Oct 18
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A Quiet Winter Day

The snow crunches softly beneath my boots as I trudge up the hill. Small delicate snowflakes land on my fuzzy hat. I tilt my head back to catch them in my mouth. Out of the corner of my eye, a male cardinal dashes from tree to tree, his red feathers bright against the white snow. When I get to the top of the hill, I pause to look around at the snow covered trees, and listen to how peaceful it is. Dropping my sled on the wet snow, I climb on and slide down the hill, going down easily on top of the smooth and icy snow. The cool wind blowing in my face, smiling to myself. Winter makes me feel serene and content.
Apr 30
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The Beach-A Tanka

Apr 29
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Loss is a hard emotion to process

Doesn't matter what you’re losing

Be it a phone, a loved one, or in my case, a dog

You might feel guilty about your decisions that led to loss

Or want to give up on everything

My dog was an important part of my life

And she always will be- even if she's not here

Most people believe that when you die, your gone,

I believe that even if I can’t  see her, though, Kelly is there

She’d follow my mom about, keeping her company

And lick my face, telling me about her day

And in the real world, I would strain

Strain against the divide,  trying to see my dear friend

And even if I won't ever see you again

You'll stay with me and I will stay with you,

Until the end.
Apr 29
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Awakening: Hibernation turns to spring

The snow is reluctant to leave
Trying to cling to each blade of grass
Every limb of the tree
But the grass wants to grow
And the buds want to bloom

The animals feel the daylight change
Their ears, eyes, and nose, are eager to explore the wood
The bear cub spots the first light of day
The newly hatched owl chicks watch from above
Minnows will soon swim in the streams

Spring is here, spring is coming
Spring is finally upon us.

Mar 15
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Dreamed Up

    Last night I had the craziest dream. I dreamed that I was living with this community in the clouds. All of my friends and family were the people who made up my cloud village, but the villages beyond held strange creatures. These things would make awful noises that would confuse and annoy anyone close enough to hear them. For this reason, no one went to the borders of my village-Not only because of the sounds, but also because of the awful stench coming from the strange area.
Feb 07
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All the Pets

My dad let me go to the pet store today.

He said to pick a pet that I wanted.   

I wanted a little hamster that I would name Jerry.

But when I got there, I couldn’t decide.

Did I really want Jerry, or did I a want a spider named Milly?

Or a bunny named Hun?

What about Jake the snake?

I wanted all of them.

I wanted Pink the goldfish,

Lilly the frog,

Bob the pig.

I needed Leo the green parakeet,

Grace the water Dragon,

Cody the Veiled Chameleon,

And Luna, Leah, and Lucy, the Fancy Hermit Crab sisters.

My dad asked me if I really wanted all those pets.

“Are there any pets you don’t like?” he asked me, teasingly.

“Some,” I said, “but those weird ones still need homes, too.”

Aidan the rat needed a home,

So did Claire and Theo, the Veiltail Betta couple,
Dec 21
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Winter Trees

Dec 07
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Dec 02
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The brittle air encases anyone who steps out
The soft snowflakes brush your skin and get stuck in your hair
The winter is beautiful but brutal

The cold came swiftly to Vermont
In early November it was already turning young girl’s cheeks pink

The snow came soon after
Making the state a winter wonderland

Snowball fights were held on the green
Girls against boys, of course

Snow angels are sprinkled in yards
And the big hills had sled marks all over.

Nov 30
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Seventh Grade
    I feel the eyes of the other students blazing through my back. Ms. Delaney is looming over me as a cat does to a mouse. I did do my science homework. It was the first thing I did when I got home yesterday. But alas, I come out of my backpack empty-handed. Ms. Delaney sniffs and sits down at her desk writing what I know is a detention slip. My eyes drift to the yellow and orange lava lamp at her desk. My bloodstream envies its steady and calm flow. Ms. Delaney stands back up and delivers the slip to me.

    “Well then, Mr. Trelloi will be seeing you during detention is his room today.” Ms. Delaney turned away, proceeding on about amphibians and other cold-blooded animals. I don’t hear. I can’t hear. I can’t even think straight. All I hear is one word, echoing throughout my mind and my whole skeleton: Detention.