Grey Clouds Fill The Heavens- Adrienne

Grey Clouds Fill The Heavens

The clear blue sky whistles with a cool breeze. I looked up as the grey clouds slowly filled the heavens . A freezingly cold mist came and made it uncomfortable to sit around outside anymore. I got up and looked around a little bit. The leaves crinkled after each step I took with my bare feet. I turned my head and saw a young deer run across my path. I kept walking even though there were flies flying around my head and buzzing in my ears.


The bare trees were covered in moss with spiders delicately weaving their webs in between the small limbs. The sun shone brightly above my head almost blinding me, but I kept going. I could smell the cold, it was piercing, but highly refreshing and reminded me of happiness.


As I walked I slowly realized that I was being pulled into a void. In front of me there was simply black. I woke up from my trance and turned around to run. The force was way too strong for me to refuse. My body was slowly pulled into the hole as my vision turned black.

Observational Piece

As I settle myself on my bed, the springs underneath me creek. The first thing I hear is the flowing wind. It howls, shaking the bare trees outside my windows. The next moment, they are thrown to one side and spun around. The last remaining leaves are hanging by a thread on the tips of the trees fall, going down to the ground. The sun is sinking in the sky, a very pretty color. I turn my gaze into my room. The Christmas lights reflect off of the wall, mixing all of the different shades. As the sun get darker, the lights in my room get brighter. Through the walls, I can hear the clanking and banging of unwashed dishes being washed. My brother goes in and out of his room, thinking that no one knows that he is taking snacks from the kitchen. For some reason, I smell flowers. I sniff once more, but I don’t know where it is coming from. A dog is yapping from far away. My dog walks into the room, jumping on my bed. He starts to lick my hand, I am not supposed to move from my spot.  The fuzzy blanket on my legs makes me feel very warm, cozy and content.


Then, I hear the front door gently close as my grandfather leaves. The stomping of his feet go down the stairs, fading with every step. A car doors opens and closes and I hear the loud car engine roar to life. He drives down our long driveway and he is out of sight.My mind starts to go elsewhere. The pricing ring from the phone shocks me back to reality. I urge to get it, but I can not move. My mother yells from upstairs  at my brother to get it, but he just moans and does move from his spot in front of his laptop. I want to see if it is my friend, but it just goes to voicemail. I sigh. As I close my eyes again, I smell delicious chocolate. The thought strikes me and I wonder why I smell chocolate.Then I remember all of the little stashes hidden in my room. Just thinking about the yummy food makes my mouth water. I crave it, yet cannot get it.


I move my legs. That was a big mistake. I feel an itch coming on, right in the middle of my cast! I drives me crazy that I ca not get to it. I shake my whole leg, hoping it will go away. I doesn’t! I try to stay still and wait for it to pass, but just stays put. I also try to stick my hand down my stiff cast, but the cast is too tight. After what seems like forever, it goes away. “Phew!” I think. I move my eyes a little and see that time is up. I stretch and feel calm and relaxed as I start to crawl toward some chocolate.


Observation Writing

I am relaxed, it is so silent that I can hear my own heartbeat. I look around and I see the light showing the dust particles in front of me. They move slowly in the air, and elegantly dance around me. I hear light snores coming from my sleepy dog. I take a breath in, and I smell the crisp smell scent from outside. I focus back inside. I feel the soft couch around me. I hear dogs bark, which wakes up my dog. She paces around the couch and me. Her tiny feet make small echo around the room. They make me laugh.


I look outside the foggy window. I see leaves falling from trees, they are a mix of  colors. Red, brown, and orange. They fall elegantly with the wind and crinkle when they hit the to the ground. I hear the stream outside of the window. It is  gurgling it is quietly, and it sounds peaceful.

My eyes start to feel droopy. To my right ear I hear motorcycles pass, they are loud and once again wake my dog. Behind me, down the hallway, I hear my brother and grandmother talking with giggles, then it stops. I feel my clothes cling to me, and I feel a shock of coldness up my spine.  I look next to me, a big fuzzy blanket. I curl up in it, and I feel warm. I fall asleep.

Thanksgiving Observation (with a twist)

I exit my bedroom and stumble downstairs. I go through the kitchen where my mother has already prepped other foods the previous day. My new pajamas are big and soft on my skin. I settle on the couch where things have already been moved around to accommodate the tables and chairs we rented for the twenty people that would be arriving around three o’clock.


Smells of vegetables, corn bread and latkes are wafted through the air.


The sounds of The Boy In The Striped Pajamas exit the earbuds into my ear as the little German boy, Bruno, sits, separated by an electric fence across from Shmuel, a Jewish boy in a camp. Tears well in my eyes all throughout the movie as my mom  and dad attempt to prepare our twenty eight pound turkey.


Soon, I find myself mushing smooth Sculpey through my hands, creating a tiny snow man with sharp tools, as my brother and sister sit beside me, combining different colors and creating who knows what. But still, I sit and become oblivious to my surroundings, only focusing on the parade on the tv, and my little Sculpey snowman with a santa hat on his head and a red scarf around his neck.


Lots of people march by on the tv screen. Some of them are carrying strings attached to a big balloon Snoopy and Woodstock. Others are waving to the crowd from a float, as Free Willy the whale is in mid jump behind them.


The day goes by and I walk around the house, bored. I change into my dress, black and see through and very lacey. I pair it with black tights, a black camisole, black flats and a vibrant blue cardigan. People begin to arrive and before I know it, everyone is sitting at the beautifully decorated table,


Plates piled with turkey, mashed potatoes, cranberry sauce, latkes, sweet potato casserole, corn bread and vegetables. The adults all have a glass of some sort of liquor in their hands.


But, all good things must come to an end, and this end came too soon. Everyone has gone accept my aunt, my uncle, his girlfriend and my grandpa. This is when we were giving unnecessary, but much appreciated, chanukah presents.


As I gently removed the pretty, wintery wrapping paper, and opened the box, I saw, a sleek, small, blue karaoke machine.


I run my hand over the top of it and smile.


Just as I lean over to give hugs, things started to swirl in my head. I saw a bright white

light. I sunk through the couch cushions. My memory became foggy.


All of a sudden I woke up. I sat up in bed, but, it wasn’t my bed. I was in a small room painted pale green, sitting on a small cot with an itchy blanket that smelled of mothballs. I looked around. A dull gray material was draped over my body.


I lay back and closed my eyes, trying to wake up. I rubbed my eyes and sat up again. I was still in the room. Now there was a figure standing in a doorway I hadn’t noticed. I sat still, hoping the dull light would conceal me. It was no such luck as the figure came towards me.


He reached out to stroke the side of my face. I slapped his hand away and then my head hit the thin pillow. My brain felt like mush. My eyes couldn’t come to focus as the surroundings swirled around me. I rose through the couch in my living room. My family was beside me. Everyone was staring. I looked down at my body. The gray drape began to disintegrate and I was left with my black lace dress I had been wearing before. I rose from the couch, climbed the stairs and laid on my bed, trying to figure out what had just happened.

Observation Post – Petra

Room Poem

A fan is making soft noises while an air purifier is making the air thinner

The smell of toasted marshmallows getting a golden crisp middle while burning the edges

Hearing a loud screechy laugh behind the wall

Spongebob is on like usually

The sound of my keys typing non-stop like, little people stomping on my computer

Spongebob is not as loud anymore

Katie is practicing her gymnastics splits in the middle of the floor

She threw a shoe at me because I was typing too loud

The colorful art work all over the walls makes everything else seem so dull

Gymnastic trophies on her shelves

They’re really….. small shelves

Laying on the bed relaxing doing the homework

Velvet blue and scrunched pillows soft against my back

The bed is covered with rough circular stitches and soft fuzzy blankets

The blue, pink, and green punch candy cane aftertaste is sweet but sour settling in my mouth

White and purple christmas lights brighten the whole room with beautiful spots

Foot steps going down the stairs with keys jangling up and down in a pocket

A cherry lip balm was spreading its sweet smell all over the room

Simple pop music is quiet but still audible

Barely a sound of Spongebob

A rainbow colored lamp is brighter than ever in my face

The candles in the room are smokey

The walls are dull but the creatively shaped shelves in squares make the room look so unique

On each and every shelf is some type of hair accessory

I find it funny because she has a bob, a fashionable bob, but still a bob

The cute big eyed unicorn stuffed animals have big heads but small bodies

A big fall orange leaf balloon with wrinkles on each point of each leaf is floating in the corner

A halloween glass set is sitting on mini table

Whenever I see it all I can do is want to change it……. It’s almost christmas

The more I go in her room the more I think she should update her season room theme

Cute Black kitty ears swinging on her movable lamp from halloween

The colorful lamp shades are burning hot

A desk filled with pencils, markers, crayons, stamps, stickers and all the art you could imagine

The only thing she doesn’t have is printer but yet has so many printed pictures

For an eleven year old her room is great

The whole room is one fuzzy pop out picture

With no sound of Spongebob

Observation Post – Charlotte

Quite weather, cold weather, windy weather and refreshing weather.

The air was pleasant, thin, breezy and clean.

Different shades of dark colors shone throughout the sky.

I saw  bare trees and bright colorful delicate leaves.

Cries and yells caught my attention.

High pitched voices were coming from across the bumpy street

A family across the street hung up beautiful bright shining lights,

Crystal clear deer, and,

Striped, red and white crunchy candies.

Loud laughs and giggles kept playing in my head over and over.



I see my neighbors shiny minivan back up their driveway and away they went.

I slowly turned my head and waved goodbye

Where are they off to now?

I wondered.

Zooooom noises were coming from above me.

The zooooom sounds were lost in the gray wondrous foggy sky

So were the sounds of sweet tweets and squawking screeches.

Most of the sounds I heard were coming from pounding tools smashing against the roof of peoples houses.

Many people were working on their houses that day.

Lots of different noises bounced in my head.

What did I taste?


I tasted bitter cold.

My face felt bright red from the below freezing weather.

The cold covered me in goosebumps and turned my nose bright red like Rudolph.

The soft whistling wind sang throughout the day.

Ow! I cried out.

Suddenly my head started to hurt.

I could feel my headache getting worse each minute

My fingertips finished my last sentence and I gracefully shut my computer.

I slowly maneuvered toward the door and opened it.

I got in, and the pain followed.

My Observation Post

Life is Like a Restaurant

By Ava Fisherman

Tables are smooth, with little rough edges where kids have used their fingernails to scrape at the clear furnish

Roars of crowds watching football games go up and die down, filling your ears with rough loudness, that some people enjoy

Little children chitter and chatter like birds at the next table, filling you with either life, or annoyance, as do many other things in life

Alcohol fills your nose, making the air hard to breath for its raw scent

Sound familiar?

So many situations bring you back to what you feel regularly

Embarrassment makes it’s way to your cheeks, turning them pink and making you choke, like the retching smell of a poisoned drink

Laughter has a similar effect as yelling crowds –

You will think it’s utterly obnoxious, or you will join in and have fun with the rest

Little things pop up in everyone’s life,

They make you joyous or frustrated, like little children pounding on the table next to you, laughing hysterically, or quietly scribbling

My point is, that life can have similarities to everything in them

You just have to see them


Observation – Paavo

The Sun

not son


The Sun,

it burns my eyes

it’s so bright.

The grass,

is soft.

As I run my hand

through it,

my hand tingles.

The smell of water

in the air

smellier than usual.

In the background,

the trees are

so brown and melancholy

the leaves left them

along time ago

is it cold for them

or are they just,


I thought

the air seemed lighter than normal.

I thought, the water smell would make the air


I get up from the bench.

Walk for another minute,

after the minute has passed,

I reach the end of the path.

The air,

is so different.

The breeze turned into wind.

It is colder.

The air is, heavier,

how did it change so much,

in that little time?

I thought this walk was so,



Observation – Alexander

Rebecca’s recital is coming up

mom and dad are making me go

my day is going quite very slow

some awful smell of gasoline

the sound of the tv

goes on and on like history.


Now it’s time to go

all the way to Rebecca’s show

no no I’ll shed a tear

all I hear is, “Oh well my dear”

the drive is going on and on

it’s so very boring,

I wish I could play a game

or watch t.v.

maybe even do my homework

just not this

I don’t want to see the show.


I look through the car door window

I see a tree,

a bird,

a bee,

I see them all but they don’t see me.


We finally arrive

I open the car door,

it slams behind me

I hear the wind,

I see the sun,

all I want to do is run

the show will soon start

time to take my seat.

A women comes up and sits next to me

she smells like flowers

and honey

plus other sweet objects

blended into a potion gone wrong

I hear mothers, I hear fathers

I hear them say,

“What a marvelous day

to hear our children sing”

others like me

are playing video games

bam bam pew pew

“I win, rematch”

I see my sister peeking from behind the curtain

I roll my eyes

and slowly sigh

after what seems like forever the show has finally began,

but my story is only

half way done!


Observation Poem – Hannah

I enter the restaurant with an empty stomach and my mind set on Quesadillas

Two ladies sit at a table near mine

I can hear a man at another table talking loudly

I can’t understand his words

People sit at the bar

There are two women who turn slowly and begin talking

A man sits with his head low, sipping his drink slowly

People move in and out of the kitchen carrying food that smells like happiness

All the voices mumble until I choose one and zone in on it

The voices make me feel confined while they surround me

My food comes smelling like heaven and warming me

I savor every piece I taste

I eat the small slices first saving the big ones for last

The two girls talk like they haven’t seen each other in a while

They catch up on all the details of their lives

They look closely at their food as they eat

A couple, a man and woman, arrive

Sitting diagonally from each other

The movement from the kitchen stays consistent

They move in and out, some move fast and others look determined to get to the destination

The people at the bar still chatter and the girls still talk as I leave the restaurant

My belly full and my heart happy

I feel fantabulous