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A Writers in the Schools (WITS) anthology of poetry written by the 4th and 5th grade students at Seven Oaks Elementary School 2014-2015 Teaching-writers Cassie Angley and Laura Roghaar

Cover art by Dillen Cook Back cover art by Alli Rapp-Koslosky Interior art by Logan Marusich

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Poems from Mrs. Friedrich's 4th grade class

Aaron Souza Aidan Reed Anthony Caldwell Ashton Russell Ben Stucky Corina Costello Dillen Cook Ellie Hart Emily Harvey Ethan Meacham Gavin Brand Grace Cerda Harrison Blaine Jacob Thrasher Jayden Marine Jessica Baker Justin Maas Keara Thomas Kylan Wallace Logan Marusich Lukas Yadon Milan Hawk Miller Garcia Reece Woods So ia Strilets

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Poems from Mrs. Stinemates' 4th grade class

Aiden Russell Andrew Carlson Avery Hunt Brady Woods Brycen Cardwell Chloe Hawkes Conner Severns Devin Nations Dominic Martinez Emma Busuladzic Hannah Pease Isabella Forbes Lauren Elfering Lauren White Lawson Blotz Madelene Knoll Megan Ford Nick May Noah Alford Olivia Woods Preston Zacharda Race McManus Robert Allen Shane Garner Sierra Durfee Thomas Cushman

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Poems from Mrs. deMarini’s 4th&5th grade class

Bridger Kelley Carson Heaton Eliza Morris Logan Drollette Mason Garcia Megan Combs Payton Watkins Sydney Busacker William Mahanay Andrew Lanzara Aubriana Aragon Claire Bodily Daxen Walton Dean Collins Grace Beamguard Ellie Cross Katie Anderson Maggie Avey Raidon Hodges Tanner Frothinger Violet Morgan Tyler Reynolds Seth Yerger Ryan Huestis Tiffany Babiracki

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Poems from Mrs. Cavazos’ 5th grade class

Shane Browen Dan Allred Chandler Beasley Cade Smith Derek Mott Anna Dykas Gage Jones Madden McGuinn Lauren Smith Madison Meier Ben Williams Caelin Judd Brooke Patterson Gage Rudolph Aris Neumann Jake Jayo Jason Snyder Trenten Morauske Bret Housel Megan Reeves Ryan Harrington Alli Rapp-Koslosky

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Poems from Mrs. McManus’ 5th grade class

Sam Barbey Brett Orton Owen Sepulveda Aaron Blair Emma Russell Ehrin Argabrite Aurora Wilde Sarah Clevenger Jordan Grove Carter Castleberry Dallyn L. Walton Patrick Alexander Leifur Christianson Addie Clark Lauren Sonne Eddy Moorman Josephine Beasley Chloe Hopkins Cade Lark Peter Krahn Erik Garringer Hawkins Herrold Maddie Gorman

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FOREWORD

Writing sometimes feels lonely. When we sit at the desk, a blank sheet can get illed up with anxiousness and doubt. Will other people accept what I've written? This scary feeling of separateness is one reason so many people, kids and adults, say that they don't like writing, or worse, that their writing isn't good.

During our poetry residencies at Seven Oaks this year, writing felt restored to its right place as something more joyful and communal, a very human activity at which everyone can play. With Cabin teaching-writer Cassie Angley and me, 4th and 5th grade students read model poems to igure out how writers build poetry that feels adventuresome and alive. Then, students took up poetic tools— form, image, igurative language—and set off to make their own new work. At the end of each writing session we came back together to share irst drafts and learn about revision.

At Seven Oaks this year, I had the honor of experiencing reading and writing as a practice of creating community. This book represents just a sample of the wildly imaginative, startlingly true work that was written by the Seven Oaks community of writers. It’s good.

Laura Roghaar Teaching-Writer and Programs Manger, The Cabin

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ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS The Cabin’s Writers in the Schools (WITS) programs are made possible through generous support from: Boise Cascade L.L.C., Bank of the Cascades, Idaho Women’s Charitable Foundation, Idaho Commission on the Arts and TumbleWords, The Idaho Community Foundation, The National Endowment for the Arts, and The Whittenberger Foundation.

The foundation of our program is strong collaboration between Cabin teaching-writers and the teachers, students, and administrators who welcome us into in their schools. We are massively grateful to the visionary support of Lillian Folkner and the Seven Oaks PTO for making WITS possible at Seven Oaks, and to teachers Courtney McManus, Heather Stinemates, Jennifer deMarini, Noelle Friedrich, and Merrianne Cavazos for their willingness to collaborate throughout this residency. We learn so much from your gracious examples. We’re grateful also to the 4th and 5th grade students who have taught us a lot about writing and about being super-perceptive, super-alive. Thank you, thank you.

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Poems from Mrs. Friedrich's 4th grade class

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THE FOREST Aaron Souza

It’s a stormy and freezing night.

The birds are lying and tweeting.

We are cooking marshmallows in the beautiful red ire.

The trees are wet and the clouds are blasting rain out of them.

And we are chopping down the thick wet brownish wood.

We are making a rope across the beautiful wet hard trees.

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THE TIGER SMELLS SPRING Aidan Reed

The tiger growls it stares at the moon and smells spring coming

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THE POWER OF A NAME Anthony Caldwell

My name is Anthony I wish I could have an older name Like John or Thomas Like my father.

Or I can be called by my middle name, Joseph But when my mother was young she wanted to name me Tony

But Anthony makes me cling to it It sounds like an old friend coming home to me with time on his face

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IN THIS ONE YOU ARE Ashton Russell

In this one you are my Mom. You are like a lower saying ‘I love you’ over and over again.

But sometimes you are like a storm.

Cold, shouting lightning at me.

But I don’t care who you are.

I just love you Mom.

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ON A BRANCH Ben Stucky

On a branch Lays a bird’s nest A sad old bird’s nest With a cricket on it So sad and old On a cold autumn day

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IN THIS ONE YOU ARE Corina Costello

In this one you are my Mom and my life You are to me my beauty queen No matter where you are in Arizona or somewhere farther You are still in my life and in my heart.

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CRAZY NIKA Dillen Cook

My little sister Nika ia as cute as a blooming lower.

Nika is as purple as a violet in bloom.

Nika tastes so sweet like candy,

but my dad thinks she tastes like chicken.

Nika's sound is like a bird singing its pretty song.

Nika looks like a bunch of lowers.

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FIVE WAYS OF LOOKING AT RATS Ellie Hart

A creepy thing with long teeth and long tale.

An adorable animal that is friendly and loves to cuddle.

An evil thing that bites whenever you get near.

An innocent creature wandering the streets.

A disgusting smelling thing that is ugly.

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CONNECTION Emily Harvey

When I had no food I made water my food When I had no water I made trees my family When I had no trees I made dad my family When I had no dad I made mom my family When I had no mom I made the sun my love When I had no sun I had no love

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I REMEMBER...

Ethan Meacham

I remember when I got scared by my brother.

I remember when I went to Disneyland.

I remember when I got a dog!

I remember when I saw my grandma for the irst time.

I remember when I went on a plane.

I remember when I played football for the irst time.

I remember when I went to school on the bus for the irst time.

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GAVIN Gavin Brand

Going to Disneyland Always thinking Very imaginative Idaho is a great place Never give up

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BOISE PHILHARMONIC Grace Cerda

It felt like springing out of the air on a spring.

It smelled like air coming towards you.

What I hear is running for your life and trying not to get killed.

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FEELINGS Harrison Blaine

Stars are Dying

I’m Running

Friends are Talking

Black cats are Booming

My house is Screaming

The sky is Dancing

Harrison is tumbling Down Bogus Basin

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THE COOL RAINY NIGHT Jacob Thrasher

I look out of my room window And see shooting stars and rain.

The rain looks so cool.

I can climb a hill and when I get on the top of the hill I can look to the sky And see a lying dog in the sky.

The sky and dream A day, a family and I can touch the sky.

The sky is cool.

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BAD DAY Jayden Marine

Chucking a stick Slamming my door Because I’m grounded And can’t play On this freezing cold day

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MORNING TO NIGHT Jessica Baker

The stars were tumbling While the moon was falling Leopards were leaping When the sun was rising The pizza was spinning When the birds were lying The owls were hooting When the stars were lying

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ALEX Justin Maas

In this one you are a soccer player scoring goals against the best teams.

In this one you are a funny, serious, kind kid trying to ful ill your dreams.

In this one you are a normal kid living a simple life in a simple world.

In this one you are a unique crazy kid but wishing you were normal.

In this one you are a lifesaver or at least saving my life with your personality.

In this one you are my friend named Alex.

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BOISE PHILHARMONIC Keara Thomas

The Boise Philharmonic felt like a war at the base of my seat. I felt the pounding in my body. It sounded like my dad hunting, aiming for the deer. It sounded like a sled hitting a rock. It sounded like my mother wearing high heels around the house. If I could taste it, it would taste like strawberries fresh from my back yard. It made me go through all my memories of life and the pounding music of dancing on the stage in front of people. I would go back in time to feel these all over again.

It felt like a war With lots of loud gunshots It made memories reappear

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NOTHING Kylan Wallace

When I had no mom I made my cat my fun.

When I had no dad I made my dog my commander.

When I had no pets I made my guitar my sound.

When I had no guitar I made Guitar Hero my music.

When I had no video games I made my brothers my stress.

When I had no brothers I made my grandma my heart.

When I had no heart I made my grandpa my life.

When I had no life there was nothing to me.

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SOMETHING IS WRONG HERE Logan Marusich

I was looking at my pie

when it started river dancing

I dropped my marker and it blew up

I dropped my ham and it shattered

While my meatball was falling

It screamed

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BOISE PHILHARMONIC Lukas Yadon

The songs tasted like everlasting fruit.

The songs smelled like honey.

My ear buds were dancing.

The songs sounded like rockets blasting off.

Jupiter sounded like an endless hallway.

It felt like laying on an earthquake.

I saw planets orbiting around the sun, quicker, and quicker.

I saw ifty eggs cracking.

The loudest music of all The music is my favorite dream Finally it calms down

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FIVE WAYS TO LOOK AT A DOG Milan Hawk

A growling, harsh, big monster staring right into your eyes ready to attack!

A luffy, cuddly, warm dog with warm, sweet, beautiful eyes and the smell of roses.

A demanding spoiled dog With one bark gets what it wants.

And looks at other dogs as if they don’t matter.

A stinky, furry, loud abandoned dog with no owner, tied to a pole wanting to let loose and run as dogs should.

A hard working, sweet dog, who either helps blind people Or just simply gives someone the warm feeling of being around it.

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THE TALKING HILL Miller Garcia

I was walking in a ield and I came to a hill. It had lilies on it. So I sat down and stared at it for awhile. Then the lilies formed a face and the hill said, “What are you looking at? I want to know.” He told me who he was, how he got turned into a hill, and said his name was Gary. We talked for awhile then he had to leave. The lilies came at me, then they carried me away, then I was gone.

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FIVE WAYS OF LOOKING AT PEOPLE Reece Woods

A sweet looking strawberry with red curly hair.

A stinky looking hobo you are trying to help.

A nice looking boy helping you up when you fall down.

A mean girl pushing you down.

A mean grownup telling you what to do every second of every day.

Or do you just see them that way?

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WHEN I HAD NOTHING So ia Strilets

When I had no home, I made nature my house.

When I had no earth, I made kindness my earth.

When I had no family, I made love my family.

When I had no books, I called my thoughts.

When I had no fun, I made happiness my fun.

When I had no pets, curiosity was my pet.

When I had no light, I had ire lies guide me.

When I had no water, I made the sky my water.

When I had no food, I made the universe my food.

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Poems from Mrs. Stinemates' 4th grade class

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WHEN I HAD NOÂ… Aiden Russell

When I had no love I made Gurdy my friend.

When I had no pets I made a ball my lego friend.

When I had no brain I made the sun my way.

When I had no water I made milk my water.

When I had no Ashton I made school my home.

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SADNESS Andrew Carlson

It’s like a lower Just wanting to be born So close, only one more minute But here comes out of nowhere A lawnmower, slicing it to pieces

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THIS MORNING I COULD DO A THOUSAND THINGS Avery Hunt

I can sell hot chocolate This cold winter morning I can sell cookies With the hot chocolate I could start a business A clothing selling business, yes.

A clothes selling business Or shovel the snow On my driveway Maybe make A snow angel Or a snowman.

I could play outside Draw on the sidewalk In the frost With my ingers With my hat And my gloves I can do anything This winter morning.

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SADNESS Brady Woods

A lonely weed sitting in the peaceful grass Looking for something to do.

And then out comes a weed wacker and cuts the weed in half.

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IDAHO Brycen Cardwell

Snow It falls out of the sky

Perches itself on a tree I feel it on my face

In the cool brisk morning air I feel the wind blow down my back

Birds chirp They sing for the morning

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WILLOW TREES Chloe Hawkes

Willow trees in autumn Brushing through the wind Escaping the rough air

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IN THIS ONE YOU ARE Conner Severns

In this one you are a loving mother that will squeeze you no matter what

In this one you are a loveable luffy bear that looks out for you

In this one you are a doctor who will stand by you no matter what

In this one you are many loyal things to a kid like me.

Thanks mom.

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MY MOM Devin Nations

In this one you are My savior. The one I see every day and every night.

In this one you are my friend.

Who works so hard to provide for me, and my family

In this one you are my hero.

Going to school and working while still trying to take care of me.

In this one you protected me You are always with me and helping me.

The one I love

In this one you’re my mom.

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THE BOISE PHILHARMONIC Dominic Martinez

It smelled like nice fresh roses all over the place The music tasted like the sweet nice taste of sushi The seats are like a giant luffy pillow, The music lies across the room, like a roaring thunderstorm At some point the music is lowing softly by like a feather through the damp stage The room echoed while the music plays.

At the end I was amazed by how many fantastic pieces of music I heard at the Boise Philharmonic

Boom! the Boise Philharmonic ends Loudly! It was the best show I have ever seen!

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HOPE Emma Busuladzic

When I had no hope I made God my hope and my destiny.

When I had no mom I made the world my mom.

When there was no light I used the moon and it guided me to happiness.

When I had no love I used my imagination for the love I was dreaming for.

When there was nobody I used a tree for my very best friend.

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MY TEAM Hannah Pease

Sweat across my forehead at basketball practice.

Thursday night, Ms. Stinemates, watching us do squats.

Tonight, is the time for a scrimmage.

Close games are a nervous wreck.

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THOUSAND THINGS Isabella Forbes

This morning I could do a thousand things.

I could teach the dog to fetch and play.

I could build a cupcake plane and ly to Hawaii.

I could make the biggest cake ever and make a home inside.

I could make my own world.

I could go inside and take a nap.

I could make my own galaxy.

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MY LIFE Lauren Elfering

I remember when I irst rode On my road bike, it was paradise

I remember when it was halftime and I fainted, I couldn’t ind my shoes

I remember the irst time I tried to boogie board Ashton got one too

I remember losing my irst tooth It was like saying my irst word ’Mommy’

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THE BROKEN ROSE Lauren White

A rose Yes a rose sitting on a rock A boy comes up and said “Break you rose” then pulls the rose off the rock and snaps the rose in half and the rose dies

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DOG RUNNING Lawson Boltz

I remember my dog running down the end of my neighborhood And I had to go get him.

I remember the pain going down my body.

I remember when he was staring in my eyes so evil and black.

I remember it chased me down the street and it almost got me.

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HAPPINESS Madelene Knoll

Smiling, sparkling teeth, showing.

Laughing with friends, singing and dancing.

I’m like a bubble just loating through life having fun, playing with my dog, eating my favorite foods, pizza, noodles, chicken pot pie.

Eating my favorite sweets, ice cream, thin mints, Strawberry shortcake

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THIS EVENING I COULD DO A THOUSAND THINGS Megan Ford

I could climb the Christmas tree In the family room I could play school with all my friends I would ride in a limo to an awesome castle I would become a queen and rule nicely I would climb on the roof in the cool brisk air and write in my journal I would ride on dolphins into the sunset All on this beautiful evening.

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MY MOM Nick May

My Mom is like a rose She always smells good.

My mom is like yellow She is always happy.

My Mom tastes like the richness Of the chocolate In brownies and cookies.

My Mom sounds like A soft breeze On a sunny day.

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MOM Noah Alford

My mom is like a rose, When she’s mad she turns red.

My mom is like the color white, lowing in the sky.

My mom tastes like a sweet little lollipop, My mom sounds like a wheel always thinking.

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SUMMER Olivia Woods

Daylight A girl skipping in puddles With mud on her face

Holding my sunken heart Up with all my love For you

Crossing through the lower patch In the summer My feet feel the warmth of the sun

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SEVEN WAYS OF LOOKING AT BASKETBALL Preston Zacharda

A big game of scoring points like crazy.

A game of dunking with one hand.

A passing game with only a few shots.

Really good dribblers Going past every defender

Everybody shooting threes and twos All over the court

Shooting half court Buzzer beaters

Seven foot beasts running After you to block you.

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RACE’S FLIP Race McManus

The ice jumps Up and down The paper Dances out Of the desk The pencil Skips away The hotel Seems Like it’s sledding The ish Are snowboarding All while Race Flips

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THE BEACH Robert Allen

I remember the irst time I tried to boogie board Hanging out with friends that I met at the beach

I remember when I went to the beach with my mom’s friends.

I couldn’t ind my shoes

I remember I saw a ish and thought it was a baby shark.

I remember I got buried in the sand

I remember when I was running off and ran to the beach

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MY BROTHER Shane Garner

From a tree, he’s always up.

My brother is like a leaf falling, and always on the go.

My brother is like a dark red color when he’s mad, always winning the debates.

My brother is like sweet ice cream when he’s happy.

He sounds like a fortune cookie being cracked open.

He sounds like the fortune being pulled out and being a great fortune.

My brother is the best!

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WHEN I HAD NOÂ… Sierra Durfee

When I had no friends my dog was there, same for my family.

When I had no laughter I still had my family to lead me.

When I had no food I still had water to make me stay alive.

When I had no dog I still had destiny to guide me places.

When I had no water I had sunlight be my guide.

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FIVE WAYS OF LOOKING AT MATH Thomas Cushman

Math is great. It gets you smart.

I love math, It’s so fun with all the numbers.

I wish math was all I had to do.

Math is bad confusing and hard.

Math is a devil, numbers racing through my mind.

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Poems from Mrs. deMarini’s 4th & 5th grade class

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5 WAYS AT LOOKING AT STEAK Bridger Kelley

It’s shiny but dull at the same time and still beautiful.

It’s juicy and brown with red steak blood on it.

A present sent down to us from the gods that rule all of Steaklandia.

It is so good it makes even grown men with Old Spice cry.

It tastes so smooth and juicy and tasteful it makes my taste buds dance.

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I REMEMBER Carson Heaton

I RememberÂ… When I saw my irst clown ish and thought it was Nemo.

I remember the irst time I got out of my car seat.

I remember irst riding my bike.

I remember the time I got stuck in an elevator.

I remember when I choked on a Chinese noodle while eating Hawaiian Haystacks.

I remember catching a huge cat ish and being in the newspaper.

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THE SEASIDE Eliza Morris

Past the lush green Of the mountain Of the hills Past the river Of endless blue Down To the seaside Where the pale yellow sand Meets The forever blue sea Then, there is me

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MY TRIP TO BOISE PHILHAMONIC Logan Drollette

The king is leaving I am afraid he will be hurt I can hear the army marching

When I was waiting for the music I felt like I was trapped in a cage.

When I sat on the seat it felt like I was on a cloud.

As the music played some of it sounded like a marching army.

While another part of it sounded like a king returning to his kingdom.

The kingdom is cheering The king came back from battle He was not hurt

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RRRANDOM Mason Garcia

The boat was driving through the water, after it just exploded.

The cat started hitting the explosive mouse.

My book is singing the Nationwide jingle.

The pen tried stretch and Pilates, but failed to attempt it.

The tire shop is running from the car.

The gumball is throwing up on the manta ray.

The pen is punching the paper for being wide ruled instead of being college ruled.

The bottle pours honey into a hat.

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BELIEVE Megan Combs

That’s the one Lonely and still Makes a dropping Sorrow like the rain That poor lower Lonely with fear It stands alone Just one day He’ll see With hope and dreams And Believe

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WEIRD FAMILY Payton Watkins

Blake is rolling down the stairs.

Lucie, my dog, swimming in the bathtub.

Megan running over my house with her car.

My grandpa stretching in my room.

Roman is hitting the dresser in my room.

My dad dancing terribly.

Ella playing with my trashcan.

Do I have a weird family?

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ALL AROUND ME Sydney Busacker

When I had no mother to comfort me I made the earth my mother to sing me to sleep.

When I had no father to guide me I made the Sun my father to lead me through life.

When I had no pet I made the river my pet to run with me.

When I had no happiness the sky was my happiness, the thing to cheer me up.

When I had no water I made the raindrops my water to keep me going.

When I had no bed I made the ground my bed to help me sleep.

Now the world is my home.

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THE SAD ROSE William Mahanay

I see a sad rose and it looks like it is rotting of sadness.

I see that the sky is blue in an open ield with the sun to comfort me.

If I smell it, I smell sadness.

It will taste crunchy because it’s rotting.

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IN THIS ONE YOU ARE Andrew Lanzara

In this one you are a luffy dog playing in the grass

In this one you are a fresh batch of cookies fresh from the oven

In this one you are a fresh strawberry cupcake

In this one you are the sound of kids laughing

In this one you are the feel of a cat that got a bath.

In this one you are my mom

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I DOODLE Aubriana Aragon

My pencil walks across my page.

I draw a pretty stream as it pours down my page.

I draw a red rose that stares at the calming sunshine.

Petals fall from the cherry tree.

I sit on the quaint bench underneath the cherry tree.

I’m eating a box of chocolates.

Their taste sleeps in my mouth.

Compared to the tastes of the fresh cherries.

Suddenly I see a dirty wrapper lowing down my pretty stream.

Then My teacher catches me.

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THE CRAZY KITCHEN Claire Bodily

The pink cupcakes I made Are cuddling with the forks.

The red roses are hopping around The kitchen table.

The golden retriever Is stretching on the loor.

Katie is jumping on a chair.

The yellow cat was so scared of the dog It exploded.

The black buttons that didn’t fall off the table Are writing a poem.

The light pink bubble gum on the counter is skipping around.

Aubri is diving for some strange reason.

The fake green pine tree That was in the living room Is now rolling across the loor, And Claire is running here and there, Trying to get everything in order Before her parents get home!

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I REMEMBER WHEN Daxen Walton

I remember when.

I sliced my head open.

By a bucket.

I remember when I face planted at the skate park.

I remember when I got my irst gaming console.

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I REMEMBER Dean Collins

I remember when I learned to ride a bike at my aunt’s house with my dad.

I remember when my 8 year old brother Harrison punched me in the stomach because I wouldn’t get out of his room

I remember when I went to the YMCA with my dad to go swimming

I remember when I was banging my head against the couch and cracked my head open

I remember the irst day of kindergarten

I remember the irst day of 4th grade

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5 WAYS OF LOOKING AT A RASPBERRY Grace Beamguard

It reminds me of chocolate for some reason. It makes me want to scream in delight, of amazingly good taste, and yummyness the way when you bite into it you are amazed.

An amazing beast of lavor that bursts into your mouth. It is amazing creature that means no harm.

It sounds like a pear when you bite into it. It is weird.

Delicious madness that is crazy. It is different.

A thing that is cool not warm or hot, but cool.

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EMMA A FRIEND Ellie Cross

Emma is a sun lower bright and colorful like dew on blades of grass Emma is yellow and purple exciting and pretty Emma is sugar on a crê pe Tasteful and sweet Emma sounds like a lullaby soft and sweet exciting and pretty

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SUNRISE Katie Anderson

The tall green mountains That scrape the sky With their majestic peaks, And the vivid colors; Violet, tangerine, and fuchsia Painting the sky.

The calming breeze That smells vividly like The ocean Mist covers my Body, like a fancy African wrap, As I walk through this Beautiful beginning of another day.

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HAPPINESS Maggie Avey

It looks like bees trying to pollinate a beautiful lily.

Like people sitting in a grassy park tasting sweet watermelon.

It smells like fresh pineapple sweet and bitter and like fresh roses.

It sounds smooth like a butter ly taking light.

It feels like a wet creek.

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THE GREEN FIELD Raidon Hodges

Green grass everywhere I step and a wonderful stream at the bottom of the hill.

Many trees across from me They smell like cherries and brownies and apples.

I see a sign that says off limits I cry a tear and Start to go home and there is a pretty sunset.

And on the way home I cry and sob but I get an idea to come back and take a picture to have this place be with me forever and not leave my side.

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THE FOREST Tanner Frothinger

I see a forest it has beautiful yellow, orange, and red feathers.

There is a waterfall coming off the mountain.

There are red roses that are like they were planted from heaven they smell like the wonderful fresh air.

I see ish that look so peaceful in the fresh water.

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NATURE Violet Morgan

The long streaming river of salt water, And the new petals Of the lower, All in a beauty I see nature among me.

The high mountains, the smell of petunias, I can skip the smooth rocks across the ragged water and listen to the lowing water and birds.

What wonderful nature and its ways.

The lovely work.

The smell, The looks, The sight, and The feel.

Of rocks, rivers, lowers, and mountains.

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THE RIVER BANKS Tyler Reynolds

The river lows clearly, silently.

Only the rush of water is to be heard.

The mountains snow capped.

Their shadow casting a gray gloom Over our valley.

I could smell mama cooking In the other room.

The smell of Huckleberry pie Smells like heaven.

The rose's texture felt like silk.

The sun rising over the valley Casts an orange gloom Scaring the darkness away.

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WHEN I HAD NOÂ… Seth Yerger

When I had no food I fed on sorrow When I had no water I drank Hi-C When I had no sleep I made a bed of jackets When I had no fun I slept and made my dreams my playground When my cats were gone I made pillows my cats When I had no family I painted rocks and made them my family

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I REMEMBERÂ… Ryan Huestis

I remember choking on a gold ish in preschool I remember thinking magic shows were real I remember getting my Wii, I was so excited I remember the time I thought my dog could talk to me I remember playing my irst computer game in preschool.

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THREE WAYS OF LOOKING AT A DRAGON Tiffany Babiracki

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Its scales are red like a ire With teeth as sharp as knives Claws as sharp as swords

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As red as ire A monster to many A friend for some

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A monster to men It eats everything in its path

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Poems from Mrs. Cavazos’ 5th grade class

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THE AIRPLANE JUMP Shane Browen

I am up on an airplane.

I am going skydiving.

I am going to land on the foothills.

It is 1,000 feet high.

I am scared of jumping so I close my eyes and jump and I open my eyes.

I am not scared anymore.

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PANDA Dan Allred

strange

July harsh winter

Antarctica feels

never getting

warmth

from the smite of

the

sun

A back lip off the

Sun

something

beautiful but small and

a pack of hungry piranhas

a big great white

a python biting

it is not beautiful to Antarctica

it kills

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it is

it does not show mercy

Antarctica cowers at the feet of the

SUN

it needs a savior

something

big

furry

a calming sensation

a big warm weight and black blanket shielding

you from

hurt

A

PANDA

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THE FARM Chandler Beasley

I belong in an orchard. I belong on a farm.

I belong on this Earth to work, build, create.

I belong here to take care of my home, my land, my Earth.

I must feed animals.

I believe I can run, jump, jog, bounce.

This is me and this is where I belong.

I shoot at predators. I shoot animals. I am a hunter.

I feel like warm glowing water going down a stream.

With the sun beating down on me. I feel like this is where I belong.

I belong to work, I belong to create

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I BELONG TO LIVE!

I am the cold ice wind in Antarctica.

I am the beating hot sun on a summer day.

I’m the ice cream in the cold fridge.

I am me in my house.

THIS IS ME!

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THE FEARS Cade Smith

Fear of when you are gone Fear of when the rain drops Fear of when the spiders crawl Fear of the monster under the bed Fear of when the doorbell rings in the night Fear of the hatchet when it hits my dog Fear of when dogs run for me Fear of when I leave Fear of when I die alone Fear of losing money to people Fear of when the door creaks Fear of a kid with a knife Fear of a person with a mask and a knife I need money I need food I need diapers I need carrots I need glasses I need a lot of candy I need fruit I need a TV I need to get money from the bank

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THE HANGING TREE Derek Mott

I see a tree, a very white tree.

It looks like a giant snowman with the colors green and white. It gives me fresh air and smells like tree sap. It tastes like wood chips that are sticky.

It feels rough as if four-wheeling in a truck.

Every branch hangs there with it everyday. As if it has plenty of friends. It hangs there every day, watching people go by and listening to the wonders of nature.

It watches the sun go up and down, same with the moon. The tree always talks to the birds. No power on Earth can beat a tree.

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THE NICE WOLF Anna Dykas

I’m at the beach.

Just me, the only one.

Then dogs come running out here.

It’s Harry and Ruger.

Wait, there’s more, B.J. 2 and my ish, Spot and Goldy. (I never knew ish could walk!)

Now I’m not alone, I have my pets.

WAIT, THEY ARE SPEAKING. They are saying leave, leave!

So I did and they followed, but they were right, because something was coming. It was dangerous. What was it? A wolf, dinosaur, or maybe, wait! it’s a wolf.

It’s chasing me.

I RAN INTO MY HOUSE. IT FOLLOWED. I TRIED TO STOP HIM BUT I

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COULDN’T. I FINALLY STOPPED MY HEART RACING, BUT I calmed down.

I sat on the couch.

Where is he?

He could be anywhere.

Where is he?

I FOUND HIM WALKING OVER TO ME. I GIVE UP, I TOLD HIM, BUT HE CAME OVER AND lied with me and he just wanted to lay with me.

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THE OLD OAK TREE Gage Jones

I wake up in a place. Not my home, but a tree. The tree wants a friend. Just an ordinary friend.

The leaves, the branches, the tree.

What’s different about this tree? He is an old oak tree. His leaves leave, making him mad. The oak gives us life. He needs a friend.

A friend can be anyone, I said.

He didn’t listen.

He is cold and weak. He keeps getting older. He hears kids screaming and hollering. The sky is blue and grey. The joy it brings to him when kids climb him. But not any more.

He is just an old oak tree.

He is in pain.

Hello. Who was that? the tree thinks. Who would like me?

I’m an old oak tree.

Suddenly he hears a child laughing.

I see him smiling, because he is an old oak tree.

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THE PEBBLE Madden McGuinn

I am a pebble, a puny pebble. Getting blown around in the wind. I transform into a mountain, larger than the largest mountain.

I see everything. I see over the world. Banks being robbed, murders. How can I stop this?

I turn back into a pebble, then into a river of hate.

I dislike crime, so all criminals come here to drink. But when they do I take them underwater.

Wait. I am not this. I don’t like myself anymore.

I turn into air, pure air. I die. I am no more. That is what I want. But I don’t die. I dance in the wind. I am good now.

I throw lightning bolts down at criminals.

I am rolling next to a black and blue fence.

I freeze and I come out instantly. I am immortal. 100,000 years later I am still here.

I sleep under a dead willow tree. I don’t like being a god.

It is boring. I throw a lightning bolt at me and die. Only I can kill myself.

I am happy now. I am dead, inally dead.

Thank goodness.

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THE WORLD Lauren Smith

I swim out two hours and jump and dive up and down. I swim out even farther and then a horse came out of nowhere and almost hit me. I look back. Shark, shark! I ly like an eagle to the stars. I see creatures even with wings. Dragons the color of black. Pegasus and unicorns. Then I fall back to Earth. No, no, no, don’t go. Hit the water like a bullet. Then I ly, ly, ly back up. The star where the creature is. I look up. I see one. It came to me. I never want to leave this place. No

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THE STORY OF MY FRIEND Madison Meier

The person is my friend and also is a monkey. This friend of mine is brown and has a tail. At the zoo we say a super monkey.

What I want is a new lap top.

Please let me stay up until ten. Oak trees smell like nothing but feel like wood and leaves.

I still do not know who stole my soap and bread. Evan, did you steal my soap and bread?

I need that color pink!

I love December but not June.

The dog is smelly so we don’t want to hug it!

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THE UNFORGETTABLE WAR OF WEIRDNESS Ben Williams

In the peaceful land of the Marshmallows, the Gummy Bears declared a revolutionary war on the Marshmallows to be free. If they got caught, they would be thrown into the duckling and be engulfed. The Marshmallows got counteroffensive, but before that they had a nice lasagna. They got more condensed. They were so distracted by the lasagna that the Gummy Bears stole their cattle and livestock. This was a lethal attack because the Marshmallows didn’t have anything to eat. They couldn’t hunt because they are very condensed. The Gummy Bears developed quick. The next day the Gummy Bear hoodlums got crazy as the brethren stampeded Marshmallow City and won their freedom. Then a huge T-Rex ate them all. The T-Rex shrunk as a volcano rose up and exploded like a pimple getting popped. All of a sudden a meteorite with an atom bomb exploded onto the Earth and created the Atlantic Ocean.

Try forgetting this!

BOOM!

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FASCINATING MARBLES Caelin Judd

Fascinating Marbles

I build marble runs.

Marbles rolling and dropping Sometimes falling, but not from very high.

Marble Roller Coasters

I build marble roller coasters.

Marbles plunging off a steep drop Sometimes jumping off a ramp as a stunt.

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THE WIND AND HIS TREE Brooke Patterson

The wind, a cold thing, always talking. The wind doesn’t blow all the time. It probably gets tired of talking ALL the time. When it has time and every ireplace is on it might say, I have a story to tell.

But the only one who really take time to hear this is a tree. The tree might say, Do tell this story of yours. The wind says, You don’t know it yet but one day I will freeze one of your fallen leaves. Oh, well, do tell why? I will tell you my story. My story begins with the moon. The one moon that therefore is my best friend. I, the wind, will freeze you and your belongings. Oh wind, why would you do such a thing? I want to freeze time. I will spend time looking down at all the children coming out to play. I will become a low breeze. Then I will grow apples, said the tree. After all, I just sit here and watch you, the wind, go by. The moon, the wind says.

My best friend! I will freeze you and your belongings. The moon told the wind. Oh, why is that? You are my friend, right?

The moon said, No, not now, not ever! The moon did what he said.

He froze the wind and said, Goodbye, friend.

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TO A YOUNG POET ADVICE Gage Rudolph

My advice to you for writing a poem is, Do what ever you want to. Try to make a mini story.

Use some metaphors, people, objects, and other things to describe your poem.

That is all I can advise you on for poems.

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YOUR VOICE Aris Neumann

Your voice sounds like Superman’s toe scraping the Empire State Building, Like Iron Man’s suit falling apart, Like nails to a chalkboard, Like a kitten’s claws scraping carpet, Bullet shells lying back on the wall, The tiles being scraped by a metal chair, Like hammering a bent nail, Like a tire exploding, A tree falling in the night.

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ANNOYED BY THAT Jake Jayo

Annoyed by raindrops hitting the roof Annoyed by big brothers Annoyed by cars passing by Annoyed by bugs Annoyed by ireworks Annoyed by music playing Annoyed by bullies Annoyed by work you can’t inish Annoyed by mumbling Annoyed by ads on your game Annoyed by ighting with your friends Annoyed by crickets Annoyed by orchestra playing Annoyed by coughing by sneezing by your dad clearing his throat every second!

Annoyed by losing games Annoyed by people, Annoyed by a secret about you, Annoyed by everything Annoyed by yourself.

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CHEETAHS Jason Snyder

I am running from cheetahs. I get in my house. They’re clawing on the door.

I am trying to get them away.

I inally fall asleep. I wake up. They are gone but I notice I am in a different house. I am over ire.

I try to run. There is a door but it is locked. I kick down the door but there is a talking cheetah. It is their chief!

They notice I am there. I run but they are too fast. I dream up a magic bow. I shoot them down. There is the chief left. He knocks my bow out of my hands. I run him into the ire. Then lots of them leave and go to the jungle to their cheetah ways. I need to destroy their world.

I’m ighting them. I am walking.

The king’s back! Why are there two?

I was ighting two, got one down.

I was knocked back. I’d leap to the last one. They’re gone. I am a hero. The cheetah world is gone. Explosion! I go back to my home but an alien cheetah goes to knock me down. I run in the alien space ship. I break free then I get out. I go back to Earth.

I keep on traveling to ice.

I slip and fall. I hit ice loor. I die.

My last word is, Earthquake.

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COOKIE TRAGEDY Trenten Morauske

I was watching TV and cookies started to ly out of the TV. Then it turned into a cookie that you can eat/oven, and then I had the world’s largest party.

Bret, Brookie, Cade, Derek and the kids in my class all ate cookies.

And we almost got diabetes from all the sugar.

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DAY AT THE BEACH Bret Housel

I took a walk on the beach in Japan. There is a private jet. It’s for me. It smells like iron, hot iron. It feels hard and burns like the summer sun. I walk to the ocean tide. The beach, it smells like sunscreen and salt water. The tide in the background a small wave, getting bigger and bigger. I’m excited waiting for the wave to hit me. Then, I realize it’s not just a wave. It’s the mother wave I stand there shocked. I then run for the jet but as I run it gets farther and farther. The tide sinks back toward the wave. Then I run for the bridge. There’s no time. I jump, waiting for the plummet. I’m not hitting the ground. Then the wave hits

A giant panda rose out of the sand and with his laming sword cut the wave in half. The wave was defeated, then he spoke. The gods have sent me here to save you.

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DREAMING OF THE STARS Megan Reeves

I walk along the beach thinking the world has no peace, no happiness at all.

I hear the roar of the ocean, the crash of the waves, the seagulls’ cries.

Then I feel the sand, the sky, the stars wrap around me, hearing the sounds.

The sand tossing me over until I open my eyes again.

I see light and dark and colors wrapped into a ball.

The ball drags me until I touch it.

I close my eyes again, wondering.

Then I fall back to the ocean knowing I had been to the place where peace was kept; wrapped in the stars.

The waves rock me until I sleep, dreaming of the stars.

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I WANT TO BEÂ… Ryan Harrington

I want to be What I want to be

I want to be a builder I want to be an engineer I want to be an electronic payments professional I want to be a doctor I want to be a salesman I want to be a track star runner I want to be an athlete I want to be a carpenter I want to be a mathematician I want to be a banker I want to be a person with a happy life

I want to be successful Professional

Victorious

Knowledgeable

What do IÂ…

Want to be?

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I’M NOT TELLING YOU WHAT THIS IS ABOUT Alli Rapp-Koslosky

Nature sounds like a waterfall pounding on rocks, leaves brushing against the ground, wind howling like a wolf, glass breaking, animals growling like lions, pebbles falling off a cliff, a cat scratching your arm, water swirling like icicles, footsteps as loud as a dinosaur, lowers as small as a bug, nails scratching a chalkboard, splashing like waves against a beach, a mouse walking across the loor.

Nature is a mystery.

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Poems from Mrs. McManus’ 5th grade class

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THE LONG RIDE TO NOWHERE Sam Barbey

The shutters of the old house making cracking sounds as I enter The pillows are scattered all over the place! What? I hear horsemen run through the plains! I run to the bay that is right by it. I see a ball come to me. Then faster and faster it comes the more I slow down. Then it reaches me but I dodge it and run to the mountain peaks and I don’t stop. The mountains are no longer visible. Everything is gone! The world is white as fresh snow. I feel a weird scene, satin, then I wake up and see my Mom saying, Good morning.

My room is rearranged then I ask myself Is this real? Was I dreaming for ten years? Is this the correct universe?

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NO MORE Brett Orton

No more waiting for the day No more buying No more taking No more pain of the wait No more fear No more working too long No more ights with my mind No more looking like an idiot No more of the expected No more paying No more problems No more unhappy days No more remembering No more feeling of breaking No more sorrow No more normal No more suffering in this room No more fear of something behind me No more frustration No more images of people attacking No more confusion of the world No more death No more of the pain in the world No more losing or winning No more of nothing No more of no more

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BAD DREAM Owen Sepulveda

I’m walking in Hawaii. The big palm trees growing over my head.

The sand is pulling me down. It’s getting to my head. Now I’m in the sand. Then I hear a voice. Swim, swim, swim! Then I’m out, but I see snow and a snowman talking to another snowman. Then they start to follow me. I start running. But they start to catch up. I get scared. There are more of them. I trip, but it’s weird, like someone tripped me. Then it’s warm. I’m in the warm water. My mom is sitting in a chair. When I come out she says there is a big wave. It hits me. I get pushed to the dry sand. She asks me what I was doing. I say having a bad dream.

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GOD AND JESUS Aaron Blair

I am a bumble bee.

I love to rest and play.

I am a spirit animal.

I am brave and honest.

I am a son of God and Jesus.

I am a good son to my Mom. I am Harriet Tubman.

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HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY Emma Russell

They’re eating their hair while it’s blowing in the air. Hopefully their dresses don’t tear.

Their mouths are as big as a giant but they are not so silent.

Her necklace could chop her neck off while she hops too high. She might kill herself. The bill of their noses are red.

Before they go to bed the tent is yellow and white and they’re bending their arms. They all have matching tattoos.

I hope they don’t get boo boos.

Her hand is ombre with their bands suffocating their wrists. One has a large ist. Their eyes are squinted while they say their goodbyes.

GOOD BYE!

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DREAM Ehrin Argabrite

Dream of the quiet evening to yourself.

Dream of the warm ire in the ireplace.

Dream of the hot chocolate as it touches your mouth.

Dream of a place that you live in all alone.

Dream of a place with no worries or troubles or siblings.

Dream of being there with the person who you always wanted to meet.

Dream of everything being perfect Dream of all your favorite things mixed into one.

Dream of having your favorite animal as your favorite pet.

Dream of peace for the rest of your life.

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TIME Aurora Wilde

No time for work Because of you

No time for love Because of you

No time for a child with rosy cheeks No time for a bed to sleep No time for a run Because of you

No time for eggs Because of you

No time for school Because of you

No time for a book Because of you

No time for clothes No time for snow globes No time for lowers Because of you

No time for hair – I cut it off

Because of you No time for you

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COLD Sarah Clevenger

The cold was an awful place!

It was white, cold, freezing.

The snow was coming alive and raining terror on all who came out.

Jackets would dieÂ… of hypothermia.

The weather was harsh.

You felt like you were punched in the stomach by the air!

Your happiness was stolen by temperature.

Even with six sweaters.

Seven coats.

Twelve pairs of socks.

You would still freeze.

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DREAM LIKE A DANCE Jordan Grove

Dream like sun lower happiness Dream like joy and fun sun lowers Dream like peace of sun lowers Dream like sun lowers basking Dream like I can Dream like you can Dream like a star Dream like a sun lower Dream like a diamond Dream like a jewel Dream like a mermaid Dream like honey Dream like joy

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QUIET AS A MOUNTAIN Carter Castleberry

As I slowly close my eyes in bed, I slowly leave my home and turn into a great big mountain. as peaceful as if everyone on Earth was gone or disappeared.

The mist hits my face as the trees sway side to side.

I see people climb me all the way to my head.

And then slide all the way down as the mist slowly rises.

I ind myself back in bed, not a mountain in the forest.

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WAVES AND EMOTIONS Dallyn L. Walton

I used to be a normal girl in a normal world.

But now I’m an ocean illed with life and water.

I ride to shore frightened but excited.

What’s next to come?

I ride to shore over and over again.

My life is illed with waves of emotions leaving me.

All I want is one thing Calm, no waves up or down.

Is that so hard to ask?

I feel the sting of the sting ray.

The poke of the sword ish.

The splash of the dolphin.

The sounds of the ocean aren’t calm aren’t joyful it’s just waves of emotions and feelings.

The ride to shore with feelings.

Come back with emotions.

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FOR THE WIN Patrick Alexander

For the win For the baseball For the race For the basketball or football For the soccer For the jump roping For the keyboard For the war For the sake of winning For the baseball win For the gold metal in the race For the basketball or football win For the soccer win For the jump rope competition win For the war win For the win

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A TRICKLE DOWN MY CHEEK Leifur Christianson

A tear sounds like a leg snapping like a branch screaming laughing at the boy who wishes he was never born a slam, blood a crash, a car making an abomination of its owner destruction the leveling of a home a birthday where your father isn’t there a lag a mission never ending never completing but also like healing a star shooting seeing your parents once more

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MYSTERIOUS WEATHER Addie Clark

I saw a snowball. I picked it up, the color changed to red, green, pink, blue, yellow, all the colors you could imagine. The moment was so magical I felt like I was lying with birds, then suddenly it melted back to its original colorÂ… white. I looked around and asked myself, How does a snowball show up in the middle of summer?

There was no snow at all and I dropped the snowball and when it touched the ground it froze back into a snowball and rolled away.

I never found it again.

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THE BLUR Lauren Sonne

I ran to the shore.

The sun shines bright in my face. Suddenly everything closes up. The water is getting closer.

So is the sun. Things are spinning faster and faster, so fast everything stops. I don’t see or hear the ocean. I can’t feel the warmth on my back. I see an object but it’s too blurry. I can not tell what it is. I turn around.

It is right there when I turn around. I turn to my side.

There it is again. I turn to my other side. It is there once again.

It seems it is going everywhere I go or look.

It says something but it is so far away all I hear is a mumble. Then everything turns blank. All I know is I’m lying down on the ground. It is very cold. I don’t see anything, but I hear that same exact mumble. I barely open my eyes and there he is. The same guy following me around on the beach. I don’t

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know what he wants? He comes closer! He holds out his hand, pulls me up and Poof. He’s gone and I’m in my bed. No more water from the ocean. No more warm sun on my back. I’m just lying in my bed and really I don’t know how I got there and who that man was. I want to go back so I know who he was. I wanna know what he said. I wanna know why I was at the beach and then all of a sudden in the cold. But there are really no answers.

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ONLY A DREAM Eddy Moorman

I was running in the future, when the monster mice roamed. Then I hid inside an alleyway where the ire burned above. But then, I see, in the corner of my eye, a sword and shield, my oh my! I fought and slashed and slashed and fought, but every time I slashed, more mice came out of the sword! So I broke the sword and

Ah! I said, sweating in

my bed. Oh, it was only a dream.

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THE DIFFERENCE Josephine Beasley

I’m strong and brave.

The icy blue eyes of the girls sparkled in the distance.

The sunset was magical with the clouds swaying past each other.

The deer was white as snow, and looked like a snow lake in the fog.

But, the differences between the friends got in the way.

Wait, when did you get here and when?

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CHANGING Chloe Hopkins

The dog’s eyes are droopy and his ears are down

Please don’t cry, I’m still here but I’m still purple and I’ll never be blue

You now are my grandfather and you were my dog

Then you turn red with power and burn everything in sight

I am powerful but rude only to you

You are rude and mean You know my weakness and scream

I’m here for you Please don’t go, I need you People tell lies about me, I need you You’re my only friend

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VOLCANO Cade Lark

One day I was a football player Now I am a volcano

I throw a football on the red lava in the magma chamber

The football instantly falls in the lava getting a bad disintegration

My football, my life, my money GONE!!!

Trying to play football with a dried up lava ball in this volcano

This lava ball is awesome but I was bored so I cut open the lava ball. It had a billion dollars in it

I used that money for a new football

That football is a non-disintegrated football so I can play with it for the rest of my life.

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Samurai Sam Peter Krahn

Tree, you are brown bark and old and green The same wild battleground Please, said Bob as Sam, put him down But I must It's my truce Then an army of strong and weak charges Sky where heaven is held I go there now I’m dead now, a spirit of heaven.

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CRYSTALLINE WATERS Erik Garringer

Liquid green, unlike nothing you’ve ever seen. Dancing on the water like a disc shaped stone, skipping across the water, lung from well skilled hands.

You’re not alone. You have your well spoken friend on your side.

There’s no need to ight the tide.

You’re in peaceful waters. It feels like you’re on a sacred water dish, it for the likes of the knights of the round table.

No rapids No waves No tides Just the light of the warm summer breeze makes the crystalline water shimmer like Snow White’s mirror.

Shimmer the water.

Glisten like falling glass.

Glisten like breaking diamonds.

A kayak on the waters.

Waters, waters.

Crystalline waters.

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MOST OF Hawkins Herrold

Most of us broken Most of eggs broken Most weapons broken Most bones broken Most walls broken Most hearts broken Most houses broken Most doors broken Most toys broken Most bread broken Most soldiers broken Most broken world there ever was Most coming back Most walls coming back Most people coming back Most bones coming back Most houses coming back Most eggs coming back Most hearts coming back

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NO NAME Maddie Gorman

Once I lived happy now I live in a sea of misery.

All I feel is regret, and how one little mistake changed my life forever.

The only thing I hear is sorrow coming from deep inside of me,

asking me to cry but I don’t.

I can’t be happy without her.

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ABOUT THE CABIN

The Cabin’s mission is to inspire and celebrate a love of reading, writing, and discourse throughout Idaho and the region. Each year, The Cabin serves 750 members, more than 2,000 children and youth, and 30,000 people through educational and cultural programs. Programs for young writers are the largest part of The Cabin’s work.

The Cabin serves its diverse constituencies through:

Writers in the Schools (WITS) which places professional writers in classrooms, juvenile detention centers, hospitals and other sites across the state for in depth writing-residencies.

Readings & Conversations, an annual lecture series featuring world-class authors.

Cabin Writing Camps offering creative writing adventures for youth and adults.

Writers in the Attic, an annual publication opportunity for local writers.

Read Me Treasure Valley, an invitation for the community to read the same book.

Community engagement events such as author workshops, readings by Idaho authors, and other programs for readers and writers of all ages.

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