Evidence

I walk through the woods
With the wind gently blowing
It is peaceful here

Chocolate,
Squishing under my feet,
Hmmm,
Who did this?
Little crumbs,
Leading to the kitchen,
Chair against the cupboard,
Hmmm,
I think I figured it out,
Little fingerprints,
Too small for mine,
There she stands fist in the jar,
I caught her red handed

She stood up from her hard seat at the table and walked up to the bench. She swore to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, but something in her kept saying, “Lie! You’ll get him in trouble!

She leaves the room, startled by you standing at the door; she didn’t want you to be there although you don’t know why. The look in her eyes tells you not to go into the room, never go in there, so you don’t. As you peer into the room which you must not enter, she begins to pull you away before you can see anything within the room that she wouldn’t want you to see.

A speck of blood,
A fingerprint,
One tiny hair,

Evidence can catch you,
Anytime, anywhere.

Sometimes it’s hidden,
Obscure,
Or covered up,

The police will keep on looking,
They’ll never give up.

You could be the murderer,
The thief,
Or liar,

No matter how serious,
You’re caught up in a fire.

You better run,
You better hide,
They’re coming to get you,

Evidence

By Emma Seaver
Hartford Memorial Middle School, Grade 8

It’s what we leave behind.
Sometimes people find it,
even if you don’t want them to.
Evidence is proof of your presence,
your doing,
your actions.

The evidence never lies! It can’t be altered by feelings or hope or even beliefs.
Evidence is only a piece of a bread crumb trail leading us to the answers, to the wrongers.
Evidence is not what should be questioned but what should be studied.
Everyone says we should ask the man or woman or witness or suspect what happened and when it happened but really they will tell the most common lies.

Evidence

By Makenzie Baker
Hartford Memorial Middle School, Grade 8

Many bloody footsteps leaving a dead body behind.
Blood splattered from the ceiling fan to the cobwebbed vent.
There was a strong smell of leftover candle wax
a gun tilted to the side with fingerprints all over.
The killer suspect is found with so many clues and evidence.

Evidence

By Travis Near
Hartford Memorial Middle School, Grade 8

There is no evidence,
That I'm innocent.
There is no evidence,
That I'm guilty.
My rights say,
Innocent until proven guilty,
My town says,
Guilty until proven innocent.
They have no evidence to lean on,
However neither do I.
My word is the only thing,
My lawyer has,
To defend my rights,
And also my freedom.

Evidence

By Miles Latham
Hartford Memorial Middle School, Grade 8

Evidence is a mighty thing.
It can save a convict's life,
And it can put an honest man in jail.
It can solve an ancient crime,
And it can get a poor chap off bail.
But the real mystery
Is not whether evidence has stood the test of time--
But whether time has stood the test of evidence.

Evidence

By Paul Detzer
Hartford Memorial Middle School, Grade 8

Evidence… all I need is evidence…

The senior detective looked throughout the victim’s home. He didn’t really care about this case or another case for that matter.

“The evidence clearly shows that Jonica Glide is absolutely guilty of all charges,” the judge firmly states.
I am bursting on the inside, and just want to scream and run out of that hot, stifling courtroom. I could kick all these guys’ butts if I wanted to, so what am I doing here? I didn’t do it! Who do they think I am?

Evidence

By Bailey Walker
Home Schooled, Grade 8

The parties
Late at night

When you leave
Me at home
Alone.

The excuses
To miss my lips
As I go to
Kiss you

And the lipstick
Stains on
Your shirt

Can all be counted
As evidence

That you don't
Love me anymore.

Concrete evidence,
Such a harsh phrase
Crushes infinite hopes.
While the thoughts in your mind
Cause you to suppose
Evidence makes your beliefs final
A betrayal, a lie
No longer solely in your mind
But on the table in front of you
Staring back into your eyes.
Once the evidence is concrete
You can no longer hope
That what you thought wasn’t true
That there was another story,

Evidence is important, to solve a crime, to help someone out, but it doesn't always have to be bad, a shell, a shell is evidence, evidence of a life, a living thing, its smooth and spiral shell, tells a story of a life that was and maybe still is, this small small shell is, Evidence

Lasting Evidence

By Melissa Soule
Leland and Gray Union High School, Grade 9

An abandoned home; a heinous crime.
Yet, neither decrepit nor unused,
Still caressed gently by the roiling waves, full of watery passions.

Swiftly tilting spirals dance,
Their patterns dizzy from turning in the sea,
Swinging about in raucous circles.

A hard, pointed pinnacle,

A snail once lived in this shell
Theres Evidence
A shell so small
yet large enough for him
we have straight hallways
he has a curved one for extra protection
evidence of life
evidence of a home

A home so small
yet big enough for him

Evidence

Evidence
It would make the mystery easier,
Evidence,
Would make the killer easier to find,
Evidence is the thing that all detectives want,
It the magic ticket to the answer, the answer that would save
Us all.
So we need to buckle down and start the case, so we can
Get out of this mess and clear the suspects name, then the

The Mysterious Hole

By Caitlyn Abbott
Fairfield Center School, Grade 7

Have you ever had to solve a mystery? If you have, then you know that the evidence and clues are not easy to find. One day we came home and found a hole in our front yard. It was too big to be a mole. Without any clues or evidence, we decided to fill it back in. The next morning, it was there again.

The Case of the Broken Window

By Samantha Burns
Fairfield Center School, Grade 8

The judge is there
The jury’s ready
Show the evidence
Talk nice and steady

The ball is present
The window smashed
Busted, broken, bashed

Say “oh no” I do not lie
If only Johnny caught the pop-fly
We would not be in such a mess
With the evidence, easy to test

Everyone is searching for the clues leading to the
Villain who committed the terrible crime.
I think I found the weapon that caused
Death to the victim.
Eventually all the pieces fit together and
Now to arrest the killer!
Cops track him down,
Eager to bring justice upon him!

Brotherly Love

By Tim Mack
Mill River Union High School, Grade 10

John Mitchell sat in a large courtroom. The steady hum of anticipating
conversation was thick in the air. He worked for a car insurance
company called E.R.K. It was a small company that had started ten
years ago. Wanting to grab a large amount of costumers very fast,