May 15
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Letters from the City

Sophia Jane, of Glenwood, Maine, was accepted into Madam’s Art School for Girls in Augusta, Maine. She said her goodbyes to her family and went right away. As she sat in her dorm room, on her fluffy bed, she wished to talk to her family. And so, she grabbed her pen and paper and started to write. She wrote to her Mother.

Dear Mother,
I am enjoying school so much, but I'm writing to you, because I wish to have a connection with the bright, sunny hills of Glenwood, and our little humble home. It is so different here in the city. I have made new friends. Lots of them too. But tell Marie, she will always be my favorite.
Becky and I are to go to the Cafe after school.
Enough about me. How about you? How is home life? How is old Grandpa doing. How is Father? How are my dear two sisters?
Please, if you receive this, write me back. 
Your Daughter,
Sophia Jane
May 15
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Birds

As I stare out my window 

On this lovely spring day, I hear

The sounds of birds singing a lovely song.

I sit down on my bed, and I open my window sill.

I imagine all the things the birds are singing about.

I pictured summer mornings, where the sun was shining bright.

I imagined red roses, and bees flying by.

As I sat here, a blue bird flew by, singing its song.

I may never know what its about, but only that it is the 

Sound of Nature.



Tegan Miller
Grade 5
Killington Elementary School

 
Apr 30
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The Moral of the Lorax

The moral of the Lorax is quite simple you see,

The moral is merely don’t be so cash hungry.

Protect the Earth with sympathy and care,

So this world won’t be a pure nightmare.

And if you are cash hungry you see,

Earth could turn out like the Truffula tree.



Adelle Danilchick
Grade 5
Killington Elementary School
 
Apr 22
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Never Put a Fork in the Microwave

 It truly was a sad day, when I exploded the microwave.

I thought my spaghetti was just too cold, so I went with my spaghetti and fork. I should have thought more about my actions, but it was too late when the microwave exploded.  There was spaghetti in my hair, in my mouth, and all squashed in my clothes. And that's why you don't put a fork in the microwave.

Tegan Miller
Grade 5
Killington Elementary School

 
Apr 21
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Ms. Macaroni

Ms.Macaroni

Ms. Macaroni was rather strange. With her donut dress, and her pasta hat. She outstranged Mr. Yogurt and Mrs. Strive. She always ate her burgers still alive. And she’d rather her candy with nuts, deep fried. And she could sleep like a curled up cat.

Ms. Macaroni was rather strange. She was only about 1 foot high. She outstranged Lil Chicken and Ms. Jig. She always ate her veggies with purple fuzz. And she'd rather have oranges with yogurt pies.

Ms. Macaroni is rather strange, but we’ll always love her just the same.



Tegan Miller
Grade 5
Killington Elementary School

 
Apr 10
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The Poem That Does Not Rhyme

What is a poem that does not rhyme?

Many things.

It can be a statement that is true or false.

It can merely be a question.

It can be something that strikes fear in your heart.

It can be something that makes you feel thankful.

It can be something that makes you laugh,

Or maybe even cry.

Well this might be a bit different from my other pieces of work,

But a poem that doesn’t rhyme is just as important as a poem that does.



Adelle Danilchick
Grade 5
Killington Elementary School
 
Apr 10
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Listening

Listen

Listen up,

I hope that you're ready to listen up.

We’ve got many things to do,

So quit your dilly-dallying.

You have no clue,

What you can do,

When you listen to,

Not you, 

But ME.


Adelle Danilchick
Grade 5
Killington Elementary School

 
Apr 08
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Through My Kitten Eyes

Through My Kittens Eyes

As my Kitten, chewed on string, and I pulled it from his mouth, I couldn't 

Help but imagine life, through my kittens eyes.

What about the cat food is so appealing to him?

Why does he lay on my lap, and let me grab his little hand?

Why would he rub his face against every corner he meets?

Why would he run away from anything that is noisy?

As I wonder, I look down at him, and feel like he’s trying to tell me something.

I guess I’ll really never see through my kitten's eyes.

Tegan Miller
Grade 5
Killington Elementary School

 
Apr 08
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My Little Cottage

I always like to sit in my corner and imagine. 

I imagine a little cottage in the middle of the woods, just waiting

 to be found. And when I step inside, the lovely aroma of the hearth welcomes me in. 

I picture a little room with a desk, and an open window with the sun shining through. As I peer out the window, I see a wonderful stream, with fish in it.

I imagine sitting at the desk, and wishing that I would never have to leave the little cottage. But as my mom calls me for dinner, I venture through the woods, and back to the real world.


Tegan Miller
Grade 5
Killington Elementary School
 
Apr 04
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Lost


Lost somewhere can't be seen,

Lost anywhere please help me,

Lost somewhere follow the trails,

Sink into the trails can't be seen,

Finally home happy as can be.


William Bisceglia
Grade 5
Killington Elementary School

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