s watching me
ANTHONY MAGANA
#1
A small gentle breeze
Accompanied by sunlight
A new morning starts
#2
Strokes on a guitar
Relaxing melodies heard
Songs to soothe others
#3
Trees sway in the breeze
Nature seems to be at ease
This is a calm day
KELLOGG ATKINSON
Birds chirp in the trees
Town that has a pleasant breeze
Kids bike as they please
ADDIE FILUK
Parks
Dogs off their leashes
Children screaming and playing
A place to have fun
SARAH NEHEMIAH
Guardian
Tall Peaks grace this town
Rise above to protect
The life below them
GIULIANA MCLEAN
Los Gatos Haiku
Los Gatos sunrise
Beautiful in the crisp air
Red, pink, green, blue, gold
BRUCE FILUK
Haiku
The mountaintops glow
As the sun shines on their peaks
Above Los Gatos
GUSTAF SODERSTROM
Peaceful
Peaceful swans swimming
Interrupted by a ripple
Fly away with grace
GABBY ROTHSCHILD
Home
Memories of youth
Lurk in all corners and streets
Of my childhood
CLAIRE STRICKLAND
Haiku
Dripping and drumming
Rain dancing on the rooftops
Los Gatos springtime
JENNA IAROCCI
Los Gatos Haiku
Falling leaves from trees
Children learning to ride bikes
Not too hot or cold
SARAH MA
Genuinity.
Lost under layers and layers
Of fear, mock, and skin
EMMA CASEY
Horse
Hock, fetlock, withers
Moving together as one
The perfect machine
LIAM BINELL
Haiku
Fire burns brightly
Its flames dance like the water
On a sandy shore
KRISTA JOHNSON
The Beach
Waves splash, whirl and foam
Shells of many sizes lay
Sand between my toes
CHLOE LOOMER
Mirror Image
The person in the
Glass won’t e the same you see
When you look closely.
KEATON JONES
A Cherished Blossom
The cherry blossom
Floated to the ground in peace
Its life then complete
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MORE HAIKU-ISH: FROM R J FISHER SCHOOL, Los Gatos
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RUTH MURAI
Yellow and white,
The colors of daisies
The colors of Los Gatos
Force me to write
For a grade, so I do
But the words have no meaning
DANA JACO
I hate that
I don‚t hate you, it‚s time
To forget you.
I admired you,
People warned me, I didn‚t listen
Wish I had
LAUREN KEISER
A ray of sunlight
Over the Silicon Valley
An unwritten symphony
Majestic wave
Crashing down
Over the sands of time
A face lost in a crowd
One you‚ve seen before
Déjà Vu
ERIN CHESSIN
Dreams
Pictures in your mind
Sweet or haunting images
Ended once awake
Cat at Night
Ninjas of the house
Eyes like lanterns in blackness
Morning is their night
LAUREL RINEHART
I see your lips
Damaging my reputation
Beauty that destroys.
Order, structured
They call this Heaven, I know better
This is Hell.
TOMMY GARLAND
Math
Algebra is dumb
Letters and numbers don‚t mix
Graphing is the worst
KATIE STAFFORD
Silent Creek
Trickled over my toes
Has been exposed
By the baking sun.
MARY MCCLELLAND
I breathe the air
I feel the wind, it feels earie
I look up and run
CHRISTINA BRIONES
Waves against the sand
Waves different shades of blue
During the summer
All the different colors
Red, orange, blue and purple
Blooming in the spring
Warm weather today
The sun comes down on my face
Outside during the summer
MAYUKI SASAGAWA
A tidal wave
Towers over the heavens
A wave of terror
The sun rises
Shooting out bright rays
Warming the earth
The world transforms
Into a red planet
Into mars
RILEY BERNAT
You hold me tight
through the sadness
With you I am safe
That wicked, cruel face
Crawling down the stairs towards me
My time is now up
MELISSA SEARLE
Addiction
Waiting by the phone
For my ears to hear a message
Waiting, just waiting
ANDREW SUESS
Imagination
A canvas for my ideas
Never ending bliss
MIA GILBERT
Old Santa Cruz Highway
curves shadows bend in the road
elegant in many ways
AIDEN YOUNG
Smells are in the air
Satisfaction everywhere
Hunger disappears
RACHEL MCGILL
It never sleeps
It never stops beating
It‚s the heart of Silicon Valley
LAILA SATHE
Flowers bloom
The valley alive again
Awake from winter asleep
The warm sunshine
Spills across my pale skin
Only to be darkened
ALEX GRIMES
Heavy eyelids
Try not to fall asleep
Fight the slumber
KIRA BARSTEN
A Monday morning
Sun is up and in your eyes
Pull the sheets over
LAUREN SCHROTER
Stream sounds
In the water rocks crash
All is moving
OLIVIA WOODFORD-BERRY
Light mist of morning
Floats over the water
Yet the sun must rise
CONNOR MCGRATH
I am so hungry
And I don‚t know why
Wait, did I have lunch?
AUSTIN LEE
The blossom flower grows
A speckle of light appears
It’s hope
The dove sings
With the carols of life
It’s happiness
Glistening sea frozen with life
Shining moon covered with ice
They’re dreams
KADEN BOHN
The Biker
A biker flying
Flying down the street
Hoping not to meet the car
CHASE BUNCE
Mist steams off Lexington
In its unbreakable grasps
The lake is a prisoner
DYLAN GOLDBERG
Carlos Santanna
plays guitar like a god
He is indeed a god
LEWIS FOWLER
A translucent mist
Rolls over the quaint valley;
Middle of winter.
What went wrong?
To make this thing so?
The answer is me.
JOHN PARSONS
As the silence falls over the land
The waves roll on
Bursting the calm of night
KRISTINA MATYSIK
Distasteful people
Express this false emotion
Is there no love here?
MACKENZIE JACKSON
Your hand cramps
As your solid brain is melts
Essays, they are hard.
KENNETH NEWBERRY
Mountains touch the sky
Beautiful grass on the ground
This is Santa Clara Valley
RYLEE COMEAU
The stars show no fear
Dream through the silence
Nothing is wrong
HANNA EBERLE
Rushing water
Flowing down past my feet
Smells new and fresh
HENRY TUCKFIELD
Nowhere else to go
A modern-day warrior
Serving our country
MAXIM ANAYA
Trees are red-orange
Maple leaves fly down
While the world sleeps
The river sings
A melody. Nature’s present,
Streams downhill.
AARON WOLF
Very obese cat
Eats a big watermelon
She is more fat now
CONNOR SMYERS
Using a pencil
One can create great beauty
Or destroy it
JUSTIN BRYAN
Sharp green swords
Freshly fallen scent of hope
Walk in the pine forest
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