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A Winter Poscard
The good looks of a winter's morning
when snow is fresh and clean;
Boughs on evergreens clothed in white
a winning sight to be seen. Bushes are, themselves, a sight
to be remembered in the spring;
a postcard scene on a winter's morning,
to me, is everything.

A Winter Poscard
The good looks of a winter's morning
when snow is fresh and clean;
Boughs on evergreens clothed in white
a winning sight to be seen. Bushes are, themselves, a sight
to be remembered in the spring;
a postcard scene on a winter's morning,
to me, is everything.

JD Fischer

I Ran through the woods,

Face covered by a hood,

The smell of fresh , crisp air,

forest animals giving me a scare,

I am running my fastest,

Not able to see without my glasses,

I am running in fear,

Face covered in tears,

For the people of this land do not want me here,

I do not know why they do not want me here,

I was not hurting anyone,

I was just wandering along, when I saw one,

One of them,

They tried to chase me,

And now everywhere I go,

I feel that no one will ever know,

Know the true me,

I think they will all just chase me along,

For I do not think that there is anywhere that I belong.

I am from corner stores and pokemon cards,
From cheap McDonalds toys and tootsie pops,
I am from Brittany Spears and N-Sync ,
From a second story home and a junky Dodge Charger,
I am from jumping in leaf piles and broomstick hockey.

I am from “Space Jam” and Michael Jordan,
From Christina Aguilera and Shania Twain, from
“I know you are but what am I” and the old school
Boston Celtics with Antoine Walker and Paul Pierce.

I am from head surgery as a baby and the rugrats,
From BYSA soccer and the Backstreet Boys, also
From footsie pajamas, fake Santa’s and coco puffs.

I AM FROM ME.

Last year when the Woodstock students came back from Peru, I thought a lot about what an incredible opportunity it would be to be a part of such a worthy cause. We take so much in life for granted, participating in the Peru adventure, would be an opportunity for me to help people in need. I have always wanted to see the Amazon river and the rain forest and who knows how long the rain forest will still be there, I would like to try to see it now before it all disappears.

Last year when the Woodstock students came back from Peru, I thought a lot about what an incredible opportunity it would be to be a part of such a worthy cause. We take so much in life for granted, participating in the Peru adventure, would be an opportunity for me to help people in need. I have always wanted to see the Amazon river and the rain forest and who knows how long the rain forest will still be there, I would like to try to see it now before it all disappears.

By Poulima Juston
Rutland High School, Grade 10

I could talk to you forever, hours of end
You're the love of my life, not to mention my friend
This love, is irrepressible, it can't be held back
They say this love hurts, but to me it ain't a fact
To me it's fiction
And honestly if you listen
You'll see there's probably somethin' that i'm missin'
The truth is this is really what i'm wishin, for
This love, is what I hope to see when i come through the door
A perfect relationship filled with warmth, love, kisses and more
A love like this is what i'm searchin' for
This love, has caused me to feel so infatuated
This love, caused my heart to become over saturated
With love
The feelin' that connects every single soul
So if you got this love don't ever let it go

By Poulima Juston
Rutland High School, Grade 10

What would i be
If there's anything i could be
I would be a number 23 RB
Shootin spins and jukes up on the NE
Havin people say, "Damn, that kid crazy!"
Because I am
And not because they're standin' next to me
And hopefully, that can be a reality
If that dont work out dont know what I'm gonna be
So I'm trippin' bout if it's gonna be the end of me
Most people decide to lay back, take it easy
But that just ain't how life be
Life is hard especially
If you just got 80's and don't know what you wanna be
What you're good at, or what you're good for
Wanting to do the one thing that you truly adore
But unsure of what it is, probably end up mopping the floor
Or making sum doors
Or doing some chores
But that is not what I stand here for
I stand for shooting the stars, having so much more
And when i get it
Will be when i sit
Till then I will remain, with my legs stiff as I spit

Tick,
there goes the sky.
Turned black by the thickining fog.

Tock,
The river's are polluted
and are swarming
with dead fish.
Floating on the surface,
like icing on a cake.

tick,
the world is getting hotter,
day by day.
Soon the icecaps will melt,
and leave nothing,
but pooling water.

tock,
there goes the stars.
they were dazzling in their beauty,
but now,
are nonexisistent,
and listless.

tick,
there goes the day

tock,
Here comes the night

tick,
there goes the moon

tock,
here comes the hot,

tick,
there goes the world...

Election Limerick

By Danielle Brooke
Chelsea Public School, Grade 10

Many people are ready to push
Out of office old President Bush
Too many mistakes
This president makes
He'll soon be kicked out on his tush.

They try to tell me I’m too young,
And that this can’t be real,
But if this isn’t love,
What is it that I feel?

When I see your adorable smile,
It brightens my entire day,
When I look into your gorgeous green eyes,
All my pain seems to slip away.

When you wrap your arms around me,
I wish you’d never let me go,
For you I would do anything,
To let my feelings show.

When we kiss, I get butterflies,
When we touch I begin to melt,
Baby, these feelings that I feel for you,
Are like none I’ve ever felt.

They try to tell me I’m too young,
And that these feelings can’t be true,
But I don’t care, what they say,
Because I know I’m in love with you.

At the end of fourth grade, my parents made a decision that changed my life forever; they enrolled me in summer theatre. I won the part of rainbow and porcupine and had a great time learning about the craft of theatre and meeting some nice people. Ever since, I have been heavily involved. I have been featured in roles such as an orphan in Annie, an owl in Pinocchio, spring in King Arthur’s Christmas and many more wonderful and intellectually challenging roles. Theatre gives me a chance to think about the problems of the world(s) in any given play and develop my mind more by listening to my peers and having creative discussions. Theatre was the best discovery that was made.

i.
I used to dream of sailing a floating library
down the river, down to Lake Champlain.
I’d live among the books, lay beside the stacks
and frame the perfect stars in skyscrapers of pages

and maybe, if I climbed all the way
up one of the ladders with wheels at the base—

I could touch the sky, breathe in blue,
discover finally exactly how clouds taste:—

like sugar, I was certain: cotton candy spun
from sunlight, wound around the vapor-trails
of planes. Never mind they’re just water.

Clouds taste like dreams.

ii.
I lost myself in books. Hours spent
stretched out flat on my rust-red carpet,
bookmark in my mouth, eyes intent
on the times new roman exploits
of Charlie and his chocolate factory,
Ella and her curse, Howl’s castle

while the gray Vermont rain
streaked the window, trying to get in.

I kept my window closed.
Reality was not allowed
in this ink-scented paradise
of not here.

iii.
But characters in books cannot talk.