By Fatima Nizamuddin
Albert D. Lawton School, Grade 6

"The pure land."
Tall buildings, restaurant chains, traffic jams, busy workers
Grandparents, cousins, aunts, uncles
An uncle's wedding
Friends, family, fun, fantastic
Drums beating, BBQ chicken sizzling on the grill
Hot and spicy biryani served on huge platters
Hip hop music pumps through the hall
People cheer crazily
Girls dance in multicolored ghararas swinging with delight
Music, boom box, disco light
Happy, hopeful, loved.
An old, bearded man gets ready for work around 6:30 a.m.
Destitute, wrinkled, worn out
Preparing his cart with fruits, vegetables and handmade children's toys
Mangos, kiwi, bananas, apricots
Pakistan -- where I'm from
My home, my country, the place I belong.

The Skill Crane

By Mallory Charland
Albert D. Lawton Middle School, Grade 6

Slide a quarter into the slot
The machine beeps; give it all you've got
Got your eyes on your favorite prize
It's a plan, you must devise
Take the lever, push it to the right
You slam on the button, and miss, Oh! It's alright
Deposit another precious cent
The machine beeps again; only three quarters are left unspent
Maneuver carefully, you paid a large price
Your friend breathes over your shoulder just waiting to give advice
You push the button; the machine drops the crane
You miss again and begin to complain
Smartly you decide to just walk away
So you go back to your table and order a fish fillet.

A night lull

By Katie Cooper
Chelsea Public School, Grade

The fog settles upon the field as the sun sinks beyond the horizon line. The darkening sky blankets the ground below with a thin layer of fronts. The creatures of the field fall into a sluggish haze as the moon begins to ascend into the sky. The nearby farmhouse flicks on its porch light, casting light upon the glimmering lawn. A young man sits on the front steps with his grandfather shucking an abundance of corn. Puffs of smoke rise into the night from the old man's pipe as they sit and talk. A large brown-and-white dog lies at their feet, patiently awaiting a slight bit of acknowledgment. The night chill sweeps over the valley and soon the porch becomes deserted.

The Wolf of Spring

By Grace Yu
Albert D. Lawton Middle School, Grade 6

Spring is the wolf
Padding swiftly on her paws
Warming and melting snow and frost
With her warm breath she makes flowers grow
Giving life to insects and buds.
Awakening trees from their deep slumber
Making the stream rush once again.
Her glowing eyes fixed on the woods
Letting it live for another year.
Her gray tail brushes against the branches
While she passes.
Then she drifts apart
Entering each drop of water
Seeping into every plant and tree
Giving life to the forest
And waiting to be awakened once more.

Meeting fear face-to-face

By Valaree Bedell
Waits River Valley School, Grade 8

Heights. Ever since I can remember I have had a fear of heights. More specifically, bridges. No matter where I was, or whom I may have been with, every time I went over a bridge I would shriek loudly with fear. The thought of the bridge collapsing leaving me stuck in a car, under water, always gave me the chills when I happened to think about it. Covered bridges, absolutely not! They made me cry when I went over them. Not being able to see anything but the dark, wooden walls around me made me feel like I was suffocating. Unfortunately, sometimes bridges are the only way to get from one place to another in a reasonable amount of time. I knew what I had to do.

Girl, 15, charming, but insane

By Jessica Young
Leland and Gray Union High School, Grade 9

I sit on the mattress at the foot of my bed.
I lean against my bed.
My guitar leans against my chair,
waiting patiently to be picked up.
The Titanic sits upon the 1989 SHARP TV,
which sits upon a box of summer clothes.
My blinds are all flipped down
so the world stays out.
My iPod plays quietly, just for me.


By Tori Svec
Dummerston Elementary School, Grade 6

The late afternoon sun is bright in the never-ending blue sky as I listen to the chickadees and crows call to one another like old friends.
The sprouts in the garden are already in bloom.
The afternoon heat has disappeared, making me pull on a sweater and hug my knees close for warmth. Soon the nights will be just as warm as the days,
the days that make you want to never go to sleep.
The days of summer.

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By Karlie Kauffeld
Leland and Gray Union High School, Grade 12

Duncan is not my best friend.
All the lovely quotes about dog being man's best friend are wrong.
All the greeting cards, children's stories, and classic movies deceive.
Sometimes, something comes in between.
Sometimes, a dog forgets who feeds him.
He forgets who scratches his belly.
He forgets who catches his paws and dances with him around a room.
A chicken can change the world.
A chicken can come between a girl and her dog.
A tiny rubber chicken, whose legs were bitten off upon first encounter.
A tiny rubber chicken stole the love of my doofus dog.
Duncan brings his squeaky, legless chicken everywhere,
and forgets to bring me.

I want spring!

By Danny Cavan
Clarendon Elementary School, Grade 5

I’m sick of the cold,
I’m sick of the snow.
I want sun,
I want spring.
So Mother Nature please bring spring!


By Rebecca Williams
Clarendon Elementary School, Grade 5

Best day ever
Imaginations going wild
Radical days
The great presents
Having fun all around
Day dreaming all day
After all the presents
You have some cake.
So sweet iced cake.

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