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                                                                                                              Fall

 

The colorful leaves

The smell of winter

The crisp air

The chilly breeze

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The football

The apple cider

The pumpkins

The ghosts

It’s all

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Sean C.

Grade 7

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Growing

 

I am like sunlight, speckling the ground,

But sometimes holed up like a mouse, alone.

The tide is like my friendships, rising and falling, but always holding strong.

One day we’re synchronized liked Olympic swimmers, the next like leaves, swirling

                 in the wind.

Like as birch tree I grow tall and slender, but inside I’m a seedling still.

Time, like my childhood, slips away fast as can be.

I hold tight, but he future calls to me. I must let go.

 

Tori Monsaint-queeney

Grade 6

 

 

 

Growing Up

 

Growing up

Is a pain

There is no shame

In growing up

Too fast

But take your time

Don’t grow up too quickly

For childhood is precious

And youth is priceless

 

             Jalynn H.

             Grade 6

 

 

 

        

 

Like A Rock

 

I am a rock, strong and solid

I don’t move even with the hardest knocks.

As a fox, smart and swift,

Through the night

I slice through it

Like red, hot and bright,

Soon you’ll be saying

“Go towards the light”

Like quicksand, unpredictable and fast

Come close to me and you won’t last.

I AM an angry bear,

Big and strong,

When I come out you are gone.

 

                      David A.

                     Grade 7

 

 

 

                                 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                                     Logan W.                                       Cori G.

                                       Grade 6                                     Grade 6

 

 

 

 

Just Walk It All Off

 

Her bright blue eyes gushed small salty tears. They ran into her mascara, and the blackened liquid fell freely down her face. Flushes cheeks were in complete contrast with her pale skin. Her long auburn hair, which framed her head, was drenched from the ever-falling raindrops. Tears trickled around the curves of her nose and plummeted down the deep creases of her mouth. Upon reaching the tip of her chin, the fresh tears would splash onto the ground. Splash! Drip! Plop! Ping! The weary process of full-blown crying wore on.

The hands of the weeping maiden were a dark and fearful red. It wasn’t an artistic substance that filled every single crack of her palms. The short jean mini-skirt that fitted around her waist was torn in the oddest places, and was full of intense stains that even a thorough wash couldn’t get out. Only one of her dainty feet was adorned by an expensive black sandal. An already dark magenta tank top was even darker than intended, and a ripped out earring revealed the flesh that all humans are given, when created.

She could run, and keep running, but she could never be far enough from the scene of the crime. She would not halt until brought down by a natural cause. The stylish clothes and cute accessories were no more. Their value would perish along with her name, her memory, and everything about her. Footprints would not be found, and she could not be followed. It wasn’t her fault, anyways. She was egged on to pull that trigger. And it all went downhill from there…

Derek S.

Grade 8

 

 

What is Color?

The visual spectrum of light

The many different wave lengths of light

What is absorbed by the human eye

The completion of one’s skin

Defines one’s race

The beauty of day

The darkness of night

A rainbow after a storm

The whiteness of snow

Something more than black and white

The element of design

An expression of feelings

 

Jerna’ D.

Grade 6

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                                                                                    

 

 

What is Freedom?

Something we all have the right to;

Something that allows us

to do what we want

A reminder to be able to do what you want;

What only a few countries have;

A word that means power and peace

Something everyone should have

Something everybody wants

Something we are blessed to have

 

Taylor J.

Grade 6

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Wye Oak

 

I remember

Looking out a car window

With tears

Running down

My face

Not understanding

Why the great thunderbird had

Struck down

My tall sanctuary

My hundred year old

Tree standing guard

Over the world

Not understanding

Why my and many other’s

Spirit friend

Had been fenced in

Against those who

Would take of his wood

A reminded of a friend

Gone but never forgotten

Not understanding why they

Caged the world’s tall guard

Instead of setting him free

And helping him to stand

As they had before

Why couldn’t they see

His soul should be

Set free?

                                                                                                    

Catherine M.                                                                               

 Grade 6

 

 

 

 

If I Were In Charge of the World

Imitation poem of Judith Viorst’s “If I Were In Charge of the World”

 

If I were in charge of the world

I’d cancel

Poverty, war

Lima beans and George Bush.

 

If I were in charge of the world

There’d be peace

More hours in a day

And times a million more chocolate.

 

If I were in charge of the world

You wouldn’t have questions

You wouldn’t have danger

You wouldn’t have pain

Everyone and anyone

Could get what they need in a snap of a finger.

 

If I were in charge of the world

Reading would substitute for school

Everyone could be who they want to be

Anyone different

 In any size, color, or gender

Could still be

In charge of the world.

 

Rhiannon B.

Grade 6

 

 

 

Issue #4

Release Date: March 14, 2007

Gabby E.

Grade 8