Feb 11
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The Little Fish

Little fish of the deep

Comes out of the water with a leap

His gleaming stare

Says he does care

When you feel weak



Adelle Danilchick
Grade 5, Age 10
 
Feb 10
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One Day I Will Fly

One day I will fly.

But not only physically.

I will leave the nest and reach for the clouds that are my goals,

And get to the moon that is my success.  

I will raise my hands to the sky and dream. 

And when I dream, I will succeed.



Tegan Miller
Grade 5, Age 10
 
Feb 10
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I am

At school, I am another student, learning with my peers.

 At home, I'm one of four people that make a family whole.

With friends, I am a trustworthy person, who can be trusted with deepest secrets and fear.

And to me, I am the unique one and only

me.



Tegan Miller
Grade 5, Age 10
 
Jan 17
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When People Tell Stories That They Just Made Up…

When a person speaks:

“Soooo… once there was a… umm.. There was a girl, and… um.. She lived in.. um.. A water park… yeah, so she… um….. Saw spirits.. Yeah.. and uh.. no one else could see them… and… um.. So.. yeah. 

 

As told in a story:

There once was a girl who lived in a water park, she could see spirits. Although she could see spirits, no one else could see them.


Do you see the difference? Of course you do.


Adelle Danilchick
Age 10

 
Jan 10
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The Mother Look

Mothers have some sort of look that makes all your secrets pour out of you. They’re like mind readers. Kind mind readers, who only want the best for you.

But when dads try to do the same, it looks as if they’re doing the opposite. Attempting to stare right through you, like a window.

Mothers have some sort of look. 

Mothers have The Mother Look.

-Tegan Miller age 10 Killington Elementary

 
Dec 20
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Don't Worry

Don't worry when you do something new
You will meet a new crew
Maybe one or a few

But don't get confused
You can do something new
At home
Or at a building
Don't be dealing with stress

Please don't worry
Or be sorry
I will understand too
 
Dec 20
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Dinner with My Family

Tomorrow I hope to go to KFC.  I’ve always wanted to go there because the food looks so good.  I ask mom and dad to go and they say, “Y-E-S, Yes!”

Five hours later, we are going to KFC. Out of nowhere, Big Chungus, a giant ten feet tall, four feet wide rabbit pushes us off the road.

The car crashes into a rock.  We get out of the car. We are really hungry. We look around and see a rock shaped like a potato.

My sister says, “I’m eating that potato.”

Mom looks down and sees ants carrying a bag of potato chips.  Mom says, “I’m eating those potato chips.”

Dad sees yogurt in the car and says, “I’m eating that yogurt.”

I look around and see a zero star restaurant in the middle of nowhere.  “Instead of eating all that junk, let’s go to that restaurant,” I say.

“What is the name of that restaurant?” my sister asks.

Dad sees a faded away sign.  “I think it says Barney’s Bugs,” Dad says.
Dec 20
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There's No I in Team


It was the day of the relay race, and Lucia was pacing her room with worry. She was extremely fast, so that wasn't what she was worried about. 
    She was worried about her teammate, Charlotte, who was extremely slow. Lucia’s team was going against Justin’s team. Lucia had to come up with a plan. She would not let Charlotte ruin this for her. Not one bit.
    At the race Lucia ran passed Amber. 

“Whoa, Lucia! Watch out!” 

“Sorry” Lucia responded. “Late, late, so late.”

    She finally got there and started to run. She got to Charlotte, and hesitated. Then she ran passed.

“Lucia? Lucia!”

As she ran, her teammates angry cries drowned into the crowd’s cheers. She looked next to her. There Noah, was snickering at her. 

“What happened to your team, Lucia? Did they realize there was no hope?”

Before she could come up with a comeback, Noah passed his stick to Justin.
Dec 20
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Roses

Roses are like me

Bold

Yet quiet

But roses are definitely not like Wyatt

He stomps

And seizes

And breaks

And he never ever covers his sneezes

Roses are like me

Bold

Yet quiet

But roses are definitely not like Wyatt


P.S. I know there is a Wyatt in my school

If you're reading this

This Wyatt is not you

 
Dec 20
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The Clearing

Imagine a place in the woods just for you.

Surrounded by all your favorite flowers, from roses to poppies.  Picture yourself lying on the green grass, rays of sun warming you, like an oven to a pie. 

See yourself, staring up to the flash lights, which are the stars wrapped in a blanket of night sky.

 Picture this, and see that you are one with Mother Nature.

 

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