week9-08

By Moya Cavanagh
Browns River Middle School, Grade 8

In the darkened
Cloak of night
I hear their voices
Speaking.

Everyday Magic

By Sierra Hutt
Woodstock Union High School, Grade 10

Uncontrollable giggles
Singing out loud
Dancing to the radio
Listening to the sound
Of a bubbling brook
The voice of a friend
Falling snowflakes
On your nose
Kayaking on
A late summer lake
The rustle of the leaves
Hands intertwine
The smell of baked cookies
The irreplaceable times
Of everyday magic

By Teko Wilson
JJ Flynn Elementary School, Grade 2

Once upon a time, there was a ghost. The ghost’s house was scary. A little girl named Teko came to the ghost’s house and she was scared. She screamed because a ghost said, “Boo!” Then she ran home. Then a thunderstorm came and scared everybody at Teko’s house. They locked the door so the water wouldn’t come in their house. The ghost was scared, too!

Ghosts

By Adam Allegretta
Charlotte Central School, Grade 8

John Abraham got up every morning for work at 4:00 AM sharp for his shift at the lighthouse. He worked for fifteen hours and lived in a one room house on the beach near the lighthouse with his wife Sharon. They had no kids because it would probably be too crowded. The day started like every other day. John got out of bed, walked four steps past his 2x2 table, and started his coffee. He rubbed his eyes and let out a loud yawn. His wife stirred in the bed and he reached for yesterday’s paper and read: Ghost Sightings Reported All Across Town.

'Til Death Do Us Part

By Shannon Page
Oxbow High School, Grade 10

His head is bowed and he sits alone
He lingers here even when no one is home
All alone he simply stays
Sitting still for countless days
The children pass him without a glance
The sad eyed daughter stares past but by chance

His hazel eyes stare through to her soul
He sees things that others just don’t know

By Kacie Collins
Woodstock Union High School, Grade 10

You may not know about them, even be aware of them, even think about them, but boy oh, boy, do they know about you. As you silently go about the everyday business of your ordinary life they’re there. Through the smiles, the laugher, the gains, the losses, the beginnings, the ends you silently make their home yours. You probably don’t even know a thing about them, haven’t even heard of them and yet you’re living the life the same place they did theirs.

Tiny Ghosts

By Jessy Davenport
Woodstock Union High School, Grade 10

Hovering bed sheets in the dark night air...linger like fog,
one night a year. regular sheets are transformed, to a masterful disguise.
Cloaking giggling children.
Jagged, sagging holes revealing the tiny ghosts inside.
Arms held upright, with bags full of cherished treats

For a Friend

By Julie Boyd
Woodstock Union High School, Grade 10

I’m sitting alone at a table in the library staring at the book I’m supposedly reading, but not taking in a word because my mind has wandered away from English and onto a friend. My mind stays on this friend for so long that I completely forget where I had stopped in the text. I gaze back at the wordless letters floating on the page and suddenly they no longer resemble letters or words of any sort. They’ve formed a picture of a soft, gentle and loving face. The face of a friend, and once again my mind has wandered upon an unwanted territory including a friend I love.

Blue Lights

By Celsey Lumbra
Fairfield Center School, Grade 8

“Oh man, my mom’s gonna kill me! We should have left earlier, she said I had to be home at nine since it’s a school night.”

By Caitlin Bernard
Woodstock Union High School, Grade 10

A simple touch and the air steals her breath
she is falling
gone from existence, from love and home
I hear her calling, but her smile I see not
“Shhhhh”, it’s the wind, and it carries her ghost.
Alone, afraid, concealed
just under the wind’s light breath that was once her own.
Fly away, dear love, fly away.

My Magical World

By Miranda Shepard
Rochester High School, Grade 9

I lay my head down on my pillow,
And the world becomes a haze,
I open my eyes to see everything different,
I smile with such ablaze.

This world is very different,
Too good to ever be,
It’s almost magical,
All the differences that I see.

Alpaca’s speak English,
Pigs can fly,
Trees grow money,

This is For You

By Liz Spier
Mount Mansfield Union High School, Grade 11

each star blossoming with a sullen rose,
the smile melts and fades into pure light,
twisting and turning about the flesh,
each thorn prickling the memories swirling above your head,
and you, dancing peacefully in the floating fashion,
your hair whipping around in a laughing shower of rain,

An Autumn Hike

By Emily Patch
Rutland High School, Grade 11

Have I ever seen a ghost? Of course I have. I see them all of the time. I’m not normal in that sense. There’s a few that even live at my house, but they don’t harm anything. They just go about their day like I do, and no one ever notices them, except me of course. They are like a see-though extension of my regular family. There was this one time though, that a couple of my friends and I saw a ghost. That’s the story I’ll tell.