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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'

By Leah Thomas
Woodstock Union High School, Grade 10

Soaring through the Endless Sky
Wings Unfolded Stretched Wide
Seeing more with the naked eye
A Fresh view to the Ocean’s Tide
A New Experience, a New Life
The Powers Given To Me
As Delicate as Knife
I scream with glee
The Fun of It
To Be Free

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By Kacie Collins
Woodstock Union High School, Grade 10

They stand around me
Staring
Staring
Staring
To them each crack of the whip is just another laugh
The pain a grand ol’ time
Each Tear that I hold in another crack of laughter they let out
The whip eats away at my skin as the sight of me eats away at their will power
For them to not loose all their minds laughing

World War II

By Will Roberts
Fairfield Center School, Grade 8

That was scary,
During the war,
With the missiles and bombs,
And bullets galore.

The quality of our armor,
Was bad, almost nil,
But we still went on fighting,
‘Cause there were Germans to kill.

Hitler was a coward;
He shot himself in the head,
Because he was surrounded,
And his troops were lying dead.

Peace Power

By Antonina Marie DiNatale
Woodstock Union High School, Grade 12

A power much greater than anything else
A force which no one can defy
Not one to be simply put on a shelf
Or in a book surrounded by a lie.
A magic not for a fairy tale or elf
But only seen in the beholder's eye
A power that's bigger, not just a crease
A power to bring everyone happiness

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By Timothy LaCombe
Oxbow High School, Grade 12

Through all the years that I may live
What is, quite simply is,
The god of which resides in form.
What simply is, he is.

And yet without a single doubt
His name could not be named
And though his home is built in form
His face could not be framed

And he, my friend, is what I want
To grasp in gloves of steel --

By Shannon Page
Oxbow High School, Grade 10

Arise my bloodied soldier now,
I’ll wake you with my eyes.
You can continue where you left,
You’ll be the last who dies.

Arise my broken baby now,
I’ll help you breathe once more.
You can start where you failed at first,
You’ll leave behind the gore.

Arise my sunken sailor now,
I’ll bring you from the depths.

From Another's Eyes

By Michelle Ballou
Woodstock Union High School, Grade 10

By Maddie Gilbert
Woodstock Union High School, Grade 10

She looked at the girl, me
Standing behind the starting blocks,
Staring at the tiled pool deck,
Eyes locked on the ground.

Goggles strapped tightly around her head
Concentrating on the churning water of other swimmers in front of her.
Arms crossed over her chest,
Standing calmly, waiting.

What’s going on in her head?

The Strength of Superpowers

By Melissa Werle
Woodstock Union High School, Grade 10

Would superpowers save the world?
The strength to rescue damsels in distress
The intelligence to cure all evil
The speed to avoid disaster.

Would these be enough to make everything right?
If we had superpowers, would ordinary problems be curable?
Could we solve a conflict with a friend,

By Halley Petersen
Woodstock Union High School, Grade 10

To some the change is better
To others it is worse
Some see the ocean as deep blue
Others as a shade of green
For some the wind is in their face
For others at their back
The way that everything appears
Depends on where you stand.

Life

By Sarah Levine
The Grammar School, Grade 8

I don't understand
You stopped talking
Like always
But this time is different
This time is deadly
You promised you'd stay with me
Forever
And you always said
You were a man of your word
But there's a first time for everything
You always said that, too
I watch you gravely
Lying immobile in this abyss of
Starched white
Machines beeping their language
Of beeps
Seeming to count down the
Seconds
Until you're gone
A machine gives a long beep
And with a last wish
You are no longer
A man of your word.

Power

By Louis Sullivan
Lyman C. Hunt Middle School, Grade 8

Dreams end abruptly as my eyes flick open. Something’s wrong but I can’t put my finger on it just yet. I’ve got a headache, that’s it, a splitting headache. Why?

It's Funny

By Miranda Scott
Montpelier High School, Grade 9

It's funny how I see you.
You're better, you're stronger.
I'm weaker, a failure.

It's funny how you see me.
I'm cooler, I'm happier.
You're lonely, you're lost.

It's funny how we see the world
Differently, strangely.
It's funny how we both suffer
with envy, with hate.