week26-08
Newspaper Series -- Week 26
Submitted by ggevalt on March 25, 2008 - 10:14.WEEK 26 -- March 25
UPCOMING DEADLINES: Fear. What’s yours? How do you deal with it? Alternate: Fishing. Write about your favorite fishing spot, the “one that got away,” or another fishing tale.
Note: Deadline has been extended to March 28 for FARMING and GREEN prompts. Cash and cheese to winners of farming prompt courtesy of Cabot Cheese.
Schedule of 2008 Prompts.
PUBLISHED THIS WEEK: Beginnings and Mud
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Index of past weeks' pages.
Student content published on Tuesdays in Brattleboro Reformer, Times Argus, Rutland Herald and The Valley News and Tuesdays and Thursdays in The Burlington Free Press.
Observing in Detail: An Artist's Beginnings
Submitted by Melissa Soule on February 28, 2008 - 19:40.Observing in Detail: An Artist's Beginnings
By Melissa Soule
Leland and Gray Union High School, Grade 9
Time creeps by, each tranquil moment
Carving a deep notch in passing life;
Like masterful hands divining a wooden face,
Unveiling an orange sky by pulling back the cloudy blue peel.
The water, timelessly aged upon the earth,
Remember
Submitted by Melissa Soule on February 28, 2008 - 18:44.Remember
By Melissa Soule
Leland and Gray Union High School, Grade 9
This is a found poem, with the first two lines an excerpt from Joy Harjo's " Remember". Born May 9, 1951 in Tulsa, Oklahoma, Joy Harjo is an enrolled member of the Muscogee tribe . She is now working as an writer and instrumentalist, performing her own music and teaching at the University of New Mexico in Albuquerque.
Beginning
Submitted by faughnanc on February 27, 2008 - 17:01.Beginning
By Miles Latham
Hartford Memorial Middle School, Grade 8
Was there ever a beginning of time?
Perhaps our universe has existed forever.
Maybe the concept of time as we know it is eternal,
Going on ceaselessly,
With no end in sight:
From the past and into the future.
The present may be a barely perceptual moment
On the path of perpetuity.
In the Beginning
Submitted by faughnanc on February 27, 2008 - 16:57.In the Beginning
By Abby Chretien
Hartford Memorial Middle School, Grade 8
In the beginning
Everything was great.
It felt amazing to like someone who
Seemed to like me back.
You made me laugh
On those terrible days that made me cry,
And you always made me feel good about myself
Because you knew how I really felt.
But in the end
The secrets,
Laughter,
Mud
Submitted by faughnanc on February 27, 2008 - 15:27.Mud
By Emily Fariel
Hartford Memorial Middle School, Grade 8
Squish, squish,
I hear
As my bare feet
Imprint the spongy mud.
Squish, squish,
I see
As my toes slowly sink down,
every step I take.
Squish, squish,
I feel
As I shiver.
The slimy, cold mud
Enveloping my feet,
the closer I get to the water.
Squish, squish,
I smell
Leftover iron
From years of dumping waste
Mud Haiku
Submitted by faughnanc on February 27, 2008 - 14:18.Mud Haiku
By Molly Mead
Hartford Memorial Middle School, Grade 8
Rain, drip drops on the
Softened dirt, soon to become,
Just a puddle. Mud.
The Beginning of the End
Submitted by faughnanc on February 27, 2008 - 14:13.The beginning of the End
By Rebecca White
Hartford Memorial Middle School, Grade 8
The way I see you
standing over
Me
I know it’s just the
beginning.
The air goes cold and
my blood beats
faster.
Pumping through me like
fire through
a frozen world.
You scream and yell,
calling me those
hideous names.
Saying I am useless,
reckless,
nothing but a flea to you.
Beginning
Submitted by faughnanc on February 27, 2008 - 14:11.Beginning
By Jenn Clark
Hartford Memorial Middle School, Grade 8
Everything has a beginning.
Life, stories, school, love.
But sadly, everything has an end, too.
I could do with everything ending at some point,
Everything except love, that is.
I don’t think I could live without the smiles,
Butterflies, hugs, and kisses.
Right now in my life I could have fallen for anybody
In the Beginning
Submitted by faughnanc on February 27, 2008 - 12:08.In the Beginning
By Patric Roberts
Hartford Memorial Middle School, Grade 7
Beginning
Submitted by faughnanc on February 27, 2008 - 09:12.Beginning
By Alexis Baun
Hartford Memorial Middle School, Grade 7
In the beginning you were growing,
Like all babies do.
Inside mamma’s tummy,
I loved you.
In the beginning I was excited
To have a sibling,
Inside mamma’s tummy
I loved you.
In the beginning I was wondering,
What you would be like?
Inside mamma’s tummy,
I loved you.
Then you came all small and happy
My Sister's Cure
Submitted by freckles on February 26, 2008 - 20:21.My Sister's Cure
By Sophie Homans
Camels Hump Middle School, Grade 5
Start
Submitted by teenteltwin1 on February 23, 2008 - 16:31.Start
By Michelle Ballou
Woodstock Union High School, Grade 10
START
I messed up.
So did you.
I tried to fix it,
But no band-aid could mend this horrible wound.
You stopped talking,
I was miserable.
You tried to fix it,
I could not forgive the pain you put me through.
They were sad,
We were not the same.
They tried to fix us,
Faces Behind Voices
Submitted by greenie on February 23, 2008 - 13:21.Beginning
By Misha Kydd
Mount Mansfield Union High School, Grade 9
A ripple of music
Waves across the room,
Slamming her ears
And causing her head
To snap back,
Involuntarily.
It's too much,
Obnoxious and pushy.
Bobbing heads shuffle
To songs
She's never heard of,
And never wants to hear
Again.
All she wants
Is to be gone,
There are too many voices,
And too many faces,
Mud
Submitted by pamcyr on February 22, 2008 - 13:44.Mud
By Hila Saxe
Shelburne Community School, Grade 5
The oozing brown mud
Slides like a snake
Into my shoes.
The smell of it,
Wet, bitter and sweet,
Gentle, tangy,
All at the same time.
As I walk, brown rain flying
Up, not down,
Splatters my upper body.
Already there is
Dry, crusty mud
Clinging to my face,
And now there is more.
Brown puddles
Litter the ground.
