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5th Annual Words in Motion Program
Congratulations to everyone who participated in
this year’s Words in Motion program. Your creativity,
imagination and talent reflect the vibrant culture of
Wood Buffalo.
Junior / High School Category
20 Ballpoint
21 I…
22 Months Ago
23 My Heart is a Garage
24 Oxymoron in Nature
25 Shattered
26 The Forest Springs to Life
27 The Strong Wind
28 Today is the Day
Elementary School Category
29 ABCs of Cupcakes
30 Chloe’s Words
31 Ethan’s INSIDE
32 Free to be Me
33 Friendship
34 How it Hurts
35 I’m Not Perfect
36 Les Arts/ Arts
37 Life is Like Books
38 Music
39 Silence
40 Snowflakes
41 The Brightness of the Stars
42 The Lonely Cookie
43 The Rude Dude Dragon
44 The Silver Fox
45 Whispers of the Wind
46 Your Smile
TABLE OF CONTENTS
Public Category
2 Always Watching
3 Ascent
4 Autumn Brilliance
5 Being a Mom
6 Days Gone By
7 Existential Taco
8 Flux
9 My Daughter
10 My First Poem
11 My Old Bar Stool
12 Nothing Lasts Forever
14 Sweet Symphonies
15 The Barn
16 The Road to Broad Cove
17 Two studies into the ampersand (&)
18 Voices
19 Wood Buffalo; Where ART Thou?
1
I know the grief
and the pain held inside
everything since
he and I died
I think we’re in heaven
they call better place
I have to disagree
I can’t lay hands on your face
Run my hand through your hair
like I did every night
and the kiss good bye
as I went to my flight
I’m left with these words
that you’ll never see
so I’ll write this in clouds
help you remember me
I would love to tell you
grip tight and hold on
but the fact of the matter
we both are gone
Don’t worry sweetie
I have our boy right here
sat down smiling
in his mickey mouse chair
I look down on you
from time to time
there so much burden
and pain in your eyes
I shed tears with you
and wish I could tell
but you’re all alone
in what must be hell
When you look back
for memories of me
forget twisted metal
cars wrapped around trees
Think of the day
you became a mom
the days before he arrived
seemed so stagnate and long
Our first date
we got lost in the trees
but truth was we were found
with just you and me
Or the other time
I dropped to one knee
to let you know
you’re the only one for me
I know there are mountains
you have yet to climb
I know you’ll make it
it’s a matter of time
so as I end this
and I put words to rest
you’re my world
in life and death
There is one up side
and lucky you
some people have one angel
watching
you now have two
Riley Edward Woodford
Always Watching
2
From boy, to Man
I struggled, I tried
And ‘though I stumbled, I climbed
up to the Heights and realized,
what I sought was deep inside.
Calvin Pitt
Ascent
3
The hills are afire
with the glowing embers of fall.
Flickers of crimson emblaze the valleys,
intertwined with sparks of gold.
Luminous orange and evergreen bursts
complete the palate.
Soon this brilliant mass will be extinguished
by winter’s gentle blanket
but will ignite with emerald beauty
in the spring.
Cathy Weir
Autumn Brilliance
4
5
I wish I could be different
I wish I could be free
From all the worry, heartache and deep anxiety
I care so much for each of you
And want the very best
I’ll fight for you, cry with you and hug you ferociously
If ever your dreams carry you to places I can’t go
Know that I will be there still, never letting you slow
The disappointments hurt, and setbacks feel like pain
But know in your soul, that you are growing again
I will lift you every day in prayer, hope and desire
The only thing I need is for you to love and be inspired
Believe in yourselves, be confident and smart
Learn new skills daily and always do your part
Fill your mind and heart
Your best is good enough,
I’ll never ask for more than that
What if I was different?
What if I was not me?
What would become of you?
How different would that be?
The eyes of a mother see so much...the good things and the bad.
These are the days of my life...the best I’ve ever had.
Emma McDonald
Being a Mom
Dining table turned upside down
Nylon string to raise the flaps
My brother and I sit back to back
In the cockpit of our ‘bomber’
Pete the pilot with plunger for joystick
Eyes on the target through the flak
I’m the gunner mop handle machine gun
Watching for Nazis coming from the back
12 miles to target our Pete intones
As I nervously scan the blackened skies
Boom! the cockpit shakes side to side
As we turn and stare into mother’s eyes!
She’s smiling though at our game
Glad I guess we’re somewhere safe
Up to no good but playing together
As all little brothers should
Memories of a childhood past
Always make me smile and wish
To see his face just one more time
Laughing in the face of danger
Bill Duncan
Days Gone By
6
The thrill of the taco,
Was not quite what Morris expected.
But he accepted.
That it was medium heat.
Medium.
Heat.
Saddles Turcotte
Existential Taco
7
Time pops perennial,
On petaled fruit-bud bursts.
Tender leaves unfurled,
Awaken sleeping thirst.
Blackbirds dive entwined,
Insistent evolutes;
Ribbons to the earth,
In flutters of salute.
Squeals from the branch,
Feathered anthem drench;
Sound droplets spilt, pour
Weary heart its quench.
Roots drink up full;
Rings engorge sap-soaked.
Meristems reach out,
Newly bark uncloaked.
Bones of winter stands,
Bathed in sunlight’s reign;
Blush a maiden green,
Hedgerow to the grain.
Life taps the pedestal
At stillness in conduct;
The instrumental mingle, of,
Sweet season in its flux.
Kimberly Fiske
Flux
8
Oh Manal my closest, dearest daughter
Oh, the twine of a bright flower
Hurry to me whenever you hear my foot steps
With your caring sweet fresh kisses
Hug me to make me forget the life’s worries
and the life’s harsh
When you laugh, your voice is sweeter than
a flute in his best clang
When you smile, all the life became nice and
satisfying to me.
Meriem Bekkouche
My Daughterابنتي
منال یا ابنتي الغالیة و یا توام الزھرة الزاھیة
خطایا الي اسرعي ان سمعتي بقبلتك العذبة الحانیةفضمیني إلیك ألنسى لدیك ھموم حیاة غدت قاسیةاذا ماضحكتك فصوتك أحلى من الناي في رنة شاذیةاذا مابتسمتي فكل الحیاة ابتسام تجيء لمرضاتیا
My Daughter
Oh Manal my closest, dearest daughter Oh, the twine of a bright flower Hurry to me whenever you hear my foot steps With your caring sweet fresh kisses Hug me to make me forget the life’s worries and the life’s harsh When you laugh, your voice is sweeter than a flute in his best clang When you smile, all the life became nice and satisfying to me.
Meriem Bekkouche
9
Recently I was told that
I am not a philosopher poet.
At first I wanted to
push against that notion,
however after pondering on it ,
I have came to realization
and do agree
that I am not a philosopher poet.
I am more of a wood carver poet,
a kind of that carves on the school desk
a shape of the heart and in it
first letter of the name
of his first crush
plus the first letter of
his own name.
After all these years
I still remember my first poem;
it was visual, it was love ,
and it was humourous,
to everyone else in a class ,
except to the carver of a poem.
When teacher asked me to
write it on the blackboard
I told her that carving of it on wood
carries with it a metaphorical meaning
and refused to do it.
She went on and
wrote it herself .
Then she asked me
to explain the poem .
I told her the line I once
learned from watching a
movie about the man whom
many consider the greatest
poet of love, Pablo Neruda;
I said, “Poetry, once explained ,
becomes meaningless!”
She turned
towards the class and announced ;
“It appears that not only
are we ignorant that in our midst
we have a poet,
we are also missing
a philosopher”
and then turning towards me continued
“and I am speaking literally,
go to the principal’s office !”
What is the first letter
of your first name ?
Maybe my first poem
was above all else
a prophetic poem.
Mario Eric
My First Poem
10
Here I sit and burn through time
downing bottles, wasting lives
see this place more than my home
sit and rock here like a stone
From my old bar stool
Some nights slow and others glow
filled with young, frail, and old
they throw their bodies to and fro
I sit on this wood emotions ice cold
From my old bar stool
I watched love come here to thrive
sometimes to settle down and die
to grow strong like an Ox
or settle into a crafted pine box
From my old bar stool
I once had a wife to hold and love me dear
but I spent too much time here
letting the shots cloud my head
different night a different bed
From my old bar stool
I had love both strong and true
had a house with a beautiful view
life was planned with a white picket fence
but I ended up in under a dress
From my old bar stool
I own nothing, just my bottle
I don’t tame demons, just coddle
sit and feed them from my throne
sad, desperate, and alone
From my old bar stool
The tears I I’ve lost have burn me a hole
addiction left me with a broken soul
my kids hate the thing I am
A shameful, helpless, broken man
From my old bar stool
Come and sit with me and hear my tale
the failed life, my greatest betrayal
a cautionary fable of my wreck
addiction wrapped tight around the neck
don’t look me in the eyes for they lay empty
this is how my choices left me
I had my day when I was in my prime
jet black hair and a strong jaw line
women flocked and had my smile
all so fake and hid the vile
So hear this loud and hear this well
this is my dread my make shift hell
the skin and flesh will make a you the fool
and all you’ll have is an old bar stool
Riley Edward Woodford
My Old Bar Stool
11
When we first met,
She was a shining beauty,
Brighter and warmer
Than the sun doing its duty.
Her angelic voice
And resplendent smile
Lit up the world
Like the joy of a child.
But now, here we are
With many a year passed
Reluctant to accept
That true love doesn’t last.
Her beauty fades,
My hard muscles soften,
And we don’t say
“I love you” as often.
We cherish our child,
So we stay together,
Denying this truth:
Nothing lasts forever.
Andrew Meintzer
Nothing Lasts Forever
12
Sweet
Mellifluous, melodies of music
Float
Ever so gently
Through the realms of my mind
Composing masterpieces
From nature’s harmonious creatures
Letting the sun shine
Where there was always darkness
The corners of my mind
Cry out in ecstasy
At this sudden
BURST!
Of euphonious nourishment
Broken
Thoughts
Join as one
Until my mind begins over flowing
With subliminal
Symphonies
Lisa Arseneau
Sweet Symphonies
14
There she sits worn and tired
no longer the proud structure erect and strong.
In her youth she bore witness to many births
providing shelter as they nursed and thrived.
She counted each one at daybreak
and waited for their return at dusk
but their numbers grew fewer and her owner didn’t visit anymore.
When the first rain dripped through her rafters she knew the decline had begun.
The planks once generously coated with that rich shade of red
now hang greyed and chapped
bearing the bruises of the many storms she has weathered.
Time has not been kind.
Her head hangs low, no longer able to bear the weight of the elements.
Her sad frame.
Soundlessly the sun peeps over the horizon
gently easing through her seams
casting droplets of gold around her
warming the boards she has clung to.
She creaks
quietly acknowledging the birth of a new day.
Cathy Weir
The Barn
15
The low angle sun shines through the trees; it lights our way through the dawn breeze.
The one on my left says, “Light me a smoke”.
The other opens the window so he don’t choke.
I’m the Jr. of the three:
my brother and Sr. riding with me.
Lobster fishing bait in the back of the truck.
“Four crates today, with any luck.”
Then a fox jolts by and snatches my gaze.
They don’t notice, as if in a daze.
They’re thinking about our day on board.
I realize they’ve been down this road before.
Later we’ll be away from land’s reach.
To the Point, the Joker’s, then to the Beach.
My thoughts won’t be about today’s catch or the ropes that could bring me to my death.
They’ll be of the fox I saw as we drove in the low angle sun on the road to Broad Cove.
John Beaton
The Road to Broad Cove
16
And one.
“It’s not what it seems,” said the teacher, “like the posterior pituitary gland,”
“Excuse me? What?” said the student, “I really just don’t understand.”
The Teacher then sighed and patiently said, “Watch out, here’s my elegant metaphor.
The ampersand’s really an ‘and’ in disguise. In Latin ‘E T’ are the letters for
ET, which means and, which when slovenly scripted turns into a horrible squiggle;
Like the gland in line one which isn’t a gland, ampersand is a grammarly niggle.”
“Then the gland’s not a gland, &’s not an ‘and’. Is the moon ergo made of green cheese?”
“Don’t be silly,” said Teacher, “a Brie’s not the feature. Please focus instead on the ease
that the ampersand happened. Linguistically flattened, it followed the Zed at the end
of the alphabet’s singing, ‘Z and per se and’, ringing out like a name to append.
So it’s really an ‘and’. By itself (per se) bland. As much fun as a trip through Wisconsin.
But without it they say there is no other way you could link Band-Aid’s Johnson & Johnson.
And two.
Ampersand quality,
hangs on the graphical
interface artistry
of the design.
Meanwhile its meaningful
usage in scholarly
tomes at some colleges
doesn’t align.
Kevin Thornton
Two studies into the ampersand (&).
17
She hears your voice,
over all of the other things she only hears your voice.
As she falls off the cliff of misery you’ve built for her,
you laugh as she hears your voice coming closer.
Everyday is like walking on fire
but bringing her down is not going to bring you any higher.
Every night she closes her eyes hoping in the morning you won’t be here,
and her tears are like tsunamis washing away your fears.
But as the sun rises lighting up the whole world, your underestimated plan uncurls.
The words you said to her were just band aids you used to cover your scars,
and when your voice is gone she’ll shine like the stars.
You filled her with fears so she didn’t have space for dreams, but don’t let anyone define you by all means.
Now your voice is just the dirt on her shirt that is washing away,
and the memory of you will never replay.
When you’re presented with all these different choices remember, they are all just voices.
Tanisha Kadia
Voices
18
Culture expressed. History preserved.
With shades in paints;
Creations observed.
Calligraphy classics, written and skilled.
Clay masterpieces molded,
In the potters’ guild.
Local market vendors with homemade crafts,
Knitted and sewed items,
Delivered in sash.
Where ART thou, Wood Buffalo?
Omnipresent - everywhere.
On the mainstage with theatrical flair.
Choreographed actions; songs of play.
Found at Keyano
And the LIVE café.
The Full Moon rises on performers alike.
In coffee house style,
Complete with open mic.
Found - looking up, to the Fort McMurray sky.
The northern lights dance,
As photographers spy.
Collections of vivid light, captured by telephoto lens.
On palettes to canvas,
Wisped by brushes and pens.
Daytime workshops, lectures, referrals.
Buildings tagged with aerosol,
Showcased in murals.
Members of council with passion to host,
Community support
And talent at most.
Motions of words, move through the stations.
Taking imaginations
To various locations.
The art is alive;
In galleries and on the street.
History cultured: Repeat, repeat.
Dawn Booth
Wood Buffalo; Where ART thou?
19
Full of black ink
And painted silver
It rests in my pocket
Slender and slim.
It is the baton
That I carry around
To pull out when
Any ideas appear.
I am a conductor
As I string letters
To spell magical tunes
That makes symphonies.
Aiman NaeemGrade 12 Westwood Community High School
Ballpoint
20
I run… run away from those who love me
I push… push away the help I know I need
I fear... fear that my life will never be the same
I hide... hide from the kids who criticize me
I change…change so I can fit in
I ignore… ignore my friends so I seem cool
I rebel… rebel so I get in trouble
I sneak out… sneak out to be with “my friends”
I realize… realize that what I am doing is wrong
I turn…turn to my friends and family for help
I open… open up to my loved ones
I go back… go back to who I was and who I will always be
Cassidy EmberleyGrade 7Holy Trinity High School
I…
21
it’s simple really.
let your mind go with the river,
away from the storm you have created in your mind
months ago.
free yourself
from this world of misery and hate
let yourself enter a world of peace and happiness.
let go of the old you
from months ago
when you got swept up in the current
that you couldn’t control.
Danika SlobodianGrade 9 École McTavish Junior High Public School
months ago
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23
My heart is a garage
There are flies buzzing everywhere
Outside doors to the lane have fallen off years ago
Dozens of massive planks nailed across the entrance
The timbers holding the roof were rotten and sagging in
The whole thing could collapse at any moment
A little cracked window stood in one of the walls
Barely transparent, just enough light passes to see
Filthy rolls of cracked linoleum standing in front of it
There’s enough dust to clog someone’s throat and nose
Thick cobwebs are put to scare trespassers
They fear the labyrinth
My heart is a garage
people visit during open houses
They come and go, but never stay
They fear the mess inside
The work needed to maintain it
The work needed to fix it
An ugly exterior and even worse interior
My heart is a garage
Alex DeaconuGrade 9École McTavish Junior High Public School
My Heart is a Garage
Delicate, deceptive, innocent little drop
Of the glacial rain that dances non-stop
It is a thing of such trivial existence
But if you admire it from a distance
As it falls among the others in sync
For once you should stop and think
Is that solitary raindrop so naive?
It could never truly begin to believe
That it should be rightfully accused
For the flood that perpetually abused
The myriad of lives, the homes, the joy
In the place that it could only destroy?
Aiman NaeemGrade 12Westwood Community High School
Oxymoron in Nature
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25
The terrifying rumble is etched in my brain;
what I felt there and then, I can’t explain.
Vast buildings crumbled like a biscuit would;
a man helplessly died and we just stood.
Another man was crushed, as if he were a maggot;
the fire gnawed on buildings and left them ragged.
The quake had ignited fire: now it reached the sky;
“The Lord sent it ...” I heard someone cry.
As the fire hissed and the buildings burned,
people huddled together and tossed and turned.
The fear and the horrible sights were tragic and glum;
I thought the end of the world had come.
Maham FatimaGrade 10Westwood Community High School
Shattered
When walking through the forest,
To my eyes appear,
The colourful buds of life,
Poking through the bland, white slush and puddles,
Of an abandoned winter.
The rush of an awakening river,
And the comfort of warmth after frost,
Along with a bird’s sweet hello,
And the growing scent of evergreen and flowers,
Renew my senses,
As this forest springs to life.
Grace BoserGrade 7 École McTavish Junior High Public School
The Forest Springs to Life
26
The air is angry,
Don’t let go of what you hold…
The wind will take it.
Sarah EtwarooGrade 9École McTavish Junior High Public School
The Strong Wind
27
I had the time
but I blew it
Social project due tomorrow
Man screw it
Video games, TV, phones, procrastination,
This is what’s taken over our generation
Leaving us as a helpless nation.
I had the knowledge
but I refused to use it
All the pointless things we learn in school
Making me feel like a damn fool.
I resort to smoking because it made me feel so cool.
I had the support
but I ignored it
Everyone telling me I can do it
I never thought they were being legit
And because of that I could never take a hit.
Because of all that the little man inside me chooses
To use all these excuses
Because he refuses to lose his
DIGNITY!
Without realizing that I’m jeopardizing my future
As I’m terrorizing the little man who says he can.
From this day on if I don’t have the time
I’m gonna MAKE IT!
Because if there’s an opportunity
I’m gonna TAKE IT!
This is my second chance
I ain’t gonna WASTE IT!
I may not have the support anymore
But my confidence is here for sure.
There’s always gonna be another tomorrow
But there is never gonna be another yesterday
So instead of doing it later how about we start today.
Timothy Dikit, Tushar Police, Abbas Eidelkhani & Jared BurkeGrade 9École McTavish Junior High Public School
Today is the Day
28
Amazing cupcakes are really yummy.
But I like to eat the
Cupcake mix when there is extra! My mom says
Don’t eat it-we might need to use it
Especially if we make a second batch! I say
Fine-but it’s so
Good I need to
Have it. It’s
Irresistible I have to eat it. She
Just says no!
Keep your hands away from it. I got some on my
Lips I lick it away so my
Mom doesn’t see that I have it.
Next she bakes them. She turns the
Oven on, and she
Puts them in. I
Quickly ask if she can get me milk. I sneak some cupcake mix and
Run away just like a
Sneaky rabbit.
Then I go
Upstairs and sing. I go
Visit my grandma’s house
While my mom is baking. I say they are
Xtra delicious and
Yummy. She says thank you. I ask her if she can
Zip up my jacket and go home to eat cupcakes. She says yes.
Shashawna TremblayGrade 6Conklin Community School
ABCs of Cupcakes
29
Be the peace in the fight,
Be the dark in the light.
Be the sun in a storm,
Be the line in the curve.
But no matter who you
are or what you’ll be,
you’ll always mean
Something to me.
So dance out loud
And make the crowd proud.
As you are one of the
beautiful pieces of life,
but don’t forget there will
always be a light.
Like the water on the fire
you will always be
desired, the lucky clover
that looks like a tiny leaf,
could bring you all the
luck you need. Rise and shine,
walk the line. And always know
to be yourself
Chloe NormanGrade 5Timberlea Public School
Chloe’s Words
30
Behind the screen
Above the bed
Inside during a nice warm day
Near the shade
Under the roof
With the lights off
Without a guardian in sight
In his room with the door locked
Along with his friends playing Xbox live
Ethan Adby Grade 5Conklin Community School
Ethan’s INSIDE
31
Don’t let anyone tell you who to be.
Everyone should tell themselves, I’m free to be me.
Do not let a bully make your heart sink.
When they are older they will rethink.
Maybe they shouldn’t of bullied you.
I know they shouldn’t of made you sad and blue.
I know how you felt. Trust me I have dealt.
Your forgiveness will not be bought.
I would like to tell all youths, you will never be alone, but you will be
accompanied in my thoughts.
Just remember don’t let anyone tell you who to be.
Everyone should tell themselves I’m free to be me.
Alexandra MooreGrade 5Walter & Gladys Hill Public School
Free to be Me
32
Our memories may fade in the wind,
our dreams may soar in new heights,
but our friendship can last forever.
It just can’t end with a splat or a boom,
it will hold on tight,
like a pack of wolves.
We can’t be separated like petals,
or forced away into hiding,
but it will always be better when both of our heads work together.
Manorama JoshiGrade 6Walter & Gladys Hill Public School
Friendship
33
It hurts how much I thought you cared,
It hurts how much you hurt me.
I tried to hold it deep inside,
but now I’m letting it free.
I told you that you had my heart,
I told you that I trusted you.
But now you left me oh so lonely,
left me hanging from a tree.
The ones you love the most they say,
are the ones that hurt the most.
They always seem to break your heart,
and then go run away.
Bethel AbebeGrade 6Father Turcotte School
How it Hurts
34
I’m not perfect…
I don’t live in a perfect world…
I may not be rich, but I’m valuable…
I’ve done bad things in the past,
and I regret it…
I may not be perfect, and I don’t live to be…
So take me for who I am…
Or watch me walk away.
Bethel AbebeGrade 6Father Turcotte School
I’m Not Perfect
35
Les couleurs autour de moi m’inspirent
Quand je peins,mon pinceau bouge pour mieux m’éclaircir
Assise dans ma tanière
Je peins toujours à ma manière
Quand je dessine j’exprime mes émotions
Tout ce que j’imagine sort de mon crayon
J’ajoute de la couleur à mon dessin
Mon oeuvre brille à mes yeux à la fin
Je suis contente rapidement
Ma colère s’en va facilement
Une fois commencé
Je ne peux plus m’arrêter
When I paint, my brushes clear my moves
The colours around inspire me
Sitting in my den
I still paint my way
When I draw I express my emotions
All I imagine out of my pencil
I add colours to my design
My work is shining to my eyes at the end
It makes me happy
My anger goes away easily
Once started
I cannot stop
Melissa KatumbaGrade 6École Boréal
Les Arts Arts
36
37
Life is like books
Every day is a new page
Every week is a chapter! (It can be!)
But the door that leads to…what? Imagination?
Does that inspire you to write your own?
Or does reading this poem already inspire you?
Or do you have to get out of bed,
and make it happen?
Well I’m not you,
you’re not me
so what?
What genre is your book?
Page, photo
Anyways
The key you have to find
so you will be able to go……..
through the door
is it part of your book?
Who knows!
Again I’m not you
you’re not me!
It’s YOUR own!!
So ENJOY!!
Enya DangeGrade 6Walter & Gladys Hill Public School
Life is Like Books!
Manorama JoshiGrade 6Walter & Gladys Hill Public School
Music
38
Beating myself over fright
Every day and every night.
In my room, tears stream
Why can’t they hear me scream?
Finding the courage to speak up and tell
Hoping things will turn out well.
Chloe BrondialGrade 6Father Turcotte School
Silence
39
White, delicate, and soft
in places like this they fall all year round.
Falling in tangled patterns,
caressing the earth ever so gently.
Their touch sends shivers down my spine
the whooshing winds blow them far and wide.
Like the northern lights they flicker
making textured lines throughout the sky.
The beauty, absolutely breathtaking
yet there is something else to them,
something they have that I don’t.
Green with envy I watch them dance
the tango, waltz, they do it all
while I sit here behind a glass frame
a frame through which I see the world,
trapped. I silently watch them again.
Never do they dance the same dance
because they have that which I don’t:
freedom.
Duaa KhanGrade 5Fort McMurray Islamic School
Snowflakes
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Before you went to sleep
You looked upon the stars
And when you wished upon them
They wished upon you.
You said your hope
And they said their hope.
The brightness of the stars
Put you to sleep
You felt pleased
You wished upon
The brightness of the stars.
Janna StoneGrade 4Walter & Gladys Hill Public School
The Brightness of the Stars
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Inside a house
On a table is a jar
In the jar-a cookie!
Within the cookie- chocolate chips!
Beside the cookie- crumbs!
With no one in sight-
Since everyone is eating cake-
Beyond the lonely little cookie
In the dark a hand creeps
Towards the jar and slips
Inside.
Nearby- remains only crumbs!
Sienna QuintalGrade 5Conklin Community School
The Lonely Cookie
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I’m a rude dude dragon,
And better than the rest.
I can fly around the world
And always look my best!
I’m fabulous with fiery flare
And if you dare,
To step inside my loathsome lair,
I will share my crown
And show you the sights ‘round town.
I may scare you, so beware . . .
It may be unfair
But please, come with me. . .
And we’ll be set free.
I’m a rude dude dragon,
And better than the rest.
I can fly around the world
And, I always look my best.
But if you care . . .
Might you be my maiden fair?
Kadence Wigmore- Hagerman Grade 3Father Turcotte School
The Rude Dude Dragon
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I’ve seen a silver fox
I call him Silver Blue
I watch him from my window
In my field of view
He lives in the forest right near my house
Up the road, and to the south
He has a little friend, a wolf cub
In the snow they roll, tag, and tug
Together they play all day
And waste the hours away
I know a silver fox
I call him Silver Blue
I feel like I know him
Well, I feel I do
Nathan TesfamariamGrade 3Father Turcotte School
The Silver Fox
Whispers of the wind.
Tears fall from trees, shiny as dew.
I taste fresh water.
Sweet aromas of rain DANCE.
Soon the sun smiles bright on me.
Manorama JoshiGrade 6Walter & Gladys Hill Public School
Whispers of the Wind
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When you smile you light up my day, in one very special way.
A way that very little people can imitate, but never will duplicate.
If I could choose one person it would be you.
Not just because of your looks,
but the one thing that no one can resist, your glowing smile.
Through your smile the truth and lies will be recognized,
with your smile you can hypnotize.
You are the only one who can speak with a smile and the only one who can love with a single smile.
When you do, I feel like I’m the richest man alive.
But gems and gold will never replace you because your one and only smile shines brighter than the both and I will never forget you
because that is my oath.
All of my memories are greater than all my discoveries.
I could dig for hours collecting a million diamonds but none of them will match you.
You’re the only one who will guide me to a light so bright but not as bright as you.
Because no matter what people say I think you’re brand new.
But when it starts to glow people can see your smile from over a thousand miles.
No matter how people see you it will never be the same
because I am the only one who will see through your smile.
And can make it grow and the only one that can make it flow.
It’s like a mirror but it doesn’t show what’s in front of us it shows what’s within us.
Because what’s inside of us is as rare as a perfect smile.
Amal Mouaouia Grade 4 Walter & Gladys Hill School
Your Smile
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A special thank you to the selection panel: Ryan Cox,
Jessie Levesque, Elaine Martens, Kelly Moore and Sarah
Ross. Your passion for poetry and your support of the
arts helped make Words in Motion 2016 a great success!
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