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    <title>Newspaper Homework due Thursday</title>
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    <published>2008-04-07T14:16:18Z</published>
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    <summary><![CDATA[Students were asked to clip a newspaper article of their choice.&nbsp; It could be a feature story, an editorial piece, a sports article, a cartoon, a breaking news story, etc.&nbsp; Nigel Daly will be going over the articles with them,...]]></summary>
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        <![CDATA[Students were asked to clip a newspaper article of their choice.&nbsp; It could be a feature story, an editorial piece, a sports article, a cartoon, a breaking news story, etc.&nbsp; Nigel Daly will be going over the articles with them, showing them the structure of a basic news story, with the lede, supporting paragraphs, etc. &nbsp; ]]>
        
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    <title>Poetry Reading Wednesday, 1:30pm</title>
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    <published>2008-04-07T14:15:06Z</published>
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    <summary><![CDATA[The students will present their poems in the library on Wednesday, April 9 at 1:30pm.&nbsp; If time permits, they will also be reading their "This I Believe" essays.&nbsp; Should be very exciting!...]]></summary>
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        <![CDATA[The students will present their poems in the library on Wednesday, April 9 at 1:30pm.&nbsp; If time permits, they will also be reading their "This I Believe" essays.&nbsp; Should be very exciting! ]]>
        
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    <title>This I Believe</title>
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    <published>2008-04-03T03:53:44Z</published>
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    <summary><![CDATA[The students were asked to write essays for This I Believe, the essay series that is read on NPR every week and is based on something Edward R. Murrow used to.&nbsp; They also have their own website with a full...]]></summary>
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        <![CDATA[The students were asked to write essays for This I Believe, the essay series that is read on <a href="http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=4538138">NPR </a>every week and is based on something Edward R. Murrow used to.&nbsp; They also have their own <a href="http://www.thisibelieve.org/">website</a> with a full database of the hundreds upon hundreds of essays.<br /><br />The children have come up with some wonderful ones.&nbsp; Here are a few of them with more to come.<br /><br /><br /><b>I believe in playing guitar.<br />by Julian Soltes<br /></b><br />Guitar is really fun....<br /><br />Guitar is fun and exercises your fingers. I also like it because it makes my fingers flexible. I can make really cool sounds with playing guitar.<br />I began playing music on the piano, which influenced me to go to a camp where I started getting interested in guitar. My guitar teacher's name is John. He is really nice and cool. I can communicate with playing guitar with another guitarists. It is pretty hard to explain in words why guitar is really fun, but I will try my best to describe it. <br /><br /> ]]>
        <![CDATA[Guitar is ƒun because you get to move your fingers and pick your pick
at the same time, and hear music that will sound like your favorite
band depending on your personality and what you play can help you enjoy
your music. Express yourself and what kind of music you like and it
will be extra fun.<br />
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The way I communicate with my guitar teacher is I play some notes or a
riff (a part of a made up/song you heard) and then after you're done
with the notes or riffs, my teacher or me will answer to that, which
would be something a little bit similar, like if I played a high lead
guitar like the chorus high octave in Seven Nation Army, he would do
something in the high octaves like that too.<br />
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John is nice and cool, he always plays a cool made up riff before we
practice a song or practice a scale or something like that. He teaches
me how to do awesome riffs like him, and high note string bends like
pro guitarists like Angus in AC/DC. We get to just jam together and
play high notes, parts from scales, low notes, high notes, anything we
want to match the rhythm and beat.<br />
The place where I got influenced in guitar is a summer camp and also
the same place I go to take my lessons. The place is called BMA
(Burbank Music Academy). You get to form bands, decide on a song to do,
learn the song, practice it with your band, and every Friday when we
practiced enough, we have a concert and all of the bands play the songs
they learned for all the parents including the teachers at the summer
camp. They record it onto a DVD and sell it to the parents to keep. I
have all the DVDs since I went there, and I'm going again this summer,
because it is really cool and EXTREMELY FUN!!!!<br />
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This is why guitar is really cool and why I enjoy it. I hope I learn
more about guitar and also hope some of my classmates and friends will
go to BMA with me.<br />
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I believe in guitar.<br /><br /><b>I Believe in Happiness<br />by Lily Rose Leatart<br /></b><br />My whole nine years of life have been happy and full of laughter.&nbsp; I feel if there were no happiness there would be no joy, no kindness and no fun. <br /><br />I try so hard to keep full-hearted; but I learned that it's okay to have your feelings too.&nbsp; Being happy is just like jumping into feeling and emotion.<br /><br />If there is anything I want to be as a kid I would want to be happy because when you're young, you're supposed to start out a clean life.&nbsp; You have to remember that you can never be sad forever.&nbsp; Sometimes you just&nbsp; have to break out in laughter and be happy again. <br /><br /><b>I Believe in Curiosity<br />by Emma Stone</b><br /><br />I believe in curiosity.&nbsp; The kind of curiosity with sharp eyes, the kind of curiosity with huge ears and a small face, the kind of curiosity that follows me wherever I go, that's name is Blue Girl, the kind of curiosity that is mine.<br /><br />When Blue Girl first went out or snuck out, that is--wait, backup.&nbsp; Not yet!&nbsp; How did she get out?&nbsp; She, well, we, well I left the door open for a while.&nbsp; When I stepped outside, she was in the driveway.&nbsp; There was a moving car!&nbsp; <br /><br />I was with my neighbor and when we saw her I screamed, "you go find Frosty," I said.&nbsp; "Sure!" she said and ran.&nbsp; Frosty was my other cat and she must be out too.&nbsp; I picked Blue Girl up and put her in the house.&nbsp; My neighbor found Frosty, "she hadn't been far," she said.&nbsp; <br /><br />I was mad at them at first.&nbsp; I didn't let them sit on me for a week.&nbsp; But I also learned something from that. If someone's curious, let them be curious.&nbsp; They want to see the world, let them.&nbsp; There's no freedom without curiosity, so I believe in curiosity.&nbsp; This I believe.&nbsp; <br /> 
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    <title>Congratulations to Jessica Wyrick-Solari, Grand Prize Winner</title>
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    <published>2008-04-02T02:52:39Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-02T18:11:38Z</updated>

    <summary>Jessica Wyrick-Solari was named the Grand Prize Winner for ICANN&apos;s Associates Child Abuse Prevention Month Poster Contest.  The prize is $100 for the student and for the teacher.  Jessica and Ms. Kim will be recognized by the Los Angeles County...</summary>
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        <![CDATA[Jessica Wyrick-Solari was named the Grand Prize Winner for ICANN's Associates Child Abuse Prevention Month Poster Contest.  The prize is $100 for the student and for the teacher.  Jessica and Ms. Kim will be recognized by the Los Angeles County Board of Supervisors at their Board Meeting tomorrow, April 1.<br /><br />Jessica is the winner and there are nine other winners chosen from the following list (congratulations to our other students who were named finalists!) and will receive $40, along with their teacher.  The project was spearheaded by Carla Hart who even waited until the very last day to make sure everyone had a chance to send in their posters.<br /><br />Max Decker<br />Sofia Garrick<br />Dylan Jordan<br />Lily Rose Leatart<br />Daphne Lucas<br />Skylar Richardson<br />Daniel Royzman<br />Tyson Daily Soloman<br /><br />And from Denise Lamoureaux's 5th Grade Class:<br />Kyung Joon Yang<br />Joanna Walsh<br />Carolyn Kwak<br />Emelia Lambros<br />Jennifer Garcia<br />Jake Holman ]]>
        
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    <title>Congratulations to Room 21&apos;s Star Students</title>
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    <published>2008-03-25T23:53:33Z</published>
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    <summary>Emma Stone and Hayden Funk were named Room 21&apos;s Star Students for outstanding behavior this week....</summary>
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        <![CDATA[Emma Stone and Hayden Funk were named Room 21's Star Students for outstanding behavior this week.<br /><br /><br /> ]]>
        
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    <title>Spin and Spell</title>
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    <published>2008-03-25T22:49:56Z</published>
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    <summary><![CDATA[To help our kids improve their spelling, they might like to try this site:http://www.spinandspell.com/&nbsp;...]]></summary>
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        <![CDATA[To help our kids improve their spelling, they might like to try this site:<br /><br /><a href="http://www.spinandspell.com/">http://www.spinandspell.com/</a><br /><br />&nbsp;<br /> ]]>
        
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    <title>Instant Poetry</title>
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    <published>2008-03-13T20:53:45Z</published>
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    <summary><![CDATA[If your child is stuck on poems, you might find this site, Instant Poetry, fun and useful. It gives templates for many different kinds of poems.&nbsp; You simply fill in the blanks and it creates a whole poem for you....]]></summary>
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        <![CDATA[If your child is stuck on poems, you might find this site,<a href="http://ettcweb.lr.k12.nj.us/forms/newpoem.htm"> Instant Poetry</a>, fun and useful. It gives templates for many different kinds of poems.&nbsp; You simply fill in the blanks and it creates a whole poem for you. ]]>
        
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    <title>Student Poetry</title>
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    <published>2008-03-13T01:26:55Z</published>
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    <summary><![CDATA[The children were asked to write poems in class.&nbsp; We'll eventually be compiling them into a book but here are a few of them - these are in no particular order:Sphinx Mothby Sofia GarrickDig dig dig all day longPush push...]]></summary>
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        <![CDATA[<p>The children were asked to write poems in class.&nbsp; We'll eventually be compiling them into a book but here are a few of them - <b>these are in no particular order</b>:<br /></p><p><b>Sphinx Moth<br />by Sofia Garrick</b><br /><br />Dig dig dig all day long<br />Push push push<br />I need a song<br /><br />....to fulfill my day<br />to get all this sand<br />out of my way!!<br />....and build my home, <br />my underground home.<br /><br />Move move move<br />out of my way,<br />No no no a stick!!<br />Ahhh ahhh ahh a human<br />with a giant hand<br />trying to ruin my land<br />leave leave leave<br />or I will poke you back!!!!<br /><br />Hand by hand<br />I will break<br />Through your skin <br />You'd better leave<br />...before I begin!!!<br /></p><p><b>Honey of Sweet, Blood of Sour<br />by Hayden</b><br /><br />Honey of sweet,<br />Blood of sour,<br />Flowers of thorns,<br />Each thorn another sore.<br /><br />Sugar of sweet,<br />And blood of me,<br />Is not so sweet,<br />Very bad,<br />And very sad,<br />But the sugar of sweet<br />Is very neat.<br />The blood<br />Of you and me shall defeat.<br /><br /><b>Playing<br />by Dylan</b><br /><br />A Basketball is like the sun,<br />Playing basketball is like shooting<br />The sun into a hoop.<br /><br />Throwing a football is like<br />Throwing a bullet <br />when you catch it in the end zone<br />the crowd screams like crazy.<br /><br /></p><p></p>]]>
        <![CDATA[<p style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Flowers</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br style="" /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">by Luna</span><br style="" /><br style="" />Flowers are nice<br style="" />Flowers are beautiful<br style="" />Flowers are everywhere.<br style="" />Flowers are tall<br style="" />Flowers are small<br style="" />And some have the colors of the rainbow.<br style="" />Some are as blue<br style="" />as the sky,<br style="" />Some are as red as blood,<br style="" />Some as yellow as the sun,<br style="" />and some are as green as a leaf.<br style="" />The flowers are beautiful<br style="" />Some are poison as acid,<br style="" />The color of red.<br style="" />I know they will not last,<br style="" />but I love them, I love them.<br style="" />They are so nice.<br style="" />I know I will not last,<br style="" />So I say goodbye,<br style="" />My dear friend I will miss you,<br style="" />I say before my last breath.<br style="" /><br style="" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">A Fly in Dodger's Stadium</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br style="" /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">by James</span><br style="" /><br style="" />The fly,<br style="" />A simple creature.<br style="" />He hops along the bleachers.<br style="" />He flies through<br style="" />The scorching heat,<br style="" />Dodger dog at his feet.<br style="" /><br style="" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">The Night to the Day</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br style="" /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">By Max Daly</span><br style="" /><br style="" />The mist drifted side to side,<br style="" />the very last sounds of day,<br style="" />Slow drifts away,<br style="" />The shining dew drops evaporate<br style="" />Before my very eyes.<br style="" />I watch as the sun turns round and black,<br style="" />The Earth's soul goes to sleep<br style="" />As the sound of the sacred night awakes,<br style="" />As the other goes to sleep.<br style="" />Sounds of crickets, <br style="" />Sounds of owls<br style="" />Pound through the night.<br style="" />One new day is awake<br style="" />And another is asleep.<br style="" />The sun went down.</p><p style=""><br /><b>Raging Winds<br />by Max Daly</b><br /><br />Oh Skies<br />Raging winds<br />Roaring storms<br />Come down<br />On all lashing whips<br />Flash through the air<br />Wind rips up flowers;<br />Trees fruit soil<br />Turns to ash,<br />As lightning flashes<br />At my feet,<br />Rain pours down<br />Thunder crashes<br />As god's green earth <br />Turns to ash,<br />Ash<br />Ash<br />Ash<br />Brick walls,<br />Shatter down,<br />Dark winds fly round,<br />As it heaves <br />Up the ground<br />And on the next day,<br />No one was there<br />Except for a cracked rock,<br />Just laying there,<br />With nothing else<br />But a glint of air,<br />Even too small<br />For a gasp or a stare.<br style="" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Brass Balls</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br style="" /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">by Daniel</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br style="" /></span><br style="" />Little brass balls<br style="" />in a little brass machine.<br style="" />With one quarter<br style="" />you can seek<br style="" />One gumball out of the machine.<br style="" /><br style="" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">The Farland Bird</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br style="" /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">By Elena De Santo</span><br style="" /><br style="" />The black blue bird<br style="" />Sat on the ragged brown tree<br style="" />As small, icy-blue due droplets <br style="" />Fell upon the bird.<br style="" />His hazel-brown eyes slowly closed,<br style="" />As the cold breeze glided upon his dark blue feathers.<br style="" />He curled himself into his honey-colored nest <br style="" />And gathered warmth to his shivering body.<br style="" />He whispered, "Mama, I'm here, I'm here.<br style="" />It's your Farland bird far, far away."<br style="" />But his mama never came back.<br style="" /><br style="" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Baseball</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br style="" /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">by Jeff</span><br style="" /><br style="" />I think of myself<br style="" />Hitting the ball<br style="" />Out of the ball park.<br style="" />I hear people cheering<br style="" />And yelling.<br style="" />I feel happy,<br style="" />And I think the ball<br style="" />Feels really bruised.<br style="" />No wonder it needs stitches.<br style="" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br style="" /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;">Poems by Daphne</span><br style="" /><br style="" /></p><blockquote style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">The Trees and Flowers</span><br style="" /><br style="" />I look out the window<br style="" />The trees sitting gracefully<br style="" />All the spring colors at their show.<br style="" /><br style="" />Green balancing against the blue sky<br style="" />The branches and leaves blowing in the wind<br style="" />It's truly not winter when they die.<br style="" /><br style="" />The flowers bright pink<br style="" />Beauty is the only word for them<br style="" />And they're gone in a blink.<br style="" /><br style="" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">The Cat</span><br style="" /><br style="" />The cat's 9 lives are up.<br style="" />The cat's yellow eyes are closed.<br style="" />The cat's warm body now cold.<br style="" /><br style="" />His paws not moving,<br style="" />He is a motionless body.<br style="" />His tail curled as he lay there.<br style="" /><br style="" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">The Sun, The Moon</span><br style="" /><br style="" />The sun fading colors in the sky.<br style="" />The moon coming into sight.<br style="" />And people lay down for the night.<br style="" />The stars so bright.<br style="" /><br style="" />The moon a crescent shape,<br style="" />Wishing you could hold<br style="" />That picture with some tape.&nbsp; <br style="" /></blockquote><br class="khtml-block-placeholder" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;">Poems by Oscar</span><blockquote style=""><div style=""><br class="khtml-block-placeholder" /></div><div style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Beach Sunset</span></div><div style=""><br class="khtml-block-placeholder" /></div><div style="">The orange sky</div><div style="">The rolling sea</div><div style="">The night is high</div><div style="">Whispering to me</div><div style=""><br class="khtml-block-placeholder" /></div><div style="">The sand is soft</div><div style="">My towel is fluffy,</div><div style="">But the dark is loft,</div><div style="">The air is stuffy.</div><div style=""><br class="khtml-block-placeholder" /></div><div style="">A circle falling</div><div style="">Into the ocean,</div><div style="">But night is calling,</div><div style="">The waves are in motion.</div><div style=""><br class="khtml-block-placeholder" /></div><div style="">I slowly get up,</div><div style="">And pack up my things,</div><div style="">I drink from my cap</div><div style="">And say goodbye to the</div><div style="">Darkening sky</div><div style=""><br class="khtml-block-placeholder" /></div><div style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Lost</span></div><div style=""><br class="khtml-block-placeholder" /></div><div style="">Lost you say? Nay!</div><div style="">Claw your way up,</div><div style="">You'll find a way.</div><div style="">Someday.</div><div style=""><br class="khtml-block-placeholder" /></div><div style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Stray</span></div><div style=""><br class="khtml-block-placeholder" /></div><div style="">Walking in the moonlight</div><div style="">Hiss!</div><div style="">Stalking in the moonlight</div><div style="">Hiss!</div><div style=""><br class="khtml-block-placeholder" /></div><div style="">The shadows leap,</div><div style="">Trash cans topple</div><div style="">Without a peep,</div><div style="">They both couple</div><div style=""><br class="khtml-block-placeholder" /></div><div style="">Walking in the moonlight</div><div style="">Hiss!</div><div style=""><br class="khtml-block-placeholder" /></div><div style="">He runs through</div><div style="">In utter silence</div><div style="">He chews his prey</div><div style="">Introducing violence.</div><div style=""><br class="khtml-block-placeholder" /></div><div style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Halloween Night</span></div><div style=""><br class="khtml-block-placeholder" /></div><div style="">On Halloween night,</div><div style="">Stories are told</div><div style="">On Halloween night,</div><div style="">The air is cold.</div><div style=""><br class="khtml-block-placeholder" /></div><div style="">On Halloween night,</div><div style="">You'll get a fright,</div><div style="">On Halloween night,</div><div style="">You'll scream all night.</div><div style=""><br class="khtml-block-placeholder" /></div><div style="">On Halloween night,</div><div style="">They'll lock their doors,</div><div style="">On Halloween night,</div><div style="">They'll close their stores.</div><div style=""><br class="khtml-block-placeholder" /></div><div style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Prairie</span></div><div style=""><br class="khtml-block-placeholder" /></div><div style="">The day ticks,</div><div style="">By like a fly,</div><div style="">On the wall.</div><div style=""><br class="khtml-block-placeholder" /></div><div style="">It's a perfect</div><div style="">Time to be lazy.</div><div style=""><br class="khtml-block-placeholder" /></div><div style="">Yes, my dear,</div><div style="">We're having a ball.</div><div style=""><br class="khtml-block-placeholder" /></div><div style="">And, yes,</div><div style="">We're not going</div><div style="">Crazy.</div><div style=""><br class="khtml-block-placeholder" /></div><div style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Haunt 2</span></div><div style=""><br class="khtml-block-placeholder" /></div><div style="">I snuck into</div><div style="">A house</div><div style="">One night to see</div><div style="">What I could find.</div><div style=""><br class="khtml-block-placeholder" /></div><div style="">My friends, betrayed,</div><div style="">Were out of sight</div><div style="">With my lemons and pork rinds,</div><div style=""><br class="khtml-block-placeholder" /></div><div style="">I told them</div><div style="">We would have</div><div style="">A feast</div><div style="">On someone's big</div><div style="">Front lawn.</div><div style=""><br class="khtml-block-placeholder" /></div><div style="">I told them</div><div style="">We would eat</div><div style="">The feast until</div><div style="">The break of</div><div style="">Dawn.</div><div style=""><br class="khtml-block-placeholder" /></div><div style="">But they caught on</div><div style="">When they</div><div style="">Saw it:</div><div style="">A big, old haunted house.</div><div style=""><br class="khtml-block-placeholder" /></div><div style="">I told them</div><div style="">They were chickens,</div><div style="">But they were</div><div style="">Quiet as a mouse.</div><div style=""><br class="khtml-block-placeholder" /></div><div style="">I sighed and climbed</div><div style="">Through the window, which</div><div style="">Was old and creaky, too.</div><div style=""><br class="khtml-block-placeholder" /></div><div style="">The inside was</div><div style="">Old and dusty and</div><div style="">Full of old mouse</div><div style="">Poo.</div><div style=""><br class="khtml-block-placeholder" /></div><div style="">I found myself</div><div style="">In a dressing room,</div><div style="">That stunk of</div><div style="">Rotting fabric</div><div style=""><br class="khtml-block-placeholder" /></div><div style="">My hair stood</div><div style="">Up almost as if were full</div><div style="">Of static.</div><div style=""><br class="khtml-block-placeholder" /></div><div style="">I was scared</div><div style="">Out of my wits</div><div style="">So I headed</div><div style="">To the attic</div><div style="">The attic had</div><div style="">A lot of dust,</div><div style="">And lots of</div><div style="">Knick-knacks too.</div><div style=""><br class="khtml-block-placeholder" /></div><div style="">The attic, dusty,</div><div style="">Was also full</div><div style="">Of leaps of old</div><div style="">Mouse poo.</div><div style=""><br class="khtml-block-placeholder" /></div><div style="">I heard a moan,</div><div style="">And then a groan</div><div style="">And promised to myself,</div><div style="">I'll ever come here again,</div><div style="">Unless I turn into an elf.</div></blockquote><p><u><b>Poems by Max Decker</b></u><br /><br /></p><blockquote><b>The Walking Talking Chicken</b><br /><br />The walking talking chicken<br />Was about to say a poem<br />But he forgot.<br />Instead he got the chicken pocks.<br /><br /><b>About</b><br /><br />My mom and dad are screaming,<br />I ask what it's all about.<br />They say my sister <br />Is in the water spout.<br /></blockquote><b><u>Poems By Lily Rose</u></b><br /><br /><blockquote><b>Little Star</b><br /><br />Oh cloudy night.<br />Oh there you stand.<br />I find a star among you.<br />Even though you're shy and dull,<br />I can still see you.<br /><br /><b>Lullaby</b><br /><br />Oh lullaby,<br />Oh lullaby,<br />You whisper in my ear.<br />Oh lullaby,<br />Oh lullaby,<br />Never too soft to hear.<br /><br /><b>Moon Flight</b><br /><br />The moon is like<br />An eagle flying over<br />The heavens or<br />Maybe a bird flying,<br />A never ending way.<br /><br />It glows 'til the sun<br />Becomes a hole,<br />Like a star,<br />Never going away.<br /><br /></blockquote><b><u>Poems by Sebastian</u></b><br /><br /><blockquote><b>Roses</b><br /><br />The color of the roses filled the hills with the essence of the dead,<br />The dead rose up from their flowery grave, filling me to the bone<br />With images of horrible deaths.<br /><br />Moving closer and closer they surround me.<br /><br />And then finally "I can't take it!" I yelled to the heavens as they brought me<br />Down with them<br />To the heavens of the dead.<br /><br />Soon, I myself join the forces of the dead,<br />Scaring the very wits out of every living soul,<br />Passing the masquerade ballhouse.<br /><br />Blood covered the moon as every living soul perished in the night.<br /><i>*This poem inspired by Edgard Allen Poe's poems.</i><br /><br /><b>Plagues</b><br /><br />Plagues swept<br />Transylvania<br />At super-sonic pace.<br /><br />Smell of Rotting Corpses<br />Filled the lands, and the only ones left,<br />Were the king and his servants.<br /><br />The king hosted a party,<br />As he did not know that Mr. Death<br />Was knocking on his door.<br />As the lamps went out<br />There was a single scream<br />And one fell dead on the floor.<br /><br />This continued throughout the night,<br />Until the king was the only soul left.<br /><br />The King ran faster,<br />Door to door he yelled,<br />"Can anybody help me?"<br />His scream echoed<br />Through his Kingdom,<br />Until he tried to fight Mr. Death.<br />But then he,<br />The mightiest King in all the world,<br />Fell into a puddle<br />Of his own blood.&nbsp; <br /></blockquote><u><b>Poems by Julian Soltes</b></u><br /><br /><blockquote><b>A Corn Dog Super Hero</b><br /><br />A corn dog super hero.<br />He fights crimes<br />With his grossness.<br />He can't fly,<br />For he is made of bread and a hot dog.<br />He goes to the NBA,<br />Gets so bored,<br />And plays patty cake.<br /><br /><b>The Yo Ho Pirate</b><br /><br />The pirate,<br />Making his way to Tortuga island,<br />Says,<br />"Yo ho, Yo ho, making my way."<br />He takes out his sword,<br />Swings and chops down the sail,<br />Catching the opposite wind of Tortuga, <br />For he, the Yo Ho Pirate, was impatient<br />For his treasure.<br />The crabs pinched,<br />The crabs snapped<br />At his feet.<br />He scared them away,<br />With his almighty sword.<br />"Yo Ho, Yo Ho, the treasure is mine!"<br /></blockquote><br /><u><b>Poems By Charlotte</b></u><br /><br /><blockquote><b>The Worm Remembers</b><br /><br />The worm squiggles<br />On the ground.<br />He will remember<br />All the sounds<br />He hears.<br /><br />A bird will <br />Meet the worm,<br />Then he will<br />Eat the worm.<br /><br />But the worm<br />Will still remember<br />The sounds.<br /><br /><b>Still</b><br /><br />The tape on the desk<br />Is still there.<br />It will never leave.<br />But<br />It will still<br />Remember its sticky days.<br />It will still be clar.<br />It will still be<br />Tape.<br /><br /><b>Little Bird</b><br /><br />Goodbye little bird.<br />It's time to sway<br />Away in the wind for a day<br />I'll you next year,<br />Little bird, but<br />Goodbye for now,<br />Goodbye for now.<br /><br /><b>Why</b><br /><br />Why you ask,<br />Why you scream<br />Why I'll tell you<br />In your dreams.<br />So no I will not tell you.<br />So now why is a by,<br />So goodbye, why.<br />Stop asking.<br /><br /><b>One Word</b><br /><br />One word was all you<br />Said.<br />Just one word, not<br />Even two syllables.<br /><br /><b>The Booger</b><br /><br />The booger.<br />No one looks.<br />No one stares.<br />Except one<br />Child<br />Eats it.<br /><br /><b>Sometimes</b><br /><br />Sometimes they sit.<br />Sometimes they stare.<br />Sometimes they don't care.<br />Sometimes they stop.<br />Sometimes they're done.<br />Sometimes is<br />Sometimes for<br />Everyone.<br /></blockquote><b><u>Poems by Clare</u></b><br /><blockquote><br /><b>Juice</b><br /><br />The juice spills into the cup,<br />As it runs down the side<br />As I said "wait."<br />A good day for lemonade.<br /><br /><b>Candy</b><br /><br />Every thing is sticky in the night sky.<br />How the candy is delicious.<br />The candy is deadly if it is too much.<br /></blockquote><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;">Poems by Emma</span></span></div><div><br class="khtml-block-placeholder" /></div><div><blockquote>Tiger <br /><br />Tiger <br />of the night<br />Pacing<br />Without a sound,<br />Shining, flowing<br />in the cool, dark sky<br />Like liquid moonlight<br /></blockquote><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><blockquote>The Olive Tree<br />the olive tree <br />Which there may be<br />An olive or two<br />Three olives or four,<br />Five olives or six,<br />But, there was always more.<br />The tree is full of olives,<br />A girl is picking them,<br />Eating one by one,<br />A girl named Sofia.</blockquote></span></div><blockquote><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Big Cat</span></div><div><br class="khtml-block-placeholder" /></div><div>Big gray cat.</div><div>Named F.B.</div><div>Say goodbye </div><div>To a cat named F.B.</div><div>Let him out</div><div>One day,</div><div>Didn't come back.</div><div>Ever again.</div><div><br class="khtml-block-placeholder" /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">L.O.V.E.</span></div><div><br class="khtml-block-placeholder" /></div><div>Laura, L, was home sick today.</div><div>Ozzie, O, got lost on his way,</div><div>Vicky, V, had homework in May,</div><div>So I'm all of love</div><div>That could make it today.</div><div><br class="khtml-block-placeholder" /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Drop of Rain</span></div><div><br class="khtml-block-placeholder" /></div><div>Please refrain,</div><div>From flowing down a river,</div><div>For I have lost you,</div><div>And what does it cost you?</div><div>From disappearing</div><div>Down a river.</div><div><br class="khtml-block-placeholder" /></div><div>A feather from a sparrow,</div><div>Tumbles through the air,</div><div>Bounces off a cherry tree,</div><div>Into the lake.</div><div>A feather from a sparrow.</div></blockquote><br /><u><b>Poems by Raz<br /></b></u><blockquote><br />The Football Stadium<br /><br />The people scream and shout.<br />The players just don't react.<br />The light flashes upon the field.<br />The tackling and pushing on the field.<br /><br /><b>Wormy</b><br /><br />Wormy is under the ground.<br />He screams and shouts<br />When a foot appears upon his face.<br />The boy said, "do I hear tiny screaming?"<br />Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!<br /><br /></blockquote><u><b>Poems by Lily B.</b></u><br /><br /><blockquote><b>Rain</b><br /><br />When the rain falls from the sky,<br />Never leaving a darned thing dry,<br />I do sit by the window pane,<br />Staring outside in envy and vain.<br />Oh, how I wish I could be out there,<br />Splashing in puddles in the cold damp air,<br />Spinning and dancing around,<br />Water leaking in my sneakers as they touch the ground,<br />But I'm stuck in my bed,<br />With these visions in my head,<br />Wishing that they would come true.<br /><br /><b>Pioneer </b><br /><br />If I was a pioneer<br />Living on a farm,<br />I would be into having fun,<br />Underneath the flaming sun.<br />I would run free<br />With the Indians<br />Flinging arrows through the fields,<br />Playing knights<br />And armor with our wooden shields.<br /><br />I would wake sleeping bear,<br />And as it chases me I'd scream<br />And run<br />And hopefully be able to climb a tree.<br />I'd swim in the lake,<br />And ride a horse bareback,<br />Until we reached the end of the valley,<br />And know we'll always turn back.<br /><br /></blockquote><b><u>Poems by Jessica<br /><br /></u></b><blockquote><b>One Day</b><br /><br />I went into the open day,<br />I went to the bay,<br />Just to relax with Jay.<br /><br /><b>Saving</b><br /><br />I got the ram,<br />I took the ham,<br />I put one in the fields,<br />And put the other way.<br /><br /><b>Forgetting</b><br /><br />I lied in bed,<br />Thinking of the horrible things<br />That happened today.<br />I closed my eyes,<br />My time has come,<br />My life line broke,<br />And I flew away.<br /><br />My feet sunk<br />Into the mud,<br />The fields wind <br />Brushed the weeds towards me,<br />I close my eyes,<br />Thinking of things that are good,<br />I think the soft clouds gliding me,<br />Towards freedom,<br />Freedom,<br />is my dream.<br /></blockquote><u><b>Poems by Autry<br /><br /></b></u><blockquote>Tingly<br /><br />Tingly<br />Tingly<br />The fair sang.<br />The wind was an echo<br />Of the fairy's song.<br />Why the fairy is so teentsy-weentsy<br />That the wind was much too strong.<br /><br />The fairy sat<br />In the huckleberry tree<br />As the wind blew<br />She picked huckleberries off<br />One by one,<br />And ate them for her supper.<br /><br />The fairy started to fly,<br />But the wind carried her back.<br />She tried to pull herself forward,<br />Then splat!<br />A leaf hit the fairy and took her away.<br /><br />No one ever saw that little fairy again.<br />Who knows?<br />She still might be on that little leaf<br />Screaming "Tingly! Tingly!"<br /><br /><b>Why</b><br /><br />The world crumbles in his hands.<br />Why, no one knows<br />Who the why man is.<br />One glance at him,<br />You're life is done.<br />That's why the why man<br />Is no one.<br /><br /><b>Wha &amp; Ain't</b><br /><br />Wha &amp; ain't<br />Are two little mutts,<br />Always getting on grammar's nerves,<br />Making sure to make people say<br />The wrong words,<br />But never could get grammar to say<br />You and me ain't wha you think.<br />But one day, grammar was so sleepy<br />That those two words<br />Even tricked grammar to say <br />The wrong grammar words.<br /><br /><b>Tear<br /></b><br />The world is black<br />Now that I was killed.<br />The last thing <br />I looked at<br />Was a tear on my finger tip.<br /><br /><b>Dream Broken</b><br /><br />My world was shot,<br />Crumbled,<br />And my life was over.<br />I never got a chance to be free.<br />I write this from my love, my sweet.<br />War was the victim,<br />The tear that you cried,<br />I will never give you a broken dream.<br />I will sing you a lullaby<br />My sweet.<br /><br /></blockquote><b><u>Poems by Hannah</u></b><br /><br /><blockquote>Birds<br /><br />I watch birds fly<br />Past the bright sun,<br />Like cars going by.<br />They hunt for their prey,<br />As if they're playing hide and seek.<br />They're getting pulled by a string,<br />As they're drifting along the sea.<br /><br /><b>Rain</b><br /><br />Rain pouring down the hard ground,<br />As if the sun frowned lightning <br />Cracks in the dark, gloomy sky.<br />And scares the little kids,<br />All snug in their beds.<br /><br />Little water drops dripping down,<br />The car window,<br />as if they're having a race.<br /></blockquote><b>Oh Why?</b><br /><blockquote><br />Why is there fairies everywhere?<br />I go asking.<br />They pull my hair and stomp their feet,<br />They scream and shout,<br />But have no doubt <br />That their gently floating away in the blue sky.<br /><br />Their like little dots<br />Screaming for help.<br />I realize it's just a dream.&nbsp; <br /></blockquote><u><b>Poems by Omer</b></u><br /><br /><blockquote><b>Memories</b><br /><br />Memories can<br />Be so strong.<br />Very painful,<br />Very hurtful.<br /><br /><b>Death</b><br /><br />Death is painful.<br />Everybody hates death.<br /><br /></blockquote><br /><blockquote><br /></blockquote><br /><br /><blockquote></blockquote><p></p>]]>
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