Tag: Mary Kate Canavan

Mary Kate Canavan’s 9th Grade Honors Class Poem Series- Kenneth Wheeler

Posted on by Joey Ciaramitaro

Art isn’t just painting.  There are many ways people create and here I’d like to share some of the poems that Mary Kate Canavan sent in from her GHS 9th Grade Honors Class.

Kenneth Wheeler

Gloucester glooms
Peninsula like a cocoon
Fish drying, the smell of business
Seagulls squawk, church bells you can’t possibly miss
Hardworking citizens, but not all quite exactly equal at heart
Born elsewhere, but brought back soon right after, not to again depart
Watched as he left out the door, assured he would return again
Swiftly taken away against my will by dreadful, unfaithful men
Standing tall, with stance shaped like a C
Laid back’s the way to be
Fluctuating weather is unpredictable
Gloucester’s like copper; it’s easily conductible

~ Kenneth Wheeler

Mary Kate Canavan’s 9th Grade Honors Class Poem Series- Matt Lane

Posted on by Joey Ciaramitaro

Art isn’t just painting.  There are many ways people create and here I’d like to share some of the poems that Mary Kate Canavan sent in from her GHS 9th Grade Honors Class.

Matt Lane

Gloucester fishing
Waves crashing waves thrashing
Fishy fresh salty and crisp
Gusts of wind blowing right in
Strange woman who takes her dog to look for rocks
Catching a blue fish wanting an hour on the clock
Waiting for that fish to come in, starting to grin
Giving up is never a win
Lightning, thunder, windy rain
Come to Gloucester and feel the pain
~ Matt Lane

Mary Kate Canavan’s 9th Grade Honors Class Poem Series-Kacie Quinn

Posted on by Joey Ciaramitaro

Art isn’t just painting.  There are many ways people create and here I’d like to share some of the poems that Mary Kate Canavan sent in from her GHS 9th Grade Honors Class.

Kacie Quinn

Gloucester crashes
Horizon a glass bottle
Sour scent of fish and pizza
Seagulls cawing; familiar greetings; the sea breeze whistles
Eccentric sorts with carrying personalities; not one just like another
Little sister comes home. I am diagnosed with middle child syndrome
Dog comes into house. She pees on the floor
Trapped in school overnight. No way out. Plus monster.
Huge glasses; tight Just Keep Dancing sweatshirt; carries pencil
If you don’t imagine, nothing happens
Breeze changes with the seasons.
Ocean splashes, crashing violently against rocks.
~Kacie Quinn

Mary Kate Canavan’s 9th Grade Honors Class Poem Series-Samatha Russell

Posted on by Joey Ciaramitaro

Art isn’t just painting.  There are many ways people create and here I’d like to share some of the poems that Mary Kate Canavan sent in from her GHS 9th Grade Honors Class.

Samatha Russell

Gloucester breeze
Island, surrounded by sea
smell of fish, taste of salt.
Waves crashing along the beach, oblivious seagulls screech.
On a summers day, all the kids come out to play.
“Almost there”! We both say, paddling to the greasy pole, each day.
Tired and breathless, we climb the ladder, we made it, laughter.
Friends and family aboard the ship, sailing away, I’m left.
Strong and happy, full of life and love.
Dream hard, work hard, live easy.
Smiles from the sun.
Gloucester Breeze

~ Samatha Russell

 

Mary Kate Canavan’s 9th Grade Honors Class Poem Series- Autumn Zubricki

Posted on by Joey Ciaramitaro

Art isn’t just painting.  There are many ways people create and here I’d like to share some of the poems that Mary Kate Canavan sent in from her GHS 9th Grade Honors Class.

Autumn Zubricki

Gloucester fishes
Scenery like a postcard
Fresh lobster with salty air
Old timers with tales of their childhood and the olden days
Searching for sea shells; Building pretty sand castles; Swimming in the waves
Moving on to high school; hoping I can find my way around
Running, searching, standing alone, no one can be found anywhere
Weathered skin from the sun; cooking something perfect
Check your heart, then go decide
Giant waves crashing down
Gloucester tells of a place far better than on a postcard

~Autumn Zubricki

Mary Kate Canavan’s 9th Grade Honors Class Poem Series- Anna Gray

Posted on by Joey Ciaramitaro

Art isn’t just painting.  There are many ways people create and here I’d like to share some of the poems that Mary Kate Canavan sent in from her GHS 9th Grade Honors Class.

Mary Kate writes-

I found it!!! Hey Paul & Joey – sorry for the late response…I actually found the art rock last Saturday evening and have been busy trying to deliver a proper ‘Thank you’ to you both. I have been watching all summer and coveting each and every rock that has been found…and now I am the proud owner of one!!!!
I am a teacher at Gloucester High and we were just talking about oral history and how important it is in our culture. My 9th grade Honors class worked on poems and I wanted to share some with you. Joey – please know how much your efforts inspire and motivate those in our fair city. Paul – my student’s were teasing me, they could not believe how excited I was for finding this beautiful piece of art work! I am so blessed to look at the Paint Factory every day and now this rock will travel with me and the story with it. Thank you!
Okay, so here are some of the poems – I am not sure how much room you have to share but they were all inspired by both of you!

Anna Gray-

Gloucester sails
The shoreline like memories
Salty breezes float through lace stars
White waves collapse against the seaweed-sheltered rocks
Shadows of innocent children and their ignorant, naïve minds amble
Tragedies new and aged, reminiscing of the past, tears fall glaringly, leisurely
Generation of the young commence to lose their once high, amorous faith
Walk on a vacant path with no end, ceaselessly falling
White and sapphire draped over her judicious head
Loneliness is the most terrible poverty
Snow melting into sun
Cherished and forever known.

I’ll be featuring poems by Autumn Zubricki, Samatha Russell, Kacie Quinn, Matt Lane and Kenneth Wheeler each day this week at 3PM