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-by Kelcey H., 8th Grade

It was then my eyes gazed upon a magnificent monument, all lit up under the night sky. I was swiped into history as I stood back to see. It hit me. This inner feeling that I cannot explain filled my stomach. It towered over us in its beauty and the message of freedom.

Above the statue, the monument states; “In this temple as in the hearts of the people for whom he saved the union the memory of Abraham Lincoln is enshrined forever.” All inside the walls of the Lincoln memorial.

Despite our fascinated faces, I could only pay attention to the words held inside. “Fourscore and seven years ago our fathers brought forth on this continent a new nation, conceived in liberty and dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal.” The powerful words out of one man’s mouth took me over as I found myself having to read every word on the wall. The speeches about freedom and justice made me feel like America is our home and our country.

To climb those stairs up to the monument seemed like a journey through time. Just to climb up to the top seemed to have the feeling of freedom. Faces lit up as people marveled over the statue of our former president. And even though I have already seen it years ago, I don’t think I was old enough to really understand how he effected America so greatly. To have a president full of ambition and fearlessness was what America needed to strive to move forward.

The statue itself is simply stunning and inspirational. Just by looking at it, sitting up high in its chair, shows the importance of this historical figure. The breathtaking view is absolutely incredible, but to actually experience seeing it yourself is much more rewarding.

Going to Washington broadened my understanding of how much has changed in America. And after going there I often find myself rethinking what had happened before our time.

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by Courtney D. – 8th Grade

What is a country
that has people travel to marvel
at the large stone buildings
that protect the leaders that
have led us into despair and war?

Is it taking pride in our accomplishments,
is it smiling at the power we pass,
or the feeling that that kind of thinking
is out of reach?

We have built walls to remember the brave.
We have built walls to remember the strong.
But have we built the most beautiful walls of all
to mask the mediocrity of our wilting leaders?

The brave soldiers get a slab of white stone;
The leaders who are responsible for those deaths
sit in a marble home
with all the riches of the world.

What is a country like this country?

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by Kaylee R. – 8th Grade

My classmates placing a wreath in front of the Tomb of the Unknown Soldiers.

My classmates placing a wreath in front of the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier.

 

“19, 20, 21, stop. Turn right, click shoes and count.”

A worn black mat under his shiny black shoes.

A sparkling wooden rifle over his shoulder.

 

Twenty-one seconds left,

Twenty-one seconds forward,

Twenty-one steps across the black mat.

 

Another soldier will take his place in the night.

But he will not be alone,

Three soldiers only known to God lie before him.

 

The white stone turned brown

In places shiny black shoes stood at attention.

Always guarded are the souls of the unknown.

 

Twenty-one seconds right,

Twenty-one seconds forward,

Twenty-one steps across the black mat.

 

The Sargent appears with a replacement,

But the soldier keeps walking.

Only when an other steps in with him will he lower his weapon.

 

Three soldiers only known to God lie before him.

Always guarded are the souls of the unknown.

Only when an other steps in with him will he lower his weapon.

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by Sam B. – 8th Grade

Free stuff abundant
The store in the food court
You want this? Bring guy,

give me twenty dollars,
you get this and this and this
you want this too? sure

black headphones first, then
glasses and laser pointer,
speakers and more for free,

switchblade comb, earbuds,
one kid gets an army helmet,
everyone screams

“That store, it’s all free!”
armies of kids exit
bulging blue bags in hand.

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