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Jan 11

poem challenge: General/Free Write

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I See You

I see the way you pretend not to care - I know you do.
I see it when you wear a facade of flowery sunshine, over your sadness blue.
I see the way you forgive. Say it's okay, but don't forget.
I know how hard you try each day; Open mind and clean slate.
But slates dirty quickly and minds soon close.
Still, the next day I see you do it again.
I see the hope flickering in your eyes when secrets confide in your ears.
I see how you take your time to pick apart the lies they leave you with.
I know you want out of the limbo, and I want it just as much as you.
I can feel the way you hide your hurt, because your hurt is mine too.
We share it together, me and you.
The weight you carry is a lot on your own,
but I see you; You're not alone.

Posted: 01.11.22

Jan 11

poem challenge: General/Free Write

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This Tree is My Space

This is my tree. This tree is where I go when I need space. Space away from the world up up and away. When I am calm and ready, I climb back down. Back down, back to my world.

Posted: 01.11.22

Jan 11

poem challenge: General/Free Write

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My Time

I climb the tree to the tippy top. It is so quiet and peaceful. All I hear is the water rushing and the wind blowing in my hair. I pull out my book and read until the sun goes down. It only feels like it has been two minutes but it has been two hours. Time is slower when I am by the tree.
I hear my name being called and I climb down. I ran home. When I get home I tell my mother what happened at the tree. Then I sit down for our spaghetti dinner.

Posted: 01.11.22

Jan 11

nonfiction challenge: General/Free Write

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A Sad Birch

When we moved to Vermont we had a nice house but when we looked at the windows, it wasn't such a pretty sight. Right outside the window there was a half dead giant birch tree. Over the years it seemed like every time someone said it was ugly, it seemed to get sader and dim. Then the tree got a friend, a baby maple. We agreed to chop it down because it looked ugly next to that pretty maple.
The next day, Dad grabbed the chainsaw and cut it down into pieces that were the same length as me.My sister and I played with the wood and the tree died happily being played with. We still have a large piece of wood that we rolled into the woods. Whenever I see it, I think of the sad birch.

Posted: 01.11.22

Jan 10

poem challenge: General/Free Write

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Snow

Snow is very cold.

Snow is like Ballerinas.

Snow is Beautiful.

Posted: 01.10.22

Jan 10

poem challenge: General/Free Write

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Earth

Earth is a circle.

Earth is the reason we live.

Earth is in danger

Posted: 01.10.22

Jan 10

poem challenge: General/Free Write

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Fire

Fire is higher.

Fire is beautiful like snow.

Fire is dangerous.

Posted: 01.10.22

Jan 10

nonfiction challenge: General/Free Write

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The Swing

I felt excited and nervous at school because I knew I was going to my friend’s house after school. It was the first time that I would get to see her house. It was finally time to leave school and we walked together. My friend's house wasn’t that far, so I wasn’t tired after the walk. There were a couple of trees along the way and we crossed a bridge with a stream beneath it.

Once we got to her house we wanted to swing. I asked her what her swing was made of and she said it was made of wood and some old rope that they had found in their shed. I was having so much fun swinging with her that before we knew it, the sun had set. Now when we go to her house I think of that memory that we had together on her swing.

Posted: 01.10.22

Jan 10

nonfiction challenge: General/Free Write

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Crabapple Blooms

My family and I had just moved to Rutland and we'd moved from Middletown Springs to live somewhere else. When we moved into our new apartment everything was normal and everything was so nice. We had two crab apple trees at the time and I loved the trees with the blossoms and I still do. It is so amazing that trees can have blossoms besides just flowers.

Easter came and I wished for a cat and then when we went back inside and there was a cat right there! The white blossoms became brighter like our new cat’s fur. We named him Charlie, Charlie Brown. He had a big black dot on his head. Over time it disappeared and Charlie became deaf and that's when the tree's blossoms became crab apples.

Posted: 01.10.22

Jan 10

poem challenge: General/Free Write

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The Birch

Beside our house there is birch. It would look like a regular tree to anybody else, but to people in my family, it represents my grandpa. He loved nature so much that his ashes were thrown into his favorite river. When we moved, there was the birch and it stood alone. It was kinda like how Pop stood alone for nature when everybody else stood for electronics. This Is why this birch is so special to me.

Posted: 01.10.22

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