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Schools Last Updated: May 9, 2012 - 10:27:23 AM


Poetry with Sam Gutshall
By Ansley Blom and Anna Grace Greenho
Apr 25, 2012 - 9:52:15 AM

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“Poetry Out Loud”—isn’t that how poetry should be presented? Yes, but it is also a nation-wide competition for high school students to perform poetry, and that is just what Sam Gutshall does. Sam is currently a senior at Bishop England High School and South Carolina’s representative for the “Poetry Out Loud” competition. He will perform at the national competition in Washington D.C. early next month. He was kind enough to stop by and chat with Mrs. Arman’s sixth grade ELA class on April 3.

From his humorous attitude to his flawless presentation, Sam succeeded in captivating his 12-year old audience. All eyes were on him as he performed classic poetry by Dorothy Wordsworth and Dylan Thomas. He even helped the class write a group poem, which you will see below.

Sam encouraged students to take part in extra academic activities as they go through school, using his own experience as proof: “Poetry Out Loud has been an amazing experience, and I have gotten to achieve many goals I wouldn’t have been able to do on my own.” Indeed, Sam takes his passion for the arts very seriously and has participated in Bishop England’s annual musicals.

We feel very lucky to have had Sam visit our classroom and share his successes and wisdom with us and we wish him all the best for the future.

Dreams
By 6th graders and Sam Gutshall
As I sleep, dreams bug my brain
While counting sheep, the wolf comes
Terrorizing my mind, this happens always
Not to my liking, a sleepless night,
a midnight fright
All is well, my spirit arises
Entering a new world, filled with surprises
Awakening my soul, which is now clear
From the depth of the deep,
I awake from my sleep
Wrong is not all, as mourning creeps in
My dream is shattered, as light seeps in.
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