Caren Krutsinger Poet Prose Poetry

We Are the Eighth Graders

We are the eighth graders the mighty mighty eighth graders
Their mantra is loud and confident, a battle cry.
They sound proud and ready to face the day.
They are gathering a crowd of eight graders now.

They are an excited, jubilant happy mob.
We are the eight graders, the mighty mighty EIGHTH GRADERS!
Their first day in high school, and they are psyching themselves up.
Before they enter the high school as freshman, the bottom of the rung.

Suspecting they are going to be beaten down, put down, pushed down
Cranked, pranked, and possibly spanked by last year’s eighth graders.
They have older siblings, so they have been warned.
They march in as a mob, expecting the worst.

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Eve Roper May 24, 2021 at 10:01 PM hey lady, sorry I haven't been around.. space case here, but here I am. This is so good, my son still talks about how they Aniciate the freshman. My granddaughter was different, they cheered her on because she is an A's softball player. Caren Krutsinger May 25, 2021 at 6:37 AM They like to show them who the "bosses" are.

L Milton Hankins May 24, 2021 at 1:57 PM Ah, so true! Caren Krutsinger May 25, 2021 at 6:38 AM I am so "in school mode" now and three weeks we will be finished - out on June 11th at noon.