PineQuill

Fall/Winter 2013

Pine QuillFRONT COVER

Yash Naik, Grade 1

PUBLISHING ANDGRAPHIC EDITINGRosemary Robertson

PRINTINGKim Rick

BACK COVERClockwise from top:

Claire Griffi n, Grade 6Nolan Nanson, Grade 1 Charlie Ritter, Grade 6Aaron Khan, Grade 1

Alex McAusher, Grade 6Owen Brown, Grade 1

Laila Mancini, Grade 1

LAYOUTCarol Roper

Rosemary Robertson

EDITINGCarol RoperRobin Rice

Kabir Patel, Grade 1

PEACE

Harmony and meditationA sunny fi eldQuietOne with natureSilent, but only the birds speakLush green grassSmooth rocks in a clear streamLots of trees surroundingA balsam wood aromaSolitudeFresh air that can’t compare to indoorsDare to venture farther outFind your peace

Katerina Petrosky, Grade 6Katie Anbari, Grade 1

WHY

Why is it we are different?Why is it we aren’t “sane”?Why is it we are called stupid?Why is it we are called lame?Why is it we are like animals?Can’t God see that we’re the same?I took a pledge,I took an oath,I looked to God for help,But no,I stay the same,A poor old slave,Kept from the bountiful light of freedom.

Nicola Wood, Grade 8Danielle Liston, Grade 1

Lorenzo DelPrado,Kindergarten

Cameron Gouveia, Grade 4

Maddie Hurtgen, Grade 9

THE FLOWER AND I

The crisp cold air bites my nose as I walkout into the forest.All I see is dark,the black burns my eyes asdo the branchespushing.Then I see something,a beautiful fl ower,the vibrant, beautiful colors I haven’t even imaginedbefore burst in front of my eyesand then they are gone in a blink of an eye,but before I let go of the stem,I realize the fl ower is you, and the darknessIs me.

Brianna Seidel, Grade 9

Jacob Bates, Grade 1

Jack Ryan, Grade 5

My favorite toy is my American Girl doll. It feels like she is alive wherever I bring her. She has a little bed and I always put the little bed beside my bed and her on the bed, and it feels like she is sleeping right next to me. Her name is Sage. I just got her and I love her!

Paige Goebel, Grade 2

Aidan Schuler, Grade 6

Jason Harris, Grade 6

I bought my freedom,lived life to its fullest,till one day a man asked me to come.I went his way,but he threw a sack around me!I don’t remember, to this day,the details of this story.

I was brutally awakened,barely had time to dress,until I was carried away and takento a market; Oh what a bustling mess!I was put on a standfor white buyers to study,they examined my feet, my body, my hands.

Amelia Tomlinson, Kindergarten

EVAPORATION

We learned about the water cycle.

My new master,not a good man,told me to work faster,made me sleep in a pile of sand.It was not till twelve years later,after years working at the hoe,that I showed him my papersand he let me go.

Now a free manand a militant abolitionist,I hope our nationwill one day be fi xed.

Noam Makover, Grade 8

THE LIFE OF SOLOMON NORTHUP

Estelle Lord, Grade 3

Maeve Lamson, Grade 3

MY CRAZY LITTLE LEGS

More than sticks that bend. Don’t you think so too? They are my legs, for goodness sake. That is all that is at stake. Needed for swimming, squash, skating, and skiing. I love how they walk and do fl ips all day. Hold my pants, shorts, and even skorts. If you didn’t have legs, what would you do? I’m proud of my crazy little legs.

MY BEAUTIFUL BRAIN

It is not just a place to hold my hat.It makes me think, move, swim, and I can’t write or do math without it.It reminds me to hug the teacher when I get an A+. My brain is wonderful!

Quinn Marshall, Grade 1

Gavin Seymour, Grade 4

SALTY LIFE

The breezebitter sweet,the salty waves.The sand like goldbut the water is coldCrabs,they are the children of the seaThey play and swayas the water pushes against them.Rocks,rocks are the armsthat held up the homes of many animals of the seaThe fi ngery seaweed fl oating aboutgrabbing the plentiful salt,sweet as sugar to themThe sea,a whole city of lifeUnder the sea.

Tyree Brooks, Grade 6

Cecilia Zimbelmann, Grade 1

Zorah Williams, Grade 1

A GIRL

Esperanza is her name.She and her family play this little game.When she wants to pout,She looks at the trees and there are no clouds,She is one of theseShe wants the hipsBut she only has lipsShe reaches for the skyBut she jumps too high.

Mia Marciano, Grade 9

There once lived a menacing man with sharp, crooked teeth and black, piercing eyes, which seemed to stare through your soul. He lived in a forbidding forest where the wolves were always howling, no birds sang, and the air smelled of death. This strange man, who had no name, lived with no modern amenities like electricity, running water, and packed meals. One day a very affable man named Irving O’Tompsonish, whom everyone wanted to be friends with, wandered into the forest looking for adventure. When the fi rst bone-chilling wolf howl echoed around, Irving stood rigidly, and he dared not blink nor breathe, in case a wolf was trailing him. After reassuring himself that there was nothing to be afraid of, he continued on his way. After about ten minutes of uneventful walking, Irving had the sinister feeling of being watched. He suddenly had a vivid vision of the thing watching him, sending him dramatically to the striking, bright lights of heaven, although he knew it was just panic sinking in. He sensed something moving out of the corner of his eye and turned towards the horrible man staring at him. At fi rst it was hard to discern the man from the rest of the forest, as his clothes were covered in moss and dirt, and his skin and hair were not any clearer. The way that this man leered at Irving made our usually strong-willed friend take a frightened step back, as this man’s leer sent the message of hatred and hostility, a silent warning. So Irving understood, walked back the way he came and never bothered the scary man again.

Dasha Klein, Grade 7

SnakeIt slithers slowlyIt is scaly and big

It enjoys frail mice.

Anna Mae Saunders, Grade 5Mia Griffi ths, Grade 6

Charlotte White, Grade 8

Owen Bennett, Grade 1

Leaves are fallingGently fl owing to the groundChanging color as they fallTogether as friends should be.

Mia Klewin, Grade 1 PEACE

Friends laughing together as a warmbreeze blows through the clear, blue skyLight forcing its way through any dark shadows threatening to cover up the sunBirds dancing and singing through the skyTrees lightly swaying through the windChildren laughing and playing in the soft green grassPeace has been found.

Hunter Dolphin, Grade 6

John Paul Wronowski, Grade 6

FALL LEAVES

Andrew Hilton, Grade 9

THOUGHTS

“Until then I am a red balloon, a balloon tied to an anchor.” The House on Mango Street by Sandra Cisneros

Time, I’m waiting for you to go onDay after day dawn after dawn.Time, my patience is fi nally goneAs I sit in my red brick house watching the green lawn.You act as if I don’t existBut really this is all I wishTo be a red balloon, that’s all I wantTo fl oat to the moon, but instead you hauntTorturing me with no friendsTorturing meWill it ever end?

Julianna Rick, Grade 9

PEACE

The sweet sound of peaceIs as sweet as biting into a freshly picked peachWith an aftertaste of safeAnd the juice of respectTogether we shall be fl ying likeDoves chirping a love songThe threads that hold us together Will not be cut or forgottenYou are not aloneRemember: there are many leaves on a treeThey just have to fi nd each other.

Adrian Visscher, Grade 6

Colin Kronholm, Grade 8

Francisco Benbow, Grade 1

Chloe Maxwell, Kindergarten

Maggie Dowling, Grade 8

SHE’S GONE

I hate this feelingThis feeling of nothing,I’ve felt it beforeBut I wish I felt moreMy mother was goneAnd I felt not a thing.

Johnna Anderson, Grade 8

Lauren Goebel, Grade 4

I am really thankful for my family because they give love and care to everyone. They are always so kind to me and my friends. They spread love and kindness. I am also thankful for my friends because they are some of the kindest people I know. I am very thankful.

Maria Theresa Horgan, Grade 2

I am thankful for my family and friends. I am thankful for my life and for my teachers. I am thankful for my school and my classmates. I am thankful for math, and art, and library. I am thankful for the food on the table. I am thankful for my cat and for my old dog.

Amyre Gray, Grade 2

Sam McKenzie, Kindergarten

The sixth grade came to read to us.

Shane Sebastian-Smalls, Kindergarten

Sophie Hurtgen

Hannah Hargus

Lucy Federici

Flora is the name of my turkey. Flora lived in the woods. And then the next day Flora went to the lake. Flora swam in the lake and had fun.

Once upon a time Isabella the turkey was going to Florida. She wanted to go in the pool.

Nono was a turkey. She had no brothers or sisters. One day she went on a travel hunt to explore the world.

TURKEYS

Lance Jastremski

Halsey Hollenbeck

Once there was a turkey named Halsey. Halsey was scared because people were hunting for turkeys. She found her friend Bowen and they went and hid in their friend Rabbit’s burrow.

Bene (Benny) was a turkey. He lived in the woods. He ate lots of food. He was a happy turkey.

Joseph Wronowski

Kindergarten

Bob was running in a fi eld when a hunter found him. And the hunter said, “What a beautiful turkey.”

Andrew Hilton, Grade 9

THE IMPORTANT THING ABOUT…

The important thing about swimming isthat you glide.

You are wet and in a bathing suit.You can freestyle,breaststroke, butterfl y,or backstroke.But the important thingabout swimming isthat you glide.

Elizabeth Merryweather, Grade 5Hanna Young, Grade 4

Alison Petrocelli, Grade 3

Hayden Raithel, Grade 3

I love my eyesThey help me succeed in my lifeThey look brown, sometimes greenThey let me look into the universeUsed to play games, climb high, catch snakesI love my eyes, woo hoo!

It helps me liveNever stops beatingFilled with bloodCan’t live without itKeeps a neat, steady beatBroken hearts feel painLets me feel warm and cozyI love my heart.

MY HANDS

I can eat with my hands and do handstands

If I didn’t have my hands, I couldn’t catch and climb

And make this rhymeMy hands are good for painting

in art and to eat my tartI love my hands.

Madeleine Jenkins, Grade 3

MY MAGNIFICENT HEART

I LOVE MY EYES

SnowIt drifts down softly to the ground.RainIt makes everything in its path wet.CloudsMade to create rain and cover the sun.SunlightIt dries up wet things and grows plants.PlantsThey provide food for us.OceansThey are made for creatures to live in and not for us to drink.Nature‘Tis a beautiful thing.HumansNo one is perfect.

Tova Toriello, Grade 3

Joseph Saunders, Grade 1

At my house I have a stuffed animal. It is a bear. I call it Stuffy Bear. I got it in the hospital when I was a baby, and I have had it ever since. I am kind to Stuffy Bear and it is beauti-ful. It makes me feel safe and loving.

Isabella Casillas, Grade 2

Devin Shah, Grade 6

Jason Greene, Kindergarten

Sophia Gouveia, Grade 1

THE COWSKIN AND THE GRUDGEL

All at our expense,All at our overseer’s pleasure.The cowskin and the grudgel,The whipping and the beating.Constantly tortured for“the smallest of a look, word, or gesture.”The raw, warm fl esh and blood,Never ending.All until we attempt to escape,All of the pain we endure,For what?

Chris Falck, Grade 8

Jillian Iredale, Grade 4

Avery Dolphin, Grade 4

My stuffed animal’s name is Taco Bell. I have had her all my life. She came from a shop in England. She is soft and cuddly. It makes me feel happy because I sleep with her every night, and if I can’t sleep with her, I can’t sleep!

Ella Adin-Atherton, Grade 2

FlamingoI am pink and white

I sleep on one leg, standingI love warm weather.

Blythe Griscom, Grade 5

Thalia Mancini, Grade 5

Brianna Seidel, Grade 9

THE LASH

Swish, Flick, CryYell, Swish, FlickSilenceCloset, Darkness, SafetySecond, Minute, HourSwish, Flick, PleaCurse, Swish, FlickDripPeek, Horror, HidePauseClick, Swish, FlickSLAMPeek, Dash, FleeEmptiness.

Faith Williams, Grade 8

THE GIRL IN THE WATER

There is a girl in the water,looking up at me,her face wavy,rippled,and distortedrefl ecting my pain,mirroring my sorrow,showing me that everything I dreamed of is impossible,that I can’t do it,won’t do it,now I know I mustn’t listen to that girl in the water,don’t let her pull me in too deep,let the wave of friends and family wash her away, forever lost,sunk in the bottom of the ocean deep.

Eleanor Gustavel, Grade 7

Evan Maxwell, Grade 4

Hannah Satran, Grade 1

SOLOMON NORTHRUP’S SLAVE STORY

A strong, superior manKidnapped for slaveryGiven no choiceWho only wanted freedomWith twelve years lostOn one man’s farmHarvesting cropsReceiving no rewardNo chance of proving himselfUntil he saw daylightThen crept closer and closerWaiting to strikeHe fi nally proved himselfAnd had no looking backHe had been waiting and waiting And fi nally, he won at last.

Bryce Antoch, Grade 8

BLOOD-STAINED COWSKIN

I was quite a child,Never shall I forget this horrible exhibition,

One cry for mercy after another,Cowskin leaving marks until

rivers of blood ran down her back,Heart-wrenching shrieks escaped her lips,

All because she was caught with a young man,Could he have been protecting her?

No, no one would suspect him of any such virtue.

Caitlin Diaz, Grade 8

Julianna Rick, Grade 9

Reagan DeMovick, Kindergarten

Josh Olson, Kindergarten

Catori Colebut, Grade 5

MY FANTASTIC FEET

Oh, my feet, my fantastic feet.They help me run, they help me walkOh, my feet let me go here and there, everywhereThey help me balance Oh, I love my fantastic feet.

Jason Sang, Grade 3

PEACE

Peace is a very important thingIt can make anyone want to singIt is powerful, but gentlePeace is harmonic and heartfulIt is hopeful and colorful,Bright and creativePeace can mean anything,Your imagination tells it to.

Caleb Shafer-Courter, Grade 6

Mia Marciano, Grade 9

PEACE

Peace one word that is beautiful,magicala miracleandeternity.

Catherine Leuba,Grade 6

Izzie Reid, Grade 8

PEACE

Happiness brings us together,Doves sing us a morning tune.Hope makes us do the impossible,Laughter is what keeps us going. And nothing is stronger than Love.

Erica Crawford, Grade 6

Naina Prakash, Grade 4

I am thankful to have a roof over my head. I am thankful to have my sister, Schyler, by my side. Schyler is there for me when I am hurt and when I am sad. Schyler played with me when I was little. We played Polly Pockets.

MY WONDERFUL KNEES

My wonderful knees They help me runThey hold my thighs and shins They look like a ball andThey are hurt They help me kick and Do my karateI’ll earn my black belt with themI need my knees.

Andrew Nanson, Grade 3

Ella Davis, Grade 2

Sadie Susskind,Kindergarten

FROM FALL TO WINTER

The crisp air,that smells like burning wood and fresh snow,is the air that brings in the New Year.a fresh start and a happy beginning.No more colors everywhere we look.Those greens, reds, oranges, and yellowsThe trees are bare.The brown leaves cover the wet, rich ground,and soon they are covered with a new sheet of ice,the fi rst snowfall,thin, but true.White as a snow hare’s soft, untouched tail.Bundle up!We are in for a long winter.

Maddie Hurtgen, Grade 9

Bob Holland, Grade 6

Brian McGlinchey, Grade 8

I am thankful for my house because I can be warm and I have my own room. I have my own bed to sleep. I am thankful for my toys because I can play with them and sleep with them and I can bring them anywhere.

Thanasi Georgiadis, Grade 2

FREEDOM

Hidingand planningour sweet revengeagainst the evil forcesthat enslave these innocent spiritsrise up and rebelwe must earn our rightful freedom

Megan O’Brien, Grade 8

THE LASH

The smash of the cowskinupon her backA shriek as piercing as the lashRivers of blood in the houseSoon grow larger for the lashThe crack of the whipscreams in my earAs I hide down the hallto avoid the lashEvil laughs fi ll the roomAs my dear Aunt Hester is dealt the lash.

Alexandra Dubs, Grade 8

Maclan Griscom, Grade 1

FLIPPING THE CONSEQUENCES

I wake up to my life as a slave,So painful, so awful,These masters think thatthey are all better than us,One day I will show them,We will rebel,We will fi ght,We will live a free life,And we live by our own rules,One day we will be on top and showour masters what we felt for so long.We will whip, we will laugh, we will watch them do our work, and they will make us money,Like they did to us.

Alex Bowdler, Grade 8

Thandi Taylor, Kindergarten

Gianni Rotella, Grade 5

Pine Point SchoolStonington, Connecticut