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WEEK EIGHT
The eighth week of the 2007/08 YWP Newspaper Series -- with content published in five daily newspapers in Vermont and New Hampshire -- featured responses to prompts: Super powers and Point of View. Click the image to the left to see or download the Rutland Herald page as a pdf.

Click here for student writing.

Click here for Times Argus or Brattleboro Reformer versions.

See "VISUALS" for more about the photographs.

Click here for index of past weeks' pages.

By Jessica Glodgett
Lake Region Union High School, Grade 12

Dear Daughter,

By Kelly Davis
Woodstock Union High School, Grade 10

Crinkled pages pull me in
To the world of ink that lies within
Swirling and whirling I pull myself out
But I’m somewhere I know nothing about
I look around and what do I see
But a swarm of people surrounding me
They cheer and shout and lift me up
Til I am high up on a mountain top
They yell my name, they scream out loud

By Andrew Dupuis
Woodstock Union High School, Grade 12

I can see the people panic
I know what they fear
When I come around
The people stay inside
When I light up the scene
It may only be for a moment
But it is spectacular
The rain glints like a thousand stars
Blinding and powerful
Then I pass
The rain stops
The sun returns
And the people return outside

High School Lovers

By Sierra Hutt
Woodstock Union High School, Grade 10

Their hands intertwine
Reminiscing the years
Young lovers from high school
Made it through all the tears

Their days are growing shorter
But their love will never fade
Their thoughts are on each other
As they wade through the days

Years of children,
Never appreciating each other
Until now when they realize
Their undeniable love for one another

Their hands intertwine
Reminiscing the years
Young lovers from high school
Made it through all the tears

Super Powers

By Cole Zweber
Charlotte Central School, Grade 8

I wish that I had super powers,
With the ability to fly
With super strength and super speed
And I could hardly die.

I wish that I had super powers,
It just would be so cool
I could turn invisible
And make bad guys look like fools.

I wish that I had super powers
Prosperity I would restore

By Mariah Hill
Charlotte Central School, Grade 8

Stumbling through the thicket I spot an acorn on the hard ground. How odd, I think, they have but one oak tree on this estate. Only birch trees because they match their freshly painted house. They had saved one oak just because of how big it is, and it is located over near the barn, far from here.

By Lena Glickman
Leland and Gray High School, Grade 9

Daddy is gone. Momma might as well be gone. Auntie takes care of us when she can, but as I and Janie have heard her telling Momma, her hands are full as it is. Sometimes we stay nights at Auntie’s, and we squeeze into beds with our cousins, me with Bobby and Martin, and Janie with Mary and Lee and Kat. It’s crowded sometimes, ‘cause the beds aren’t meant to hold three or four people, but we both agree that we like to sleep there better than at home. At home sometimes there are men who Momma says not to talk to, and we have to be quiet and leave the two of them alone. And sometimes Momma forgets to bring back enough food to keep us filled up for the night, and sometimes she yells at us for nothing. And sometimes as we fall asleep I hear Janie crying. We both agree that we would rather stay with Auntie all the time. But her hands are as full as Momma’s are empty of money and food.

Fire

By Isabel Jorgensen
Shelburne Community School, Grade 5

Fire is my skill and strength
The candle in my room
The warmth of winter
The power to destroy a city the size of NYC
The sun on a hot summer’s day that I cherish after a hard ,cold winter
A sunset over a lake
With a fiery glow that finishes off the day perfectly
The lock on my heart
The binding of my soul

Dear Fifth Grade Journal

By Abby Thon
Richmond Elementary School, Grade 4

It was Sunday. We didn’t have to go to church because my older sister Cristy had the flu and had to stay in bed. Cristy was 12 and had long blond hair. She usually wore a purple shirt.
I got up early to see the sun rise. When I got outside it was already starting to rise.

By Missy Greenslit
Rochester High School, Grade 10

My chest is throbbing,
As fast as the thoughts in my head,
I'm a father, in their eyes a success,
But how? I can't move from bed.

Doctors swarming around,
Tears fall from me,
I don't make a sound.
I see her walking towards me.

Watching the machines hooked to me,
Lines jumping and numbers flying.

A Childhood Dream?

By Emma Redden
Leland and Gray High School, Grade 10

When we are little we want to have super strength.
If only we could find the strength to move.

When we are four we want super hearing
so when we draw on the walls of our house,
we can hear the conversation spoken about our
naughty habits and their consequences.

If I Could Fly

By Tory Harrington
Richmond Elementary School, Grade 4

If I could fly,
I would fly high in the sky,
Till I saw Lake Champlain
And the Adirondacks right underneath my eye.

If I could fly,
In the afternoon,
I would go back to the Adirondacks,
Land at a lake and go swimming till the moon.

Why would I like to fly?

By Leonard W. Bartenstein
Christ the King School, Grade 7

Flying through the sky,
sometimes I wonder why
I have these super powers
saving all those precious flowers.
Children and women,
when will it end?
Suddenly stop
when I'm soarin', flyin'
then the drop
fallin', dyin'
I wake up,
flailin', cryin'