Apr 03
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Wonderland

I’m lost in this wonderland. We don’t know what is next, so we are left to wonder, and be forced into a lost position. 
All we can do about it, is feel wonder and be lost because it all makes sense at the end. Just wait, and you will see.


Bryson Lawrence
Grade 5
Killington Elementary School
Mar 31
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Lost


I am lost.

I know I mustn't go anywhere.  

Mother was right.

I should have stayed home, but I didn’t listen.



Amelia Hurd
Grade 5
Killington Elementary School
Mar 31
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Carousel

Carousel

Round and round like a horse on a carousel,

We go.

Will I catch up to you?

I can never tell.

But I go.

Chasing after you is like a fairytale.

But oh,

I feel like I'm glued onto this carousel.


Adelle Danilchick
Grade 5
Killington Elementary School

 
Mar 31
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Out of the Cave

Out of the Cave 
Chapter 1

As I walk out of our cave, I see the blue sky. I’ve never been out of the cave before. I was not allowed to, Dad said it was way too dangerous but I still decided that tonight I would sneak out. 
When I got out, the outside word was so cool “What is the blue thing floating in the sky?” I whispered to myself. Then I realized, the floating blue thing IS the sky.
It was early in the morning so Dad and Mom we're still sleeping. I've been planning on this getaway for a week, so I  took notes on when they woke up, how long they slept, and when they fell asleep. If my calculations were right, I will have exactly three hours to explore the outside world before I need to be back in my cave, so they don't see I was missing.
Living in dinosaur ages isn’t exactly the easiest thing. I'm not allowed to be outside and every night my dad would have to stay up three more hours to make sure we are not hurt.
Mar 30
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The Place Love

The Place Love

Some Days, when I feel, you

Need to get away, so I go to my happy place.

It's a place where I go to lay in bed, and think of my favorite things.

I sit and watch the colorful sky, and think, of

The setting sun.

When I picture myself, hiking up a mountain of goals,

and I see myself reach the top, I know

I have conquered my fear, and I can fall asleep.


Tegan Miller
Grade 5, KES
Age 10

 
Feb 11
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The Little Fish

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

 

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