Gravestones by Chris Looking at the wheat, with the cool wind blowing over you standing in front of the dead, silence breaks the air with only the wind whistling in your ear then you hear screaming you start to have flash backs of memories of this person's grave with her sister next to her you think you are standing above the dead and below the heavens the silence breaks open because your friend is screaming and fooling around.	A Haiku by Greg hard cold colored rocks that stick out from the muddy ground like brightly painted books	Graveyard Lonely and sad, cold, sweet and sonorous. Dark and light, not a scent of light. Hard and old, where all is joy and happiness. Scared and frightened, wind of light shines on this stone all night.   Why are no people coming here?   Soft and light, old cracks and silence. Wishing, wishing to come back. They sleep in dust in the cold graves. Under me I feel it. I feel it in me. I want to be alive in the old days. The broken hearts of them and me.   (This poem was composed using actual words from the gravestone and arranged by Teaghan)
	Fishell by Forrester   A big rock. A big person? His name, Fishell.
Cemetery Trees by Lindsay tall trees, alone, still watching as they've always been, watching the graveyard		Haiku by Ben we know the size we know the weight but we don't know the importance now
	The Guard by Samantha Above the grounds of the dead , below the heavens, stands a tree with a warm hand on every tomb, where lie the most respected residents of Leverett.
White Stone by Mikko It stands out In the graveyard with two flags		Death by Jon Cold gray stones filled with death death in the graves. Cold gray stones filled with tears. Sadness, sadness and sorrow. Gloom, guilt, and revenge.
	Grey and Damp by Julian The rain falls The snow falls The earth is cold and misty Filled with terror and revenge The earth is filled with coldness and damp dark places people have never discovered Horrible, horrible places that people don't believe but are there And are there to haunt you For the rest of your life.
The 'A' by Noah it is an "A" it is small among the others it is alone		Ashley by Ashley I found my name standing by the dead resting quietly with her husband.   I found my name so still, so quiet while the winds blow she rests with her husband