A Harry Potter Poem

I am brooms flying through the air.
I am Hogwarts, the school for wizards.
I am Quirrell fighting a troll,
And I am Voldemort trying to get the Sorcerer's Stone.
I am Hagrid looking for a unicorn.
And I am Harry, catching the golden snitch.

                                                            John N.
 

First Words On William

I couldn't live like that,
Watching Mrs. Phillips about to leave me,
Trying to save her and make her big again,
Walking through a spooky forest,
Battling an evil wizard.

I couldn't shrink to a tiny size,
And live without my family,
And live a new life in a castle,
And feel I'd never grow to my normal size.

I couldn't meet a fierce wizard,
And try to defeat him for my life,
And battle evil Alastor,
And think I'd never get the other half of the token
- My journey

                                                            Emily N.
 

Jealousy

Jealousy is the color black between two friends.
It is the bitter taste of an orange peel.
Jealousy smells like a wet cut being opened;
It looks like the love of two friends fading
      away in the darkness.
Jealousy is the piercing sound of an innocent
      woman screaming.
Jealousy feels like an icy-cold hand creeping up your back,
      watching your every step.

                                                        Alana L.