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Mary picks cherries,
She wants to be a fairy,
And one day she will get married.

Maya S. Pre-K

Where I'm From Poem

"Where am I from?" I ask myself quietly. Hmmm. I think I know the answer now.

I am from yellow walls, big white sheets, and sunny raining days.

I am from the big oak trees that reach up the hold the sky, the ones that sway at the top and stay firm at the bottom, just like everyone else.

I am from the eternal stacks of books, piled on the floor and stashed in hidden places like secrets.

I am fromm big lawns, porches and potting soil, from cul-de-sacs and dead-end streets.

I am from the staircase: Forts, stages, bruises.

I am from the medicine cabinet, the promo pens, and the hospital pillowcases.

I am from "Katie-bug" and just plain "Kate". From the good morning hugs and good night kisses, and from the way the lullaby music danced in the bedroom night.

I am from the shining white carpet patch of my younger days, and from the way I smile when I move the furniture to see that carpet.

-Katie T. 8th Grade

Ode to Deer

Oh deer, grazing upon the plain
Cowardly prey of the wolf
You flee at the slightest hint of danger.
Oh mauler of the gentle grass
Terror of low branches
You steal their precious buds
And eat their fruit.
Your fantastic weapons,
Gleaming in the sun,
Could do nothing to protect you,
As an hour later,
You're lying as venison
On a hunter's table,
Your head displayed on a wall,
A trophy to his prowess.

-Carl J. 7th Grade

My Poem

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Suger is sweet and so are you

-Emma S. 3rd Grade

Where I'm From

I'm from green and white, cats and dogs, old CDs,
and children's books
I'm from CAmellia trees, and little glass toys.
I'm from fallen leaves, broken trees,
and the playful cries of hcildren.
I'm from Woodford, Leonard, Pines, Beals, and Williams and Maurice now too.
I'm from pitter and patter.
I'm from mashed potatoes and not being able to have the stuffing at thanksgiving.
I'm from Poplar, Skyline, Skyliners, 13th and 14th.
I'm from this, that, and the other.
I'm from all of the above.

-Leif W. 8th Grade

IX Ways to Look At Words

I. The world burns again
Just over two words.

II. Words:
The Key to Peace
The Key to War

III. Nothing is impossible
If you know
How to use
Words.

IV. All civility
Shrivels and dies
When no words
Are understood.

V. Too many words
Can kill a man.

VI. A child throws a word
At its parent;
The parents heart breaks

VII. There is no end
To the possibilities

VIII. The people
Toss around some words
And create a new world.

IX. The beginning
And the end
Are made with
Words.

-Lizzie G. 7th Grade

Where I'm From

Where I'm from is an interesting question
A question many ask
One with out a definite answer
But here is where I'm from
I am from my cat
I am from my family pictures, always reminding me of good times and wonderful family members
I am from the grass, trees, and woodpile in my yard
I am from the small town of Bandon, where memory after memory have been made
I am from Corvallis, the place I call home
This is where I am from
Where ever you come from it will where you come from
Not where I come from
I am from me

-Nathan B. 8th Grade

Ode To Toilets

Oh toilets

the wonderful sensation of not wearing dipars all your life

the hard smooth white surface

the lid glittering with passion and truth

Seeing the joy on your parents eyes when they come out from reading the newspaper, on the toilet

oh how great it is to know that if there wasn't toilets we would be dragging ourselves out behind a tree 20 times a day

with a huff and a puff all the food you just ate flows into the toilet

oh how horrible it is when there's a line just to go to the bathroom

I could live on a toilet

The sustainable joints that pin it to the ground so the toilet doesn't get away

And then finally you get to use THE PLUNGER!!!!

-Mason P. 7th Grade

Candy

Sometimes sweet, sometimes sour, candy cannot contain its power. It's sweet to the human sould but can never contain whole.
-Maggie 4th Grade

Where Am I From?

Where am I from? There is no single answer.

I am from the empty playhouse, the lost and forgotten dreams.

I am from summer sun on the carpet,the dirty dog on the couch.

From cloudy beaches and blinding ski slopes, from yard work in the rain.

I come from "times up" and "my turn" and from long days spent on a tractor.

From canned salmon on the window-sill and the now-flat ball in the mud

I am from the unseen arguments and entire evenings ruined by a single word.

From reading the same book again and again and the raging anger after everyone has gone to bed.

I am from the calm before the storm, knowning and fearing what it must weather before calm settles again.

I am from family.

I come from wherever the ripples are meeting and the flames are leaping.

I come from sadness, I come from joy.

I am.

-Miles V. 8th Grade

Ancient Buddha

When the wind rustles through the leaves in North Vietnam, you could hear the Ancient Buddha praying to herself with wisdom. The flowers in her garden smelled sweet as dripping honey as she tended them with great care. She hums to herself that life is as good as we think.
-Chloe S. 3rd Grade

Roses

Roses are like flowers in the morning sun.
Just like beauty it is never done, but sometimes beauty has to die.
But it is never done to the human eye.
        - Maggie N. 4th grade

Haiku

The flower smells good.
It opens its bud slowly.
It is so pretty.
-Claire B. 2nd Grade

Paul

My dog is named Paul
Staring at his bouncy ball
Wishing he was tall
        - Lily H. 4th grade

Where I am From

I am from nails, screws, and ear-ringing saws.
I am from loud neighborhoods of playful children,
From neighborhood games in the summer.
I am from plastic dinosaurs, armies, and cars that were so frequently the cause of my parents' bad feet.
I am from the fingernail soup that was cooed for family dinners at "Mom's Place".
I am from the stuffed caterpillar that got stuck under the scribbled on couches and was never seen again.
I am from the plunger that was drunk out of once and never again.
I am from the rickety, old house I had known so well to the new, quiet, not so known house that had required so much effort to build.
I am from good and bad times,
I am Keene

-Keene C. 8th Grade

Fish

I once had a fish named Larry
He honestly wasn't that scary.
When my dog swallowed lead
Larry thought he was dead
And when he was not he was merry.
-Lily H. 4th Grade

Cats, Bats and Hats

There once were some cats
Who likes to eat bats
If they were not good
They dropped them in hats
        -Madelein M. 3rd grade

Ode to Deer

Oh deer, grazing upon the plain

Cowardly prey of the wolf

You flee at the slightest hint of danger.

Oh mauler of the gentle grass

Terror of low branches

You steal their precious buds

And eat their fruit.

Your fantastic weapons,

Gleaming in the sun,

Could do nothing to protect you,

As an hour later,

You're lying as bension

On a hunter's table,

Your head displayed on a wall

A trophy to his prowess

-Carl J. 7th Grade

WHERE I COME FROM

I come from many things
Some are pleasant some are not,
I come from complex simplicity,
I'm from friends and imposters,
From getting home at dark and spending the night awake, painting the sunrise on my walls,
I'm from a family or two or three or two again,
I'm from large expanses of grass, making pathways and hide-outs in their midst's,
From broken clocks and padlocked secrets,
I come from blood and tears, from work and stress, from rest and rewards,
From music so often listened to I hear it in my dreams,
From waking up too early and laying in a coma surrounded by bird song,
I come from everything, and yet I'm from nothing but myself.
-Lila Kaye 8th Grade

Today I went To school

Today I went to school.
I found some kind of tool.
I want to use it up.
Cause it has a lot of stuff.
        -Phoebe S. 1st grade

Who am I

I am from sparkly pink nail polish and high healed boots.

From the pale yellow house with a Japanese snowbell tree that smells sickening sweet in the summer.

I am from long summer days full of water fights and pea eating contests.

I am from loud family gatherings that seem to stretch on forever.

From Angela and Jorge the Alvarez-Palacios.

I am from the hour on Sunday spent looking up at hte cross on a wooden pew.

I am from Colombia full of rice and coffee.

I am from the photo albums in the upstairs closet that somehow always end up being shown to visiting family.

I am from days when I used to wear Hello Kitty slippers and Barbie headbands.

I am from staying up late to watch Mexican soap operas that never ever end.

From four leaf clovers hidden away rarely seen.

These are the moments that I am from.

-Juliana A. 8th Grade

Everything

I have everything
If I dont have it I'll throw a fit
I own everything for miles and miles
But then I wake up
        - Elena H.

Walking

Once I was walking
Whne I heard someone talking
It turned out he was talking to me
He told me with glee i had to pay him a fee
But he stopped when I started knocking
        - Lily H. 4th grade

I Am From

I am from unclaimed scraps of paper with meaningless drawings, phone numbers, and dates of past events
I am from neverending boxes full of stuff you havn't seen in years
I am from no tape of paper when it is needed
I am fraon locked full of memories not to be shared
I am from falling asleep at one and waking up at noon
I am from busy weekends that alway seem to slip past me
I am from toasted peanup butter sandwiches with crunchy cheetos on the side
I am from falling asleep to lound music that plays all night long
I am from watching the same movie twice and then being able to quote it when ever I want
All of this is who I am and makes me who I am, but in the end I am from me and me only

-Lindsay O. 8th Grade

Where I'm from

I am from long walks up endless hill to nowwhere.

I am from moments, some from forever and some from not too long ago.

I am from hours spent on pizza and zambonis.

I am from vision of a common home and visions against it.

I am from the days spent on riding the dragon and from exploring and endless castle.

I am from suggestions whispered by the blue bird, and orders whispered by snakes.

I am from singing rocks and watching fireworks go off.

I am from decisions made on a dime and ideas that sparked in peoples' heads.

I am from hang gliders and rapids.

I am from swimmer's itch and boogie boards.

-Ryan Bailey 8th Grade

Pansy

I am a pansy

You know me from your garden

My Father is the water

My Mother is the soil

I was born from a seed in the dirt

I live there even now

My best friend is the sun

We like to stare at each other al day

My enemy is the cold

Because it ends my life

I fear the end will come

For I love life as it is

But the best part of my life is

I will eventually grow

-Nicholas W. 6th Grade

Friends

I once had a freind who I loved to play with, sing with, and ride with.
We had so much fun under the sun until one Monday.
She went to Jimmy, Lenny and timmy, and we are not freinds anymore.
        - Lily H. 4th grade

The Recipe for Confidence

Take one cup of reliance and place into blender
Put one teaspoon of jealousy and place into the blender
Blend throughly until thick paste
Throw in one and one half cup of goals,
Three quarters of a cup of hope,
And one cup of sarcasm

Boil in saucepan at 300 degrees F
Or at -300 degrees F
(Depending on if you want an icy edge or a hot one)
Until it is simmering
Or fully chilled

Pour into room temperature tupperware container
Throw in a handful of envy
Seven pinches of helpfulness
And 17 ounces of liquid ignorance

Stir until a neon orange hue
Add three drops of drive
Six cubes of initiative
And a good sized chunk of solid competitiveness

Pound mixture with wooden spoon until red in color
Add as much as you want of Kindness
Happiness
And Enjoyment
Not to mention two sppoonfuls of glory
Five dobs of double fudge frosting
Or three dobs of french vanilla frosting
And add in some multicoloered sprinkles

Bake in oven at 220 degrees F
Let cool for 27 minutes
Gobble down entire cake
Which should be hot pink in color
And prepare to be as confident as can be

-Brenna M. 6th Grade

Where I'm From

I am from Ipods and instruments, scattered everywhere, never being put away.
I am also from dirty sports socks and worn out club t-shirts, always having to advertise who I play for.
I am from "Get your practicing done!" and "Go get dressed for practice", and my never failing response, "just a second!"
I am from every "board" you can think of: long board, skate board, wave board, knee board, wake board; my siblings and I are from this.
I am from the tennis club in the summer, old houses, running couples in the morning ,and speeding teenagers in their new cars.
I am from funeral potatoes and monkey bread at family reunions with crazy Aunt Anne telling stories about when she was my age.
I am also from sparkling Cider and U-log at Grandmas house at Christmas time.
I am from the water at the lake house in the summer, never going tired of its relaxation.
I am also from hunting blackberries at the track, more than often coming home with thorns in my clothes.
I am from walking into any place and knowing at least four people, and hating the dire boredom I get whenever I'm alone.
I am from music constantly in my ears whenever the numb feeling of missed loved ones comes back, and not expressing emotion when I feel pain.
Most importantly, I am from never failing to be me :)
-Allie P. 8th Grade

Elena

There once was a friend named Elena
And she had a dog named Lana
It started to jig
When it saw a pig
and Elena renamed her Eeleena
        - Lily H. 4th grade

Mango

On the outside you are a flower but, not yet opened

You feel like a leaf, floating in the summer air

When I peel you, you sound like a waterfall, pounding on the jagged rocks

When I slice you, you sound like a dolphin cutting though water

Inside you look like a golden ray of sun

You feel like fresh rain, falling on a garden

You taste like pure sugar, soft and sweet

Tell me, why are you tough on the outside, yet so soft on the inside?

-Alexandra G. 6th Grade

Cookato

There once was a cookato
It had to take a little poo
It fell in some one'e eye
They began to cry
And the cookato began to moo
        -Elena H. 4th grade

Where I'm From

I am from spaghetti feeds and leather coaches;
postcards and broken swings in the backyard.

I am from procrastinating until the last minute,
and then hurrying up and getting an A.

I am from midnight pizza parties,
 cherry seed spitting contests, fruit cake and New York.

I am from jumping on the trampoline with cousins in
the summer, non-synched clocks,
 and out-dated World War II calendars.

I am from the tulips in planter boxes, throwing legos off the roof, wide staircases, unmatched shoes living in the garage.
        - Danielle R. 8th grade

What's In My Journal?

My journal is filled with fun and twisted stories. There are some weird sketches that I don't even understand. There are tales of made-up worlds and foreign lands. Some ideas that could change people's lives. Stories from grandfathers and grandmothers. Thoughts that make me sad and happy. Stories of a perfect life that nobody could have. Still there is always room for more wacky stories.

-Will S. 6th Grade

Where I'm From

I come from lacrosse balls, soccer balls, chess pieces, and pillow cushions strewn across the long oak boards. I walk outside- something feels wrong. Could it be the fat, furry ball of white fluff eating the majestic daffodils? Could it be the herd  of swallows circling the large oak bard? Could it be the quiet chirping of crickets? Could it be the yellow bales sitting in the green pasture? Could it be the quiet rush of the rapids from the deep blue river?

No, nothing is wrong.

This is home.

-Miles W. 8th Grade

Evidence

Scribbles, thingies, whatsits, journals half full of writing, a dresser only half full, and shelves of models and books and ad never read or made

Posters on a wooden wall, of airplanes, tanks and astronauts. A radio, a nighlight, and trophies here and there, evidence that someone's lived there, but we wonder who. You think this room's messy, go two rooms down.

-James C. 6th grade

Flaming Memories

Fire is an angry soul,
Who can never be put to sleep.
Its feast of logs may die away,
But fire is still there,
Lurking unseen.

Fire is a part of myths.
From the fearsome dragon,
To the gentle phoenix.
Both dangerous and gentle.

In truth,
Fire is the safety net,
That keeps myths from falling, falling and falling,
Into the darkness of forgotten memories.
We owe a great deal,
To fire and its flaming memories.

-Emma G. 6th Grade

Where I Was From

5 acres of forest

A peeling white house

This is where I was from

From my dark room

To the brown carpet

To the ugly green loveseat

 And the two bucket chairs

I love where I was from

The huge deck and patio

With a huge garden growing weeks

I would run around the lawn

Not worrying about being watched

Surrounded by my familiar forest

I know where I was from

Since day one

Till my eleventh year

I lived where I was from

Now in a big house

With surrounding neighbors

I miss where I was from

- Hannah L. 8th Grade

Where I'm From

I'm from sunny window sills and shadowy nights

I'm from friendly winding roads and far away agternoons with Cousin Will

I'm from both "working up a lather" and "lazy Sunday afternoons"

East and West

That's where I'm from

        - Parks Remcho 8th grade

Raspberry

On the outside, you look like a beehive full of honey. You feel as soft as a pillow. On the inside you are a dark abyss, waiting for you next victim. When I slice you, you sound like a quiet night, no noise, lifeless. You feel like rolling hills, complete with a meadow. You smell like a large misty waterfall. You taste like a tangy bunch of happiness. Tell me, raspberry, why do you hide your smell, when you are so wonderful inside?

- Chiara de S. 6th Grade

Teilo's Shoes

My shoes are green and black, they bring me to school and back, they don't have laces but they still take me places.

- Teilo 1st Grade

What's in my Journal?

Scribbles, scratches, tangles, and mangles
For what is in my journal it can't be
Many things many people would not want to see
If you dare read my journal
Then you will not miss
But I can't believe it came to this
Whatever is in this diary
I will not be able to help you
Why does a cow moo
I do not know why I put that there I just needed something that rhymed with you.

-Tracy R. 6th Grade

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I dreamt of a beautiful red
Of the rainbow I saw from my bed
It circled the moon,
Like a musical tune,
But I knew it was all in my head.

-Maggie H-N. 4th Grade

Paper Knows

A paper knows
How to take a pain
The pencil is like a tattoo
Putting the paper in vain

It knows how to show off
Students' writing skills
In a parent teacher conference
The parents can be thrilled

It knows how to reincarnate
Although going through the recycling can be hard
But it never knows
It might be turned into a baseball card

Collages are the wrost thing
In a piece of paper's life
It hurts to get cut up
But it knows how to handle all the strife

-Hunter H. 7th Grade

Fibs

Cat
Got
Busted
For peeing
In the living room
Cat hides but is still caught by mom.

-Ollie A. 7th Grade

The Moonset (inspired by Lewis Carroll's The Jabberwocky)

T'was the moonset
Everything was asset
The trees were inplaced
and the kids were clean faced
The people arose
Just to see the very toes
Of the sun appear
There was nothing to fear
The moon would come back a high
Just like the birds would a fly
Now the fisherman pulls the fish
He makes a grafedly wish
He pulls out his sunnet
And hopes for the moonset

-Derek T. 7th Grade

Baseball Glove

The soft beige leather clings to your skin with the holes and pocket fits for a king. Yet the outside is still rigid and tough moving through the air unassuming and rough, when it's quietly sitting there asking for more. Popping and yelling with the touch of a ball. That's is my glove and it does it all.

-Emmett O. 7th Grade

The Great Lagington (inspired by Lewis Carroll's The Jabberwocky)

The sun shone through

The pillage

The coffle going through

The trees

The peace of agastaton

Broken by the Uff-Puff

Of the one and only

Lagington

He moves through the night

All the hcildren fight

To see such a flunder

Of an Animal

With feet of a Humdrandle

He stomps all around

Only stopping to feast on

The laterious sound

Of the kids that cry out

"Oh Laginton is bound"

And on this once a year

When the sun shines through

The pillage and

The coffle Goes through

The trees

Does the Laginton Return

To feast on the pleas

Of the kids everywhere

Leaving behind only crushed

Heols and bones

Int he path of the

Great Lagington!

-Zoey R. 7th Grade

A Nose Knows

A nose knows how to smell
Whether it be danger or cookies
It is always helpful in times of need
So you've got to say no to the rookies

A nose knows how to sniff and snuffle
When you've come down with the flu
A nose does not turn different colors
Except when it is cold, it's blue

A nose knows it can't hear
That bell that you just rung
But it does know when to warn you
Not to step in that dung

A nose knows how to lead your face
Through the world you see
By now you should know, not to pick it
And just let it be

-Carly C. 7th Grade

The Wind Knows

How to whistle in your ear

Telling you the laws if nature

Only wanting you to hear

It knows what you ate for breakfast

For it lives in every crevasse a crack

Be careful, don't step on it, you could break your mama's back

The wind knows how to sing

Every sound you like to hear

It's a personal radio

Always close and dear

It knows where to go

Navigating through the night

The street lights its only guide

The winds can make you listen

With its intriguing tunes

The wind is only human

Just like me and you

-Alexandra P. 7th Grade

Best Friends

Frieds

Odd

Mismatched

Together

Inseparable

Support forever and always

-Katie H. 7th Grade

Spider Tritina

They crawl about waiting in the dark
They lay their traps of webs
In the night

In the night,
They come out of the dark
To spin their fiendish web

In some way their web
Is made up of the dangers of the night
They make their evil fiendish plans in the dark

These fiends make their webs of lies in the dark of night so they will not fry in the light.

-Alex H. 7th Grade

Rats

I do not like rats.
When i see one, I hit it with a bat.
Then one time, I found one in my hat.

It started as a normal day as I put on my hat,
But then I noticed inside was a rat.
So I threw it off, and hit it with a bat.

I then went to baseball and was up to bat,
When I realized I didn't have a hat.
"Oh rats!"

When I arrived home, a rat was waiting for me
With a hat and a bat

-Lewis S. 7th Grade

What's in My Journal

A catalog of cuts and bruises, scrapes and scratches. Pieces of chewed bubble gum, sweet then tasteless stuck to the pages. Lost creations, hot summer days biking to the pool with friends. A portrait of a dear friend moved miles away. Drawings of dreams come and gone, winter evenings spent huddled by a fire. Bits and pieces of Lego buildings. Some postcards from Europe. Splotches of popsicles dry and stickky, old presents that were used then forgotten. A bark and a wag of a tail to reet me after schoool, faded photos of soccer games on long ago Saturdays. So far that's mostly what's in my journal, but there are still many pages left of life.

-Maarten v Z. 6th Grade

Five Ways to Look at Mars

I

The night sky,

Is dark,

When Mars shines so bright.

II

It's mysterious color,

III

Pondering people,

About things we already know,

About things we don't see

IV

A wonderful sight,

Small but brilliant Mars

Circling around the sun,

Minding its own business

V

Why do you taunt us?

Mars

-Julian W. 7th Grade

The Orange

On the outside you look like the sun

You feel like a dry rough-skinned newt

When I peel you, you sound like the ripping of pants

When I slice you, you sound like a sweet symphony, a brilliant colorfull piece designed for percusion to shine

Inside you look lie a deep pool of Orangina, radiant in the light, sweet juice trickles off of your soft vibrant flesh

You feel like a little orange liver with little hairs hanging off

You smell like the sweetest air freshener in the world

You taste like a citrus fruit a beautiful tangy deliciousness inside

Tell me, why does nothing rhyme with orange?

-Julian H. 6th Grade

Epic Battle

I ran towards the general of the other battle fleet.
He stopped me intact with a swipe of his feet.
I fell to the ground, not one glimpse of fear.
He raised up his sword his actions quite clear
My brother he was, such a bad man
I grabbed my sword as quick as I can
As his sword fell near me I blocked it with grace.
Hoping my life won't end in this place
As our swords came in contact he fell to the ground
Unsure what to do I started looking around
The grass was stained with blood
I hear birds; see trees, and miles of mud
Seeing my dear lost brother
Merely wounded by another
This time I had a better chance
As I cast him one last glance.

-Maggie S. 6th Grade

What's in my Journal...?

Memories of time gone by.
Twisted; Distorted like a funhouse mirror.
Words, Spoken long ago by people that I don't remember.
Pictures, Snapshots in time from when I said "I will never forget this moment."
And as I lay on my death bed, I will have the satisfaction of knowing... that I never have.

-Jackson G. 6th Grade

Recipe for World Domination

Take eight pounds of fear,
Two squared feet of bazookas,
and three cups of atomic weaponary.

Mix fear, and bazookas,
in a blender until until smooth,
add a teaspoon of atomic weaponary until
you get a nice fuschia/crimson color,

Pour and let sit until hard, flat and completely red,
Spread evenly, then crush until powder.
Add a pint of Death,
and a pint of hate,

Catch a flame with fire,
from the lighter of desire,
keep aflame for eight and a half days,
Then dry boil for four or five minutes,

Add six gallons of liquid nitrogen, I Can't Believe It's Not Butter,
And four cups of Fountain of Youth Foundation makeup,
Add as much make-up as you can find,

Add a cup of strong attitude
Until it becomes a black, bleak mass,
Dip in radioactive battery acid,
If it catches flame with a strange crimson hue, and leaps 100 feet every other second,

Good job,
Now all you need to do is put out the flames,
If you can put them out within an hour,
You are fit for ruling the world,

If not:
then you are a sad, pathetic loser who will be booed at during every moment of their life,
not to mention the fact that you have just ruined the world,
Congratulations,

No one has ever succeeded.

-Sara B. 6th Grade

In This Journal

Writings of hate,
Writings of love,
Your inner feelings of life,
All stored in this one book.

Numbers of times,
You would ask yourself a question,
And write the answer in this book.
How could we do this or that?

You would write of wins,
Of losses that inflicted your life.
The big game,
Or perhaps the English Award.

You would write of happiness,
Or sadness.
I got a puppy,
How you had to move on.

Numbers of times,
You would write of your friends r enemies.
Your best friend,
Or someone who spilled your secret.

So many days,
So many months,
So many years,
All stored in this one book.

-Alex P. 6th Grade

Shine

First it rises high above shining, the sun.
Second later in the day in the stary night, the moon.
Coming up to join their friends in the night end, stars.
The partner in crime to light the night stars.
Hours go by night to day even on a cloudy day when you can't see it, it's still shining, sun.
Later that afternoon you oculd catch a glimpse of the moon.
Follow it into the night, every night the moon.
Once again you can wish upon the stars.
Then the cycle starts again with the sun.

- Sidney J. 7th grade

The Hawk (Haiku)

A hawk flying up,
and circling overhead:
come in for the kill!

-Mia B, 4th grade

River of Dreams

Butterflies flying over a river of dreams
Moonlight shining in your eyes
Flowers bloom in May
Across an enchanted evening

-Conner M., Pre K