GENERAL

A mirror of shilouettes,
Too dark for any eye to see,
No matter how you plea,
Always in your wake,
There is no way to shake,
You shadow.

A regular sign of humanity,
For every man to have,
Be he poor or rich,
Or quite a snitch,
His shadow's sure to tag.

A common misconception,
For any one to hold,
Your shadow dissapearing,
Into the nights cold hold.

But as we all have noticed,
At the beginning of a new day,
Our shadows are beside us again,
Once more and here to stay.

Do you remember
the cottage he offered
to let us rent?
To which
we had happily replied,
"We'll buy it!"

He would not sell,
but nevertheless
was not angered
by our request
so dad proudly proclaimed
we should spend our summer
at the vacation cabin.

I, being curious,
jumped into packing
with my excitable twin brothers.
But my older sisters,
and my mom,
found much less reason to smile
at the prospect
of a summer in the woods.

A smile slips across my face
to remember my favorite night
marked by an odd little stunt
involving several angry crabs Read more »

Every day someone different comes. But she comes every day. Every season, no matter the weather. Then again, she should. At the same time usually, right before nightfall. She stays for different amounts of times, sometimes mourning for an hour, or just a minute. Read more »

I miss my mom very much. I still expect to see her when i wake up in the morning or when i come home from school. Everything is so different, I don't get to hear her find in the early bright morning while she is making breakfast. To get to see her and smell that spring florescent perfume of hers. Everything has changed. The house is empty and at most time scary. Read more »

An Event on the Beach!

It has been a long day in the city;
There is noise on the street, traffic jams,
loud voices; someone shouted from across the road.

It is time to wrap up and head to a
more peaceful place.
Where else is there, besides the beautiful beach?

As I sashay my way on the soft sand of the coast,
I stare into the horizon as the sun sets into the other world.

It is so quiet, I can hear a wave,
gently crashing into waiting rocks.

As the sun sets even more,
the bright star starts to peek from afar. Read more »

The Photo Album.

As I flip through the pages
I see all of the happiness in life fade in and out,
a birthday bash, various vacations, a lost loved one.
The memories never end when you are looking at the book.
You are there again, at the age of five, twelve then before you know it along comes sixteen.
I look at the past life and see how everything has changed.
My life once was easy as riding a bike, then out of no where it became difficult,
with drama everywhere I look.
Now it's not so easy.
It's scary like I'm leaving everything behind. Read more »

Prologue

Being Short

We walk through the halls,
looking up to see everyones face.
We sit in the dressing room,
trying to find the right length.
We wonder if we'll ever grow again.
We struggle to reach the top shelf,
to make a basket.
But we learn to live with it,
but in our dreams we're tall.
Even if your best buds are six feet
and your only four or five.
Theres nothing wrong with being short.

~ Courtney Shephard
May 29,2010

My desk,
Is messy again,
Full of loose papers,
Stuffed hastily,
Inside of it.

Mr. S is staring,
At my desk,
Eyes full,
Of hatred,
His mouth opens,
What will he say?

“Clean!” He says,
In a loud voice,
I immediately respond,
Pulling out loose papers,
For the whole day?

So Silent
Makes me itch.
I can’t stand knowing all the things left unsaid.
The teacher speaks,
Quiet ends,
Gotta listen to what she’s got to say.
Something boring, maybe even dull.
But I have to listen,
And stay alive.
Homework is done.
Really was nothing at all.
Just to do writing.
Nothing hard.
Progress report is coming.
Can’t imagine doing bad.
Dad would be upset.
Can’t let that happen.
Talking goes up.
The guy next to me is happy with his grade.
I haven’t looked yet.
Too afraid.
Can’t do bad.
I’m just writing, in this little classroom
With everyone. Read more »

Those who are true friends
Realize that only true words matter
Understanding and
Entertaining still.

Friends don’t yell, but when you cry, they
Run along beside you to give you support
In the hardest of times,
Even one true friend matters most
Nothing can add up to them even
Dogs, a man’s best friend.
Since friends came along, everything is better.

Hats
By,
Sarah Fry

How many hats do you own? My cousin and I combined have many hats, about twelve of them. However I can’t show them to my friends because I can’t wear them inside the school building. We should be able to wear hats in school.

On a chilly winter day when it’s five below zero, and we come back in from recess, our ears are ice cubes! If we could wear hats in school, we would be warmer. This could cut down on the heating bill. Read more »

What does writing mean to you?
Rambunctious characters?
Insane creatures?
Thinking of such a silly name that you fall over laughing?
In this manner of speaking, writing takes
Nothing for me. Just get a pen and write.
Get it? Writing is for nothing!

It has been said that soccer is a universal language. It brings warring nations together, people of different religions, promotes good health, and prevents deadly diseases. This will especially happen at the upcoming 2010 World Cup in South Africa. The game creates joy, and unites people everywhere around the world. You can be rich or poor to play the game. Some people can’t play some sports because equipment costs too much. You don’t need to wear any pads, and not even shoes. For soccer, all you need is a ball. And that ball can be made out of any material, such as a raga and rubber bands. Read more »

Crack, I hear a twig snap. Oh no, what could that be. I never should have listened to Ethan when he said it would be fine. Look where I am now, left alone, no map, no compass, not even a cell phone to call for help. I hear a distant howl. Oh no! Coyotes.  I Hear the pit-pat pit-pat of them getting closer. I start to run. I feel a heavy weight on my body. I feel claws digging into my back and jaws clutching my throat.I start coughing up a dark red liquid. It tastes like salt. Then the world goes blank as my eyes roll back into my head. I'm in a dark tunnel. Read more »

I told you that I loved you,
And I meant it with all my heart.
I thought you loved me, too.
I thought this could be a start.

"A start to something new..."
I thought...
But I guess that wasn't true.
I thought this would last forever;
This "thing" between me and you.

You told me that you loved me,
But that was all a lie.
I wish you could see me now,
I wish you could see me cry.

I hope you notice now,
That you are not only ending this;
This "thing" between you and me...
But you're ending the strength of my heart,
I hope now you can finally see. Read more »

The best days,
have come and gone,
it only gets harder,
from here on.

Tell me ma'am,
why it's this way,
come on lady,
lighten my day.

I know now,
that along with growing old,
comes consequences,
and they are cold.

I need to know,
please tell me now,
why it's so hard,
I'm dying down.

Years, months, weeks,
now days,
I'm falling apart,
I'm wilting away.

I guess in this case,
I'll never find out,
some people would say this,
without a doubt.

I've tried to find out,
why it's so hard,
I guess I'll never know,
Its my time to part.

Behind these cold eyes
Lay lies,
You'll never know the truth to,
Lay feelings,
You'll never see me show,
There's a side of me you've never seen,
And probably never will....

My words are drained from this pencil,
Things I'd never be able to tell you in person,
As my tears fall,
I bleed my heart out to you,
My tears are red and my blood is clear,
Everything I say,
Seems true to you,
But only I know that its all a bunch of lies,
You should know the truth to,
Here you go.
I'm lying when you ask me if I'm okay,
'Cause really I never am,
I'm lying when I tell you I dont care,
'Cause what you think is the world to me,
I'm lying when I laugh,
'Cause really its my tears,
I'm lying when you ask how it happened,
'Cause really I do know, Read more »

I was singing alone,
But not before long he was singing too.
He said,
"I've been waiting so long for these words to come out. It's practically all I've been thinking about. So thank you for finding the words I couldn't find on my own. Now I'm not alone."
I was singing our song,
When he came along.

Field

The soccer field
Turning brown
A pile of rusty metal
Posts lying
In the grass

Where are all
The kids now
That played
Hard there
Hoping to score?

Have they all
Moved on to
Middle school?
On to a different field
Forever?

Boat
a playground memory
By Emily Lalumiere

Old wooden boat
Gaps in your side
Big enough for a bird
To fly through

A flag pole through
Your middle a bridge
Linking your port
and starboard

Sailing on a
Sea of sand
take me away!

Teacher
By: Julia Johnson
Inspired By: Valerie Worth
The bright
young teacher
is no longer
mine.
No more exchanging
smiles in the morning.
No more laughs
to a joke
that nobody got
but me.
I wish I could
go back..
I don't understand
why I can’t.
the goodbye hurt
the most
because it ended
the friendship.
I will always remember
her snapping around
the room
with her Teva flip flops
in the spring..
that would have to
be my favorite sound.
that I miss..
where are her laughs and
giggles that l miss
so much...
Does she still teach
there? Read more »

Whale Watch
By Charlotte H.

The engine was roaring,
My heart was pounding,
Like a hammer,
From excitement,

I saw a movement,
It was bigger than a wave,
It was a sleek, grey, skin,
Coming up from under the blackish water,

My friends couldn’t see it!
I kept on pointing,
It was like helping someone,
Look for a needle in a hay stack,

“SPLASH!”
We all heard from his tail,
It was as if he knew that,
People couldn’t see him,

Too soon,
He blew water,
From his back,
As a good bye.

Paris is the snap of a warm baguette cracking open.
Paris is the swish of budding pink cherry trees.
Paris is the blaring of horns around the Arc De Triomphe.
Paris is the accordion music overflowing like chocolate from street cafes.
Paris is the low rumble of a metro.
Paris is the boisterous music flooding from the street musician's saxophone.
Paris is the distinctive legato dialect of the French.
Paris is the ramblings of a street artist.
Paris is the whish of the whispering wind at the top of the Eiffel Tower.
Paris is the "mmms" encircling me in a restaurant. Read more »

I was running down the everlasting dock
Wood beneath my bare feet
Warm summer breeze blowing though my long hair
Irritating seagulls flying above me
Orange sunset over the horizon of the ocean
Lighthouse flashing in the distance
Swirling waves crashing onto the rocks against the shore
The everlasting dock wasn’t so everlasting anymore
I came to the end of the dock

There once was a man who fell
He fell all the way to hell
He tried to climb out
The devil did shout
The man began to swell
There once was a man who ran
He ran from a monster named Stan
He ran off a cliff
He fell like a stiff
There once was a man who ran
There once was a man at a party
This man ate food that’s hearty
He had a great fart
It flew like a dart
A monster arrived at the party
There once was a man named Max
He played the tenor sax
He played at a feast
He played like a beast

There once was a man who fell
He fell all the way to hell
He tried to climb out
The devil did shout
The man began to swell
There once was a man who ran
He ran from a monster named Stan
He ran off a cliff
He fell like a stiff
There once was a man who ran
There once was a man at a party
This man ate food that’s hearty
He had a great fart
It flew like a dart
A monster arrived at the party
There once was a man named Max
He played the tenor sax
He played at a feast
He played like a beast

HAVING NO HOMEWORK
BY: WYATT GILMAN
There should be no homework for students. Student should be able to spend time with their family and relax so the students have less stress. Students don’t need to have homework because the students have already learned the homework in school. Students don’t need to be doing homework well they should be playing sports like: baseball, basketball, soccer, football and lacrosse.
They’re better off being exercising there body then their brain.

The Black Cat

In one small house on the edge of town
Lives a little old lady and her cat.
The cat’s name is skip.
Skip catches all the mice in the old lady’s house. But one day the mice make a plan to get all the cheese in the house! Back and forth all the mice go, to and from the cheese wheel.
“I can get all these mice,” Skip says confidently. He caught one, then two, then three, then four; but not all the mice. Why not?
Life lesson: Never be too sure of yourself.