week21-08

Brandon Sweet, a senior at Essex High School, says this about his photograph: “I took the picture of the tractor because I am a farmer, and I love the look of old equipment. I see these things every day, and I wanted to view them from a different perspective. I work on a 700-cow dairy farm.

Brandon Sweet, a senior at Essex High School, says this about his photograph: “I took the picture of the tractor because I am a farmer, and I love the look of old equipment. I see these things every day, and I wanted to view them from a different perspective. I work on a 700-cow dairy farm. We milk 300 of them; the rest are dry cows and heifers. Usually I milk cows.

The Day's End

By Nathan Beauregard
Benson Village School, Grade 8

The Days End

I can’t believe the day is out!
I feel like a child,
On Christmas morn.
Only 5minutes left.

By Leah Thomas
Woodstock Union High School, Grade 10

Mr Bush,

Our Suffering Mother

By Emma Redden
Leland and Gray Union High School, Grade 10

Our precious ground
is melting, freezing,
dissolving, congealing.
We are the sole protagonists,
the sole antagonists.
We are the only creators,
and the only opposers.
We hold signs
to make our concern public
and yet we drive cars to that rally.
We use low energy light bulbs,

Cease Global Warming!

By Ryan McEntee
Ferrisburgh Central School , Grade 5

Do you want to make a difference in the world? I am
writing to you because I think global warming is real and that we need
to take some action by carpooling and by turning off the lights when
you are not using them. Carbon dioxide in the air causes greenhouse

Our Future Planet

By Alicia Cerasoli
Hartford Memorial Middle School, Grade 8

I sit at the table,
Waiting.
A glazed looking white bowl sits in front of me.
My Edy’s green Mint Chocolate-Chip ice cream
Stares back.
Green melts away,
Far, far away.
Running
Just to reach the perfect white deep bottom.
A beam of sun falls in the backyard window
Onto the ice cream,

Evidence

By Emma Seaver
Hartford Memorial Middle School, Grade 8

It’s what we leave behind.
Sometimes people find it,
even if you don’t want them to.
Evidence is proof of your presence,
your doing,
your actions.

Evidence

By Makenzie Baker
Hartford Memorial Middle School, Grade 8

Many bloody footsteps leaving a dead body behind.
Blood splattered from the ceiling fan to the cobwebbed vent.
There was a strong smell of leftover candle wax
a gun tilted to the side with fingerprints all over.
The killer suspect is found with so many clues and evidence.

Evidence

By Travis Near
Hartford Memorial Middle School, Grade 8

There is no evidence,
That I'm innocent.
There is no evidence,
That I'm guilty.
My rights say,
Innocent until proven guilty,
My town says,
Guilty until proven innocent.
They have no evidence to lean on,
However neither do I.
My word is the only thing,
My lawyer has,
To defend my rights,
And also my freedom.

Evidence

By Miles Latham
Hartford Memorial Middle School, Grade 8

Evidence is a mighty thing.
It can save a convict's life,
And it can put an honest man in jail.
It can solve an ancient crime,
And it can get a poor chap off bail.
But the real mystery
Is not whether evidence has stood the test of time--
But whether time has stood the test of evidence.

Global Warming

By Laura Voelker-Hebert
Hartford Memorial Middle School, Grade 8

I’m in charge.
You’ll do as I say.
I’ll make you fight in war,
And pay more and more…
But not anymore.
I’m not the old president,
The one who cares for nothing but himself.
But to set things straight,
You have to obey…
Walk instead of drive.
Stop depending on your car.
You’re strong.

Evidence

By Paul Detzer
Hartford Memorial Middle School, Grade 8

Evidence… all I need is evidence…

The senior detective looked throughout the victim’s home. He didn’t really care about this case or another case for that matter.

Global Warming

By Bailey Walker
Home School, Grade 8

The world
Is shrinking
And dying
Before our eyes,
But we all seem
To be blind

And

How did
The blind man
Break his leg?
He didn't see
That rock
In his way.

We can't see
What is wrong

Because we're
So caught up
In the darkness

We have
C
R
E
A
T
E
D

By ourselves.

What do you do
When there is

Evidence

By Bailey Walker
Home Schooled, Grade 8

The parties
Late at night

When you leave
Me at home
Alone.

The excuses
To miss my lips
As I go to
Kiss you

And the lipstick
Stains on
Your shirt

Can all be counted
As evidence

That you don't
Love me anymore.

Lasting Evidence

By Melissa Soule
Leland and Gray Union High School, Grade 9

An abandoned home; a heinous crime.
Yet, neither decrepit nor unused,
Still caressed gently by the roiling waves, full of watery passions.

Swiftly tilting spirals dance,
Their patterns dizzy from turning in the sea,
Swinging about in raucous circles.

A hard, pointed pinnacle,

Global Warming

By Daley Crowley
Rochester High School, Grade 9

Is Our World Getting Warmer?

The beginning of Vermont’s winter was extra warm this year. December’s average temperature was 31.7 degrees. In December of 1998 the average temperature was 15 degrees. Global Warming? Or just uncommonly warm weather?

By Christie
Mount Saint Joseph Academy, Grade 9

Global Warming
If I was the president,
I would get rid of pollution,
I would make our world healthy,
I would try to make peace with everyone,
I would bring our world together to help each other,
To stop starvation,
I don’t believe in global warming,
So my pain focuses are pollution, starvation, and peace.

November Day

By Bridget Iverson
Mount Mansfield Union High School, Grade 9

I'm fairly certain
Water shouldn't be this hot.
Fish probably
Would've evolved
Differently
If the ocean started boiling
Often.
And the seaweed rising to the surface
Doesn't look very
Alive.
Giant pockets of air
Are erupting around
The legs of the dock
And tossing my boat
From side to side.

The Mysterious Hole

By Caitlyn Abbott
Fairfield Center School, Grade 7

Have you ever had to solve a mystery? If you have, then you know that the evidence and clues are not easy to find. One day we came home and found a hole in our front yard. It was too big to be a mole. Without any clues or evidence, we decided to fill it back in. The next morning, it was there again.

The Case of the Broken Window

By Samantha Burns
Fairfield Center School, Grade 8

The judge is there
The jury’s ready
Show the evidence
Talk nice and steady

The ball is present
The window smashed
Busted, broken, bashed

Say “oh no” I do not lie
If only Johnny caught the pop-fly
We would not be in such a mess
With the evidence, easy to test

Global Cooling

By Celsey Lumbra
Fairfield Center School, Grade 8

For if I had a magic wand,
The solution would be easy.
I would decline the current temperature,
The Earth would become a bit breezy.

There would be no work to do,
Global warming would be solved.
I would reverse the heating up,
And Global Cooling would evolve.

No recycling, no hybrid cars,

You Shouldn't Be Afraid

By Miranda Scott
Montpelier High School, Grade 9

Global Warming

By Jay Vinci
Dummerston School, Grade 8

Brotherly Love

By Tim Mack
Mill River Union High School, Grade 10

John Mitchell sat in a large courtroom. The steady hum of anticipating
conversation was thick in the air. He worked for a car insurance
company called E.R.K. It was a small company that had started ten
years ago. Wanting to grab a large amount of costumers very fast,

Life Lost

By Rose Wunrow
U-32 Middle School, Grade 8

I felt the starlight in my hair, the moon upon my cheek,
The smoke upon the steeple, the ice beside the creek,
I heard a whisper of the night, and the dreams upon the day
I heard the aspen tell the oak someone special died today.

I saw the tears the river shed, and the willow weep in wonder,
I saw the mountains stop and listen, and the magpie halt its plunder,
I tasted salt upon the ashes of a fire out at sea,
I tasted blood beneath the breeze, and the end of history -

Who has died today, I wonder? Anyone that I should know?
For though the world mourns in silence, its pain begins to show -
I ask the birds, yet they turn, and fly in misery
Calling someone, someone, who is lost into the sea.

Then I realize and my heart begins to stammer, and stutter
And the shock is so complete that the earth begins to flutter
And the tears are falling silent as the sky above my head,