Poetry anthology 2011 first names

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Invitation By Shel Silverstein If you are a dreamer, come in If you are a dreamer, a wisher, a liar A hope-er, a pray-er, a magic bean buyer… If you’re a pretender, come sit by my fire For we have some flax- golden tales to spin. Come in! Come in! 2010-2011 Poems from the fertile minds of NFS Third, Fourth, and Fifth Graders

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InvitationBy Shel Silverstein

If you are a dreamer, come in

If you are a dreamer, a wisher, a liar

A hope-er, a pray-er, a magic bean buyer…

If you’re a pretender, come sit by my fire

For we have some flax-golden tales to spin.

Come in!

Come in!

2010-2011 Poems from the fertile minds of NFS

Third, Fourth, and Fifth Graders

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Candlelightby Megha

CandlelightI sit down, and rest my eyes on its settled red,

yellow, and blue flamesI admire that untouchable, rough, but not

harmful, little flame I gaze at the blaze that is never transparent

People see a hot bundle of blazing fury…but I see something else

I see a magnificent collection of colors that make perfect harmony

I see a source of fuel that is incredibleIt makes my insides fire up but, yet, I calm

downThe blaze courses through my veins, and pumps sizzling energy into my heart while that magical

flame dances with such rage on the waxed candle

It wakes me up, and I am alert. I’ve never felt so alive!

Keep that candlelight flaming…Keep on flaming Memories

As I take the trains outI pause at one, Thomas,

the one that will be in my memory forever.

When I had a trackI would play with all the trains,

but mostly Thomas,the train that is now fading

in the atticcollecting dust

but still in my memories

Ben

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BASKETBALL BY COLE

BasketballDribbling the ball up the court

The wind in my faceThe basket standing tall with power

I jump up as if to say, “No!”Letting the ball go like a baseball

coming out of my handSpinning through the air like a vortex

Hitting the rim of steelRolling into the net like a fly in a web

It goes in and falls to the groundEverybody cheers

We leaveForgotten

Left under the starsUntil next time

Basketball

Where Poetry HidesBy Elena

Poetry hides deep down in my softball bag

Right next to the dirt at the bottom

Where all the memories of winning and losing

standAfter every game I pack

you up the same wayEvery time

When I either strike out or hit a home-run

you stay there Watching

You congratulate me in awe

Or let me cry inside while packing you up

When you were new I was so excited

for everyone to get matching bags

I feel like we belong all of us

as a team You watch silently

Your big compartments hold all of my stuff

You’re like a watch dog protective

AnguillaBy Maleek

Trees dancing in the windFine weather

in the CaribbeanHot

RelaxingWhite, sandy beaches

Coconut trees almost everywhere you goDestructive hurricanes…

Light blue, translucent ocean

Enjoy my country!!!!!!!

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SnowBy Alice

Tiny little snowflakes,

Drifting from the skyEach little snowflake

differentJust like the children

in the world.

The SeasonsBy Jessica

When summer comes, flowers bloom

Red, yellow, and purple, too

Butterflies roam in the crisp, blue sky

As they fly higher…I wave goodbye

Here comes AutumnLeaves start to fallBare autumn trees

Stand lonely and tall

Winter comes nextWith its cold, white

snow Which drifts with the

whistling wind As it blows

Last, but not least Comes the beautiful

springPollen is everywhere

It makes my eyes sting

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Bob the Purple GnomeBy Evan

Bob is a gnome who wears purple

clothes.He stands next to a rose while the

daffodil dose.Bob has a nose, a round plump nose, And it goes with him with him where

ever he goes. Sometimes he goes to a tree to meet

his friend Mr. Flea.They walk and talk in the street.

They walk to the store to buy candy treats.

Poetry hides in my old skis By Hannah

You’re too small to fit meBut I still keep you close

I learned how to skiOn you

You took it easy on me at firstBut when it was your time,

You kind of just broke.So I understand that I am too

big for you nowBut promise me one thing,You won’t walk off on your

own.

I Wonder About HistoryBy Quinn

I wonder if cavemen had pets?I wonder if dinosaurs liked cheese?I wonder if tea had flees or knees?

I wonder about a lot of things.Most of them will never be

answered.

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A Ride That Was ScaryBy David

I went on a ride that was so scary that I was going to faint!

It went up and up and up and up and up and up and up and up and up and up And then it down! I thought O.M.G.

Then I went, “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” Until I got down

Then I said, “Yyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeessssssssssssssssssssssss

ssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss!” Then I got off and said, “Done!”

PRESSUREBy Liam

Pressure…

I stand at the foul line All eyes on me

Sweat beading on my foreheadMy knees knocking

The winning shot is all on me Victory rests on my shoulders

I stand tall at the lineI get over my fears

I take the shot It spins in the air and comes down…

I close my eyes…

Cheers erupt from the crowd! My team comes to hug me!

“We won, we won!!” my teammates cheer!

FireFire is fast and slow.

It comes out of nothing.

Fire grows on and on.

Joseph

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EasterBy Abby

Easter, Easter, Easter

A day when children run and playBut this is no ordinary day.

They look for eggs in the cabinetsThey look for eggs under the chair

They look for eggs everywhere!Easter, Easter, Easter

All kids like Easter!!!!!!

ClockIt’s mighty yet informative.

It has two hands,One smaller than the other.

Like two brothers of different sizes.

When it sounds a powerful rrr,And alarms the whole house.

Jack

The Letter “R”R is for rabbit,

A rock,And a river.

A road, A robin,

And the rainbow in rain.

Alaina

I Hear Something By Alex

I hear a wolf howling A tiger growling

A cheetah saying, “Hey, how are you

doing?”

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The BeachBy Lizzy

I hear the waves

crashing on the sand, rolling in and out.

I smell the salt water from the ocean.

I see sea shells in the sand and in the ocean.

I taste the cold ice cream from the food stands.

I feel the soft sand slip through my hands.

But mostly I love to hang out with my family!

FireBy Logan

Fire sounds like crackling pop rocks giving hot air to me.

It smells like burning ashes flying up the chimney

being taken with the wind.

LukeBy Luke C.

LuckyUp with the best

KindEnergetic

.

DreamBy Charlotte Heacock and

Pagie

Dream Like Tomorrow Will Never Come

Like The Clouds Will Cover The

LightLike The

Glistening Sun Will Never FallDream Like You Could dance All

Night…

Dream

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FOOTBALLBy John

THE QUARTERBACK THROWS THE BALLIT GOES UP

HIGHER AND HIGHERTHEN IT PAUSESGOING DOWN

FASTER AS IT GOESFIVE INCHES AWAY

GOING DOWNLANDING IN MY ARMS

FEELING LIKE A WEIGHTLESS OBJECTI’M STUNNED HOW LIGHT IT IS

I’M RUNNING FASTER AND FASTERNOTHING IN MY WAY

IT FEELS LIKE I’M FLYING THROUGH THE AIRI PASS THE GOAL LINE

I SCORE!NOTHING CAN STOP MY JOY

HAPPIER THAN EVERWE WIN!

FOOTBALL

FrogsSlimy, slimy, slimy

frogs,Hopping to and fro,

Oh, I bet all frogs wish,

They aren’t those bumpy toads!

Andrew

RainRain comes from the clouds,

Coming down soft, then hard.Then comes a rainbow.

Charlotte

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A Summer DayBy Olivia

Sweat pours off me like a waterfallI hear music playing

“Ice cream!”

The truck darts down the streetThe driver hits the brake with a

screech!

Everyone runs to him likea wild herd of nervous elephants

He asks, “What can I get for you today?”

I walk away licking my snow cone…

“Ahhhh…heaven!”

Green Beauty I watch as his paintbrush

transforms my walls into the depths of the ocean.

The turtle glides and my dolphin whistles.

I hear the melody of the ocean.

Beauty has a new meaning in life,an awareness

that was lacking before.The innocent facesand smooth backs

are always together, a true family.

My dolphin sings entirely for me.The sea turtle strokes just for me.

They live for my happiness.They revolve around the ocean’s melody.

Then the painter comes and takes my two best friends away

forever.They leave the way they came,

under layers of paint,only this time

I can’t bear to watch.

I can still see my turtleswho brought the ocean into my room.

I can still hear my dolphin’s shrill whistlesso unknowing of their fate.

-Kate

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FootballA Cinquain by Nick

FootballWind on my face

The ball soars through the air

I cradle it for a touchdown!Woo-hoo!

WonderBy Luke L.

I wonder if the moon tastes like smelly cheese.

I wonder if there are scary monsters under my bed.

I wonder what heaven looks like.There are lots of things to wonder.

Some we may never find out.

The Donut Of DeathBy Eric

One day I was up in my room

When my dad said,“Hey son I have a surprise for you,”

I sprung down the stairs to get my prize,My dad had a donut in his hand,

I took the donut and ate it,I was now coughing like mad,

I was choking and I also got very sick,I could never recover because the doctors did not have a cure,

And that day I named that donut The Donut of Death.

WinterCold, snowy

Snowing, freezing, playing Chilly, frozen, warm, fun

Tanning, running, relaxingHot, sunny

Summer

By Sam

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Irish DanceBy Sofia

I tap my feet on the stageAnd hold my arms close to my sides

I leap and hover above the floorAs my Irish jumper glistens in the light

Before I know it my dance is doneThey start to clap and cheer

They want moreAnd I don’t want to stop

I’m in the world of Riverdance

Penguinby Ben

I met a penguin on the street.

He was waddling along.

I said, “Hello, Penguin.”

But when he looked at me,

He threw a snowball!

That why now I don’t

Talk to penguins on the street.

Only Fish

I gazed at my new fish.Yes! You brought the best bowl!

Let’s get them into the tank before they die.

We poured the fish into the tank and an hour later one fish was dead!

MOM! What happened to her?!

I… Dunno. We buried her

under the dogwood and moved on.

Each day we lost a fish until they were all gone

except for the ugliest one.Now when I see him swimming,

I know that inwardly he’s laughing

at how easy it had been for him to become

an only fish.

Mia

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The MoonBy Elizabeth

As I sit by my window All of a sudden, the sun goes down A bright, silvery light shines on my

face and the stars come out

It seems that they have been hiding all day

and then they appear It seems like the moon is saying,“It’s all right, you can shine…“

I watch as the silver light hits the glassy water of my pond

It all seems like a dream… The stillness… it’s like twilight

I pinch myself… it’s not a dream I watch… it’s magical

The clock strikes twelve I feel my eyes closing…

I wake up…

I hope it’s like that today.

BaseballBy Maximo

The ball coming towards me as fast as a sports car

I dig my foot in the ground I swing my bat as hard as a jet blast

I crush the ball the wind takes it

moving farther and farther... HOMERUN!

We win! We leave with our heads up high

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JamaicaA Haiku by JP

Palm trees flutteringSun shining unfailingly

Opaque water everywhere

SunshineA Cinquain by Mikayla

SunshineThe shine of light

Collapsing on new grassWaiting for me to come outside

Daylight

IlariaBy Ilaria

I love ice cream Laughing

ActiveRunning

IntelligentAlways around

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Where I’m FromBy Isabella

I’m from looking for rainbows and watching Monsters Inc. just about every day,

To going to Sunday morning church & playing piano for my parents.I’m from playing Super Monkey Ball with my sister to jumping into

leaves in autumn, I’m from swimming in paradise at the Polynesian Resort in Florida to

defeating a dragon at Great Wolf Lodge.I’m from touching the clouds on the swings and setting my lungs on

fire while running fast playing tag, I’m from ripping the wrapping paper to smithereens on Christmas Day

to anticipating surprises in my birthday presents.I’m from reading like a bookworm to doing awesome front-flips on the

diving board during summertime,I’m from almost breaking my back and legs in gymnastics to climbing

like a monkey to places where other kids can’t reach.

From rainbows to climbing, these are the memories I am from.

Thoughtby Jacob

Sitting thereBy myself

Thinking…Feeling…Hearing…Smelling…

Thought

What a wonderfulthing.

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Tritina for Jumping on a Horse by Annika

The first time I was going to jumpa horse, I was nervous that I was going to fall.

The horse, Folly, thought that I was experienced.

I hadn’t experienced this before. I expected to have Folly jump

and for me to fall.

Once I cleared the jump and didn’t fall,I realized that I’m experienced now, and could clear any jump.

I experienced the jump again and knew I wouldn’t fall off.

TrackBy Ann Marie

Speed is the goalWhen I run I feel alive

I run as fast as the windI believe I can beat anybody

When I see the other runners slowing down

That is when I know…

I have to sprint

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Percy JacksonBy Sean

Percy Jackson--Fearless like a godSon of Poseidon

As brave as a tiger protecting its cubs

Always has a planSkilled in swordsmanship

Heroic

Where Poetry HidesBy Cameron

Poetry hides in the oceanThe rumbling of the waves

The cool breezy airThat follows the wave

Poetry is in the salty breezeIt’s in aftertaste of the ocean

Poetry is in the fishThat swim

FreelySilentlyAlone.

Poetry hides inside a shellWhere life once grew

Poetry is even in the sailboatThat drifts along the shore

Poetry is in the water

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Tritina for RainBy Jack

 Rain with all its beautiful wetness

You never harm me.You just make me feel good.

 But how good?

Your spring-green, life-giving wetnessRefreshes me.

Outside I laugh when you fall on meSometimes you bring floods, but that doesn’t affect your

goodYou make joyful puddles of wetness.

 Even with all of your wetness, you only bring me a good

fun life.

Blubber By Nicole

Extra, extra fat, funny, jiggly

Whales have blubber which makes them fat.

Also seals have fat.Blubber makes you super fat.

The end about blubber.

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CandyBy Dixie’Drea C is for caramel delightA is for Almond Joy N is for Nestles CrunchD is for Dum Dums Y is for York Peppermint patties

FlowersBy Charlotte and

Paige

Each One So Different

With Its Own Little Charm

Beautiful...Lovely And Meaning No

Harm

Daisies So Perfect as Yellow As Sun

Buttercups Swaying

Having Much Fun

Pink, Florescent Tulips

Blowing Kisses In The Breeze

While the Violets’ Purple Glow

Answers To The Trees

Charming Cherry Blossoms

So Sweet, So Tiny, and Pink

So Dainty and Delicate

You Would Never Want To Blink

The RushI get out of the car from school

and run into my house as fast as I can.

My au-pair, Kelly told me in the car

that I have an early soccer game. After I get in the house

I get trampled by my puppies.As Logan comes in,

the puppies swarm him.I unpack my bag

and finish my homework.I get all my other things done so fast my head is spinning.

After I am all done I have one more thing,

the game.

Juliana

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Ode to PieBy Owen

Oh pie, your creamy filling is beyond greatness.

Oh pie, you take me away with your awesomeness.

I savor every bite of your deliciousness

I eat slowly and it takes me an eternity to eat you,

As you are the ultimate treat.You are pie!

Ode to Yoshiby Carson

Oh Yoshi, your super fast legs carry baby Mario away from the shy guys

Your tongue can eat hammer bros. hammersYou are so great, you even have an island

Oh Yoshi, you are more awesome than anything else… except for hot fudge sundaes.

A Name

I open the lidand I pull the shoes out of the box.

They are small.I love these shoes.I think about themand when I scored

my first goalwith these shoes.

I was four.I’m still excited

about my first goal.Then I see words,

a name, I couldn’t believe it said my name,Niccolo.WOW !

These are my favorite soccer shoes.I close the lid.

Niccolo

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What Is It? By Emily

My mom comes in the room with a smile on her face.She told us to clean and don’t leave a trace.

So my sister and I look for things we can find but what is it?

What is it is running through our minds? So we went downstairs asking questions like is it fluffy?

My mom opened the door and there was a puppy!

Horseback RidingBy Maddy

The wind whips my hairAs I canter to a cross-rail jump

Fear rings in my ears!

As I land the fear is gone

like snow melting on a sunny day

I give my horse a pat as we canter away.

TeachersTeachers teach you well,

They teach you throughout the day.

Teachers are the best!

Matthew

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Ode to CatsBy Hannah B.

Oh cats, sleeping in your warm soft beds, You meow in an innocent tone,

melting the hearts of cat lovers everywhere.People who think you are a weird ball of fluff

obviously can’t appreciate the feel of your soft fur when everything that day has gone wrong.

You can be as fierce as your wild ancestors, but yet you can be as gentle as a slight breeze of wind.

You smell like the fresh scent of morning, especially when you just came from outside.

Dogs have their bone, and athletes have their trophies,

but I have you, cats.

There is a Dragon Under My Bed by Cole C.

There is a dragon under my bedI can tell from that disgusting dragon drool

I dare not look to see because he will eat me whole

I won’t go to sleep because he’d slither up and eat me

I finally say to myself, Look, you’ll be dinner, anyway…And, to my surprise,

I see my stuffed dragon, Mr. Fire Sneeze!

I drop my midnight drink, the “dragon drool…” and I laugh

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Ode to BooksBy Brooke

Oh books, how knowledgeable you can beEach time I turn the page something new awaits meEach book I finish is forever in my brainI get smarter and smarter each time I pick you upBigger words soaking into my vocabularyI will never forget the beautiful words And your title will be with me forever.

My Grandfather’s GlassesBy Freddy

The reflection in my grandfather’s glasses Glows and bends

Like a wave, Water glistening in the sun

Drowning the amazing gray eyes Behind them.

KATIEKatie loves soccer and

softball.At Pools, Katie likes to dive.The color of her bedroom

walls is purple.In winter, she likes to go

sledding.Every day, she has fun!

Kate

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Seashells

By Deanna

Seashells… little pieces of sunshine

They wash onto the sandy beaches

So magnificent and clean

I love the sound they make washing against the gorgeous ocean

Click…Clack…Click…Clack

Whoosh!

CakeBy Philip

Cake Something I could munch on

foreverBut I mostly only eat it at birthday parties…

That stinks!

Vanilla…chocolate…red velvet They sound like angels singing

Seeing cake get chopped up into tiny pieces

And I’m getting most of it…Shoving it all into my face

But I still wish I could get…

all of that awesome cake.

LucLuc likes soccer!

He is nice and fun!He is athletic!

His favorite animal is a dog!He also likes to watch TV!

Luc

Suzie LouSuzie Lou buckled her shoe

every day and night.Suzie Lou even buckled her

shoe when she was in a fright.

If Suzie Lou didn’t buckle her shoe, it might go

clickety clack all night.Now do you see why Suzie

Lou buckles her shoe?

Serenity

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SummerA Cinquain by Felix

SummerScorching, Muggy

Swimming, Soccer, RelaxingThe Best Season Ever

Vacation

Poetry Between the PagesBy Abigail

I peer at the pages of the bookFeeling the worn cover

Wondering who was the last one to read its wonderful wordsThinking about what happens next

I open the book againThe words overcome my mind

And I suddenly appear in a dense forestI push past some brambles and meet all my friends

Someone calls my name I realize it’s not in my

FantasyIt’s my mom bringing me back to reality

I walk over And clutch my book to my chest

Thinking what will happen when I return.

Building with Lego figures

I like to build with Legos and collect mini figures.

Star Wars, Harry Potter, and even a witch.

I like to mix them up. Ahsoka disguised as a clone trooper.

Harry Potter wearing a witch hat, Lucius Malfoy as a Gryffindor student,

and even Dobby as a Gryffindor student, Harry Potter in Dobby’s outfit.

Well, you get the idea.

Frederick

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My Dress up Box

I walk down the stairsTo my old dress up box. It looks lonely, thrown down, and forgotten about. I walk over to the box and open it.There was every type of clothes you could think of. There were cowgirl clothes,dance recital dresses,and everything in between. It was full of memories from when I was little. I picked up one of the blue sparkly dresses that I wore in my first dace recital. I wish I could sit there all day and look at the outfits.and bring back all of the memories .Once I leave, I see the old box that looks like it was thrown down and forgotten about.

Alyssa

A Flavor Explosion!I start the scavenger huntfor the bag that holds wonderful, different tastes.Finally! I find what I’ve been looking forand ask if anybody wants some.Then I eat one.and the flavor exploded right from the center like an atomic bomb!As my tongue goes numb, I realize it has such a sweet, wonderful taste!How I love Swedish Fish!

Omeed

Little Britches

I look at them.They look so small that I can’t imagine myself in those little britches.But I did wear the cute little outfitwhen I was young, seven years ago .It seems like such a long time as I look at them now.Seven years ago.

Emma Kathryn

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The Piano Recital By Erin

The man says my nameI slowly walk up to the piano

My heart pounding in my chest as I walk

It looks so far away I feel sick to my stomach

I bow and take a seat

People are staring I start to get nervous

I close my eyes and take a deep breath

I start to play the delicate instrument The next thing I know it’s over

The audience claps as I stand up

I bow to say thank youAnd leave

leaving the instrument alone in the silent room

as the next player comes up to play the piano.

FireworksBright, attractive

Sounding, shooting, lightingColors, rushing skyward, dark, emptiness

Wrenching, darkening, scaringMenacing, cold

Darkness

By Jake

HeroesBrave, powerful

Fighting, shooting, doingFlies up, flies down

Hiding, swiftly, attackingTiptoeing, running

Villains

By Sophia

ButterfliesButterflies, soaring through

the sky,Oh, pretty, pretty, pretty.

Their wings, colorful like a rainbow,

Oh, pretty, pretty, pretty.I love butterflies.

I hope you like them, too.

Chiarina

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Trapped

You’re trappedbut don’t worry,you’re in good hands.I lift my finger tips and peek at your glowing body.I know I can’t keep you,but I will enjoy you while you’re here.I open my hands.You crawl off my palmand to my hand,then my arm,and soon my elbow.It tickles,but I dare not move.I will keep you until the end,the end until you fly awayand go with your real family.The feeling is gone.I look on my armand notice you’re gone.I begin to search my legs,wrists,palms,anywhere to find that magical feelingwhen I have you trapped.

Ashley

YellowI open the wrapper as fast as I can.The whole thing is covered in chocolate.I don’t eat the chocolate covered candy but break the bar in half.I see the golden brown and yellow color.I bite one end and taste the golden yellow honey comb flavor.I lick the insides to feel a crisp like a hard foam or a honey comb.I break the rest of the yellow candy in half and save the rest for later.

Devon

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My New Bat

I wrap my left hand around the base of the black leather gripwhile using my right to slide off its thick black caseto reveal my new bat.I slowly grasp itwith both hands and walk over to an open area to take a swing and to see if I like the way it feels.It was a little heavy, just how I like it.

Jeremy

Memory Box

I grab the painted boxoff the dusty shelfand open the lid.What do I find?Memories.Memories of long ago,now only remembered in pictures and souvenirs. The pictures insideare just small moments of my big events in life, just small moments tucked inside my Memory Box.

~Kate

Chocolate Chip Ice Cream

The ice cream is so good.I pick up the spoon. It’s like time slows down.I slowly liftthe soft liquid,to my lips and it tasteslike heaven, like time slows down.

Patrick