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    Where We LiveArkansas Wri te r s in the Schools 1989

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    Wri te r s in the Schools i s a p r o j e c t o f the Arkansas Arts Counci l ,the Nat iona l Endowment fo r the Arts , and th e Univer s i ty o fArkansas , Faye t t ev i l l e , s t a f f ed by members o f the U nive r s i t y ' sPrograms in Crea t ive Writ ing and Tra n s l a t i o n .Co - d i r e c t o r s : Dixon Boyles and Nancy FrancoeurP ro j e c t Coord ina to r : James Whitehead

    Our thanks to a l l th e s tude n t s , t e a c h e r s , and a d m i n i s t r a t o r s whoworked with us dur ing the year , as wel l as to the fo l lowing:Ms. Sharon Pyka o f Research Account ing; Dr. Keneth Kinnamon,Chairman of the Department o f Engl i sh , and h is s t a f f ; Dr. DonOus te rhou t , D i re c t o r o f Research and Sponsored Programs, and h isa s s i s t a n t , Dr. John Stokes .

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    Jack Bedel lChr i s BoeseDixon BoylesDarrend BrownMark BurghCindy ChapmanLee DurkeeEl i zabe th FordAndy FoxNancy FrancoeurKathy GessnerJu l i a GuernseyBuffa HanseSara KingRichard Matthews

    Vis i t i ng Wri te r s

    Margaret McMullanIan Morr i sPat O'ConnorDale Ph i l l i p sJ ' l a i n e RobnoltJudy RuizCindy Sander l inNancy SaundersAnna SmithYoung SmithBob SchoenbergSal ly Jo SorensenRobbie WallaceDavid WestChun- j i an Xue

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    Pa r t i c i p a t i ng Schools

    Alpena HighAnderson Elementary ,Cros s e t tAnna St rong Elementary ,MariannaArkansas High, TexarkanaBery l Henry Elementary , HopeCal ico Rock ElementaryCent ra l Jun io r High,Mont ice l loDumas HighEas t Elementary , ParagouldEas t End Elementary , L i t t l eRockEdi th Brown Elementary , HopeFountain Lake Elementary ,Hot Spr ingsGarland E lementary , HopeGibbs In t e rna t iona l MagnetElementary , L i t t l e RockGreenbr i e r MiddleHast ings Elementary ,Cros s e t tHeber Spr ings HighHoly SoulsHuntsv i l l e MiddleHuntsv i l l e Upper ElementaryJimmy Brown Elementary ,S ta r Ci ty

    Lee Elementary , Spr ingda leLuci l i a Wood Elementary ,Ela ineMagnet Cove ElementaryMammoth Spr ing Middle andHighMcGeehee Elementary

    North Heigh ts Jun io r High,TexarkanaOscar Hamil ton Elementary ,ForemanParson Hi l l s Elementary ,Springda lePleasan t View High, OzarkPocahontas HighRich land E lementary , WestMemphisSearcy HighSher idan ElementarySmith Elementary ,Springda leStamps HighTyson Elementary ,Springda leWinslow ElementaryWalker Elementary ,Springda leWonderview Elementary ,Hat t i ev i l l eWynne Jun io r High

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    Where We LiveEdi ted byNancy FrancoeurandDixon Boyles

    Cover Art : Cour tney Cole , Gar land ElementaryCover by El i zabe th Ford

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    Man's TriumphExci ted ly , we got ready fo rschoo l ,A n t i c ip a t i n g ye t anotherday.As we walked o ut th e doorWe expec ted to hear

    Alpena High

    The j oy fu l barks o f our dog .But none ca11e.We d i sh e a r t e d l y proceededto th e bus s t o p .One look a t th e roadWas enough to tellunwarran ted t r u t h s .Man, with e l a b o ra t e d r i v i n gs k i l l s ,Had t r iumphed aga in .Danie l l e C o l l i e r

    Spa rk l ing IceA f rozen wi lde rnesscovered in a dazz l ingb lanke t o f s l eepThe t r ee s bend inp r o t e s t to th e overpoweringweight o f t h e i r coldc a sk e t s .And th e sky looksdown on th e l i f e l e s sworld and s i g h s .Sue Terhe rs t

    Step AsideThe whole world s t e p s as idefo r th e one who knowswhere h e ' s going.But if one does notknow where he ' s going11aybe he a i g h ts tep as ide u n t i l he dec ides .Terry Burk

    The Whispering ThunderThe wind whisperedThrough th e t r e e s .The ra in poundedThe t in roof overhead .Ligh tn ing s p l i t th eBlack sky in a f l a sh o fl i g h t .Only th e whisper o f th ethunderTold th e r ea l t ru t h aboutth e s torm.Anonymous

    The StormI t was b r i g h t and sunnyU n t i l th e thunder soundedThe dog ran to hideDown under th e porchWith h is t a i l tuckedSafe ly from th e s torm.Vick i Lynn

    Day At th e LakeG ir l s screamingGuys l augh ingSun b laz ingWaves sp lash ingClouds b u r s tRain crash ingDavid Green

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    Bir thLife i s darkIn the beginning.A ll o f a suddenYou're shot out in to thel i g h t .Then you g e t spankedAnd s t a r t to cry .Rockie Bryan t

    Cent ra l ParkThe world i s j u s t a sphe reFi l l ed with red and blackNew York i s probably th ereddes tBlood on every corne rDark co inc idesStep in to the darknessCome back without a p a r tHolly Hols tead

    Flowing Bat te ryFrom th e sp r ing emina tes thepures t waterI t feeds the landI t ba t t e r s the rocks a g a i n s teachA perpe tua l w re s t l i n g matchThe water versus th e rocksBut in the end th e wateralways wins and more rocksAre bea ten upon each o t h e r .R.C.

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    Anderson BleentaryCros s e t t

    Vampire Mother Begs Pol iceto Drive Stake Through HerHear tAt Sta t ion 67 downtownTransylvania Woman begswild ly to pol ice t ha t shei s a female vampire .Her name i s verycreepy ! Sylvania Vamtrike!She says ton igh twi l l be horr ib le ifthey don ' t drive a s t akethrough her hear t !She cae here in a longca r (b lack ) with a s ku l lf igure on the end o fthe ca r . She holdsin her hand a dia rywri t t en in German. TheFBI are coming toread it.Char l i e Hogan

    DadDad's Ste tson mixes with h iso u t f i t .His cowboy ha t and h isropers make h iscowboy a t t i t u d e .That Ste t son must make himfee l l ike he ' s inthe Old West.His bearded face makes himlook l ikean out law.As he aoves on along th eend les s t r a i lI t seems l i ke he does h isb i t and moves on.Michael McCoy

    RainAs th e ra in comes downWhile everyone i s s l eep ingShe i s up and sca red .Lindsey Milburn

    I f th e Sun Were aBaske tba l lI f th e sun were aba s ke tba l l the moon wouldbe the goal .Some o f the s t a r s would beth e score keepersAnd some would be the crowdAnd some would be th ep layers .Jus t in Green

    Our Weathery RideYeste rday we came toCros s e t t .Mother Nature wasn ' t nice .We s tayed in a foxhole ands l e p t on a c loud.The mil l was on f i r e l ikethe Fourth o f J u ly .We gobbled cloudssunny-s ide up.Tomorrow we wi l l h i t c h acomet.Tomorrow th e wind wi l lca r ry us home.Fi f t h Graders

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    I f You Were A Ca t e rp i l l a rI f you were a c a t e rp i l l a ryou could squi rm aroundin the ca rpor t sand f ind a placeto wrap up inand sprout outl ike a bu t t e r f l y .Melanie Kimrey

    I Am A Fi r eI smel l l ike a dead b i rd ,t a s t e l i k e saoked t u rkey ,and sound l i ke s i z z l i ngs t eak .I f ee l l i ke hot grease .I look l i ke a co l o r fu ldre s s .Shane Reeves

    I Am A Rol le r Coas te rI sound l ike a roa r ingt r a i n .I look l i ke a curled-upsnake.I smel l l i ke smoke.I t a s te l i ke burningl e a the r .And I f ee l l i ke a rockymountain.Mauria Jackson

    The RainThe ra in i s thumping.I t sounds l i ke soaeoneth inking .Maybe it's you.Paul Ra t l i f f

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    Anna Strong Bleaen ta ryMarianna

    My Aunt Is a NurseShe ' s always combingpeop le ' s long ha i rl ike s h e ' s p lay ing abe a u t i fu l long v i o l i n .La Zwita Wil l iams

    I Know What You' re DoingYou are t ak ing a t e s tand a t th e same t imeyou ' re th ink ingo f meand you s t a r t to put downa do t in the l ine butsomething s topsyou because the do t i s wrongso youput your penc i l down and askfo r a piece o f paper but thepaper i s blank.You s t a r t to see a f ace .I t i s me. Tha t ' s what lovei s .J e r ry Sandefer

    My Se l fWhen I look in the mir ro r Isee myeyes l ike a watch goingaround and around .I see my h a i r as yarn on myd o l l .I see my cheeks as a peace .I see my ea rs as a p ie withwhipped cream on it.I see my tongue as a tail o fa dinosaur .But what I r ea l ly see i s me.Les l i e Bryan

    My ByesMy eyes are l ike wheels inthe moonl ight .Michael Malone

    We Are BadWe a re bad. Wee a t food. Wel eave schoo l . Wego home. Wego to s leep . Wes t ay as leep . Wenever wake.Gary Branscomb

    PoemI t fades ina t a townl ike a p ic tu r eo f a roseyou focus onthe little boys tand ing inth e gusty roadh is eyes a re blacked outfrom the dus tin th e skyyou cap tu re hawks f ly ingin the blowing windBurley Amos

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    An Elephant Who I s Proud o fBeing HimI 'm proud of be ing f a t . Igot a nicknamet h a t doe s n ' t b e t t e r me. Ican ca r ry and helppeople a l o t . I can evenfill a swimmmingpool up with my t runk. Ican a l so takepeople fo r long q u i e t walksin the j ung le .But maybe fo r now I w i l lj u s t sit. Relax.Andrea Til lmanThis i s a Bout JazzThis t ime, when he s t a r t e dto play wi ththe o ther young j azzmusic ians , hef i t t ed it per fec t l y .Derrick Redden

    We Could Be FriendsWe could be f r i endsLike f r i e n d s a re supposedto be.You picking up the t e lephoneCal l ing me.Fe l i c i a G i l l e s p i e

    I f Your Name Is DrummondYou Could be RichI was walking through thetownwhen I met t h i s bus inessman.He was s topp ing everybodyup and down the s idewalkt e l l i n g themif your name i s Drummondyou couldbe r i c h .He f ina l ly got homedown th e s idewalk he to ldmeif your name i s Drummondyou couldbe r i chI sa id t h a t i s my name howdo I become r i ch he sa idcome onlet's go to the bank andsu reenough I was r i chI jumped upso high I bus ted thece i l i ngf lew up in the sky bumpedi n to SupermanI f e l l down, down, anddown.Demetress Finley

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    The Day My Mother DiedThe day my mother d ied , Ihad sadnessin my h e a r t . My dad and Ihad to go to thefunera l bu t th e c a r wouldn ' ts t a r t . We hadto walk and on th e way t he r ewe had a longt a l k . Tha t ' s what happenedthe day my motherd ied .When we go t t he re , I aade aspeech , b u tpeople d i d n ' t come tol i s t en to ae because a f t e rth e fune ra lthey were going to th ebeach . But only one personl i s t ened to me, t ha t was mydad fo r he loved mymother when she was a l ive .That was what happenedth e day my mother died .Jesse Andrews

    PoemThe sharp , icy wind blewa ga ins tmy face . The l igh tn ingmadea s i l v e r l i ne a ga ins t th esky .The snow f loa ted befo re myeyes l i ket iny white b i rds . The snowin my handwas dry, as f ine as whitepowder.During th e storm th e skywasa gray t e n t over th e c i t y .The t r ee s danced in th es t rongwind.Antonio Cheers

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    Arkansas HighTexarkana

    This Place Real ly SucksHave you ever heard t h a t thewal lshave ea r s , wel l I 'm a wal land doI have a s t o ry t o tell.The woman who l i ve s here i sa s t range one .Sleeps a l l day, f roa dawntilldusk, then hunts a l l n i gh t ,tillher t ime i s up.Her sk in looks pas t y , shemustbe s i ck , she looks so pa l e .She should have wornbraces , youshould see her t e e th .She ' s very modest , not onep i c t u reo f h e r s e l f anywhere.The wal ls before me couldprobably t e l l you more bu tthe rewas a f i r e t h a t burn t themdown.Melanie Gore

    Notes fo r a Movie S c r i p tFade in to a b r i l l i a n tre f l ec t ionof the r e l e n t l e s s sun in apoolo f c l e a r wate r

    Move, to th e l e f t now,ayoung brave , b lack f e a r l e s seyes Watch

    WaitFocus on s t rong hands,l ean f i nge r sc l a s p ing a co i l o f roughrope S h i f t to h is smooth,darkface smeared, notca re le s s ly , withs t r eaks of ivo ry , cr imson,ebony Next , a f r i vo lousc loud o fwayward dus t s igna l s t he i rapproachS t i l l , he wai tsClose in on a ve lve tmuzzlehea r t i l y dr ink ing c ry s t a ll iqu idThe rope c loses on as l e nde r neck

    A shou t o f v i c t o ry i shur led upwardThe brave i s now aman.

    Chr is ty Narens

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    The Smooth Oak DoorThe smooth oak door heavedopen s lowlyand gen t ly creaked awelcome.A musty swee tnessl i ke dampened gras sesmet me t he r e .

    t i r e d

    Ligh t aqua she lves withp a i n t pee l inghe ld o ld l i p s t i c k s in dryp a s t e l pink .Ti red shoes sh u f f l e d q u i e tac ross a s tone f l o o rworn by t ime .The yel lowed t ags onp l a s t i c animalsand t h in g l a s s vases fo r aq u a r t e rs t a r e d id ly s i l e n tth e omnisc ien t b l indunder dus t shades .Angela McCauley

    I f Wishes Were Fauce t sI f wishes were fauce t s l i f ewould be drabWe cou ld tu rn them on ando f f a t w i l lWe would wash in them anddr ink our fillHot or cold our wisheswould be de l ive redNo more fun in wa i t ing fo rwishesThey would pour o ut a t anyt imeFor we have a need fo rf u l f i l l m e n tAnd no a a t t e r th e w i ld es tdreamsThey would pour ou t i n to anempty worldS t u a r t Young

    Notes fo r a Movie Sc r ip tP i c tu r e --Boy-Gi r l , lonely a t thet ime o ft h e i r l i ve sFocus on h e r p e t i t e f i gu re ,so beau t i fu l l y de f ined inpink t a f f e t a .The music s lows to ah e a r t b e a tBump-bum - -Catch th e shy glancesacross the room.Bump-bum --Switch to boy as hes tands anx ious ly awa i t ingBump-bum - -

    Capture th e mood as hepu l l s h isbody foward toward th ec e n t e r of the f l oo r .Bump-bum --The h e a r t b e a t quickensas she lu rches for th too!Bump-bum --Only inches a p a r t b u tr e a l l y mile s .Bump .

    The hear tbea t s tops ast h e i r l i p sso gen t ly touch.Ashley McGehee

    I f Dreams Were WheelsI f dreams were wheelswe would have a whi r lo f a t ime t a lk ing toco l l ege p ro fesso rs .His tory would be i s sued onan assembly l i ne .We cou ld escape from ghostsand gobl ins qu ick ly .Mart in Luther KingJ r . would be a Ford.G ia Lyons

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    From "S i l en t Night (HolyNight ) "All was calm; nothingmoved.The s t r e e t l igh t s made thesnow and th e ground lookl i ke diamonds, re f l ec t inga blue l i g h t t h a t symbolizedt r u th and pur i ty . Mymother , wel l t he re we were,hand in hand, looking a tl i f e in a new pe r s pe c t ive .The family in the house werece l eb ra t i ng Chris tmas .A ll was calm.Nothing moved.There we were, in thes t r e e t , co ld and hungry.Scot t Randal l

    I f Brace le t s Were StormsI f brace le t s were s tormsJewel ry would be hanging inthe skyWil la rd Sc o t t would say"Big r ings a re f a l l i n g inSouth Dakota"I t would h u r t to havegolden c i r c l e s bounc ing o ffyour headThe cas taways on G i l l i g a n ' sI s land wouldbe s t randed by a v i o l en tb r a c e l e t downpourChuck Tilman

    Sigh and RememberYou t he re ! Leaningcomfor tab ly on theb lue-cush ioned pew.Sta r e without shame oras tonishmenta t the p ink , green , purp le ,and yel low f lowerst ha t s u f foc a t e the a l t a r soyou d o n ' t see the podium.Wonder a t the pure marblebeau tyof the pink caske t t ha tinvades th e gloom.Continue to nervous ly shredyour wet t i s sueand rub your forehead t ha tpounds from emot ion.Decipher the f e e l i ngs ofthe black-c lo thed familyas you g l a re a t t h e i rs t i f f e n e d backs - -t h e i r heads held s t r a i g h tand unmoving.Sigh when you remembershe was to graduate nextThursday.Karol Reddin

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    Beryl Henry Bleen ta ryHope

    Precious Bon-BonPrec ious Bob-Bon l i ve s in amansion with chando l i e r s .Her bedroom has a waterbed;she i s very white andf l u f fy . She doesn ' t e a tmice, she ea t s ca t food . Shehas a c o l l a r o f diamonds.She has two babies . Theyare j u s t l i ke her bu t a lo tsma l l e r though. There i sone boy and one g i r l , andthey sha re a waterbed too .Karr ie Worthey

    But c hButch ' s eyes glow green .His hard black h a i r s t andswire s t r a i g h t .He sucks down cobras l i keshaghe t t iand dr inks t h e i r blue ho tcobra blood.He f igh t s dogs and chasesPr i s sy Pr incess fo r a da t e .Mrs. Burgess ' 5 th grade

    RufusRufus dr ives around in aLamborghin i .He a l so has a c o l l a r withsp ikes a l l around it.Rufus hangs around a t t r i p l eX r a ted movies .Rufus has a t a i l the s i z e ofan a l l i g a t o r ' s .He uses it when he get s mad.Now Rufus i s in thepene t en t i a r y .Brad Wright

    Night Turning To DayNight tu rn ing to dayhappens in the woods.A ll the t ime I hear and seeb i r d s .The f lowers smel l as theday comes.Under the sun a smal lanimal is born .Rapidly he jumps i n to abunch of f lowers .Every day it happens .Chr isy McCorkle

    BahamasI see the ocean.I smel l the s a l t - a i r wind.I hear the waves s lapp ingaga ins t the rocks .The sand f ee l s cool aga ins tmy sk in .The touch o f the watermakes me f e e l good.J e n n i f e r McWilliams

    New YorkI would l ike to go to NewYork.I be t it's b e a u t i f u l t he re .I would l i ke to smel l thef lowers ,hear the car s and t ruckspassand see t a l l bu i ld ings .Antoine W.

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    Darkness and RemembranceThe day s t a r t ed withou t

    a worr ies c a re ,bu t then people hearda sho t r ing o u tin to the a i r ;

    Then they saw t he i r youngPres ident f a l l in toh is young wife ' s l ap ,The news o f t he shoo t ingspread a l l overthe w or ld ' s map;

    He was then rushed tothe h o s p i t a l ,and put in a roomWhere they t r i ed to f ixthe b u l l e t wound;

    But a t 1 p.m. he s l ippedaway,A ll Americans in shockremember th i s day;As Mrs. Kennedy saw thenext P r e s i d e n t ' s oath

    be ing takenShe t r i ed not to lookso shaken;During the cereaony littleJohn-John put h ishand to h is head,To s a l u t e h i s f a t h e r

    whom was dead;Eas ie r sa id than done

    to forge t someoneWho was sho t witha gun.Chrisy McCorkle

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    Cal ico Rock Bleaen ta ry

    Pos tca rd From WyoaingThe mountains a re l i ke ascoopo f v a n i l l a ic e cream mel t ingover choco la tewith pa tches o f green foodco lo r in gand e lk l i ke nu ts r o l l i n gdown.C ec i l Morehead

    NothingNothing depends ont h a t s p o t onGorbachev ' s head.Not th e U. S . S . R . ,Or even th e goodo ld U.S.A .Bren t BrewerSo Much Depends UponSo Jauch dependsupona purp le do t t eddres ss t r i p e d withred l i n e sin the o ld c l o s e t .Regina Whiteaker

    The Blue BoxSo much depends upona little b lue boxwith paper and penc i lbes ide a pa in t brush .Robbie Dockins

    Pos tca rd from SchoolIt seems God i s rea r rang ingHis fu rn i t u re today .S t i c k s o f l i gh tn ing zoomthrough th e a i r .I t seems l i ke th e t r ee s a res in g in g a tune i n to thewindy b r eeze .J o n i Staggs

    The Rusty Nai lNothing dependsUponA ru s t y n a i lIn th e deepGreen pondBes ide th eOld t i n can.Bleu H i l l

    NothingNothing depends uponth e o ld rus ty t r a c t o rin the broken down barnbes ide the dead oak t r e e .Tony Sanders

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    Feeding TiaeMy f a t he r and I go to thepas tu reto feed th e ca lves .We take the bucket and goto th e pa s tu r e .There the calves go in toth e wire fencedl o f t where they get fed .There in th e wire fencedl o f t thecalves e a t u n t i l they a ref u l l oru n t i l the food i s a l l gone.Then they walk ou t o f thewire fencedl o f t and g et a drink f roath e creekby the wire fenced l o f twhere theca lves feed .Af te r t ha t , they wanderaround th e pa s tu r e ,and somet iaes I p lay thegameI c a l l "ca l f " in th epas tu re with th e creekby the wire fenced l o f t .Afterwards , I go homeand look a t the pas turewith th e creekby the wire fenced l o f t .Tony Sanders

    The RiverThe r i v e r i s calm todaySo the man f i s h ing shouldHave a good ca tch .The s o f t sand f ee l s goodBetweenYour toes , u n t i l the boa t sGo by andThe waves tu rn it to mud.The r i v e r today i s how weWould a l l l ike to be.Marty

    The Cats That K i l l ThemBirds a reScared o fThe c a t sThat k i l lThemTo feedThe i rChi ld ren .Michael H.

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    C en t r a l J u n io r HighSpr ingda le

    A Rainy DayGently f a l l i n g ra ins lowly c re a t ing puddlesf i l l i n g up th e seaMichel le Bol inger

    Signs o f WinterThe dead l eavesfrom Autumn t r ee sblow across the f ros tygroundo f th e morning .A f lock o f geese heads southfo r th e cold and snowywin te r .The only sound t h a t pre va i l si s th e windwhis t l ing through th e l imbso f ba r ren t r e e s .How lone ly the cold windmust fee 1 .Chr i s Long

    HaikuThe danc ing l eaves t w i r l ,w h i r l , and g ra c e fu l l yf l o a t toth e dead s i l e n t ground.Cindy Marchant

    WarAn explos ion o f furyAn exp los ion o f hur tThe smel l o f blood mixedwith d i r tPeople a re c ry ing andsmi l ingA c h i l d ' s c ry and a t e a rfrom h is eyei n to the n igh t with a s l a s ho f l i g h tThe war was overWith no more s i g h tThere was a peace fu l calmon t h i s nigh tStone Courson

    MemoriesBlack crows f ly quicklyou t o f th e o ld barnas I e n t e r . I treminds me o f l eavesblowing in a s t rong f a l lwind.In th e mids t , I can hearc r i c k e t sch i r p in g . As I walktowards th e back, I can seemy o ld house, whereI l i ved as a c h i l d .R. Morr is

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    Why?Why

    a re so manyt h ings confus ingeveryone? Why dowe sometimesf e e l l i k e we'venever won?I t rea l lybothe rssome ofus whof e e l r ea ldown andout

    what i s th i sconfus ingmess r ea l lya l l about?Bambi Lloyd

    Sunrise

    Blue, p ink , c o t ton , s i l kMist s teaming ac ross the skyBi r th of a lambChar lene Hayes

    What Happened to theDinosaurs?What happened t o thedinosaursCan you imagine too?The s c i e n t i s t s say theyf roze to deathI say t ha t c a n ' t be t rueI say a UFO came downAnd ca r r i ed them awayOr maybe they got on a sh ipAnd s a i l e d themselvesas t r ayThen maybe they decidedThat th e weatherman t o l dt rueAnd they jumped up in to theskyBeyond th e wild and b lueThey could have j u s t gota l l mixed upAnd known not l e f t fromr i g h tAnd a l l f e l l o f f a c l i f fone dayOr in the dark of n igh tMe, Mysel f , and I d o n ' tknow

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    But I'll tell you one th ingt rueI d o n ' t be l i e ve they f rozeto deathCan you imagine too?Angie Barne t t

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    Drew C en t r a l Rleaenta ryMont ice l lo

    Ghost TownA Ghost Town has sp iderwebshanging from corner tocorner . They have doorshanging from one hingesqueaking.They have mice running fromhole to hole p lead ing . Theyhave old bee r b o t t l e ss i t t i n g everywhere. Theyhave a t e r r i b l e muskysme l l . They have dus t oneinch t h i ck everywhere.They have holy wooden f l oo r st h a t when you walk onthem they squeak and groan.When you walk up th e s t i a r s ,they sway s ide to s ide .Kris Chapman

    The L i t t l e G i r lThe little g i r l wi l l d ips n u f fThat ' s the way shewas bornShe w i l l ea t mel ted candybarsShe w i l l s p i t in h erf a th e r ' s shoes

    And t ha t i s th e way shewas born

    Chad Gardner

    Stuck Upl / 2 cup o f th ink ing you ' repe r f e c t1/4 cup o f always beingr i g h t1 /8 cup o f alwaysc o r re c t i n g people1 whole cup of be ing ha tedMix them a l l up an4 you g e ta person r ea l ly s tuck up!Kevin Riley

    A RoseA rose i s a be a u t i fu lf lower .A rose can mean anything.A rose can mean l ove .A rose i s when you a re madand your face tu rns red .A rose i s love when yourboyf r iendgives you a b ig k i s s asturnas red as t ha t rose .A rose smel l s l ike th ewin te r i s overA rose looks l ike yourcheeks whenyou a re happy. A rosesounds l ikea happy c h i ld play ing inthe the s t r e e t .I t f e e l s l ike a baby ' sbeh ind .S h e r r i Will iams

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    Weight o f the WorldWanted : one person to t akeover the world

    to r e l i eve me of t h i sawful pain .For you se e I ' ve beenhold ing it onmy shou lde rs fo r onehundred yearsThrough snow, s l e e t , i c e ,and ra inI 'm wi l l i ng to giveanything to p le a s eI f you would easemy pa in .Gold mines, bucke ts o fcoa lAnything to reach my goa l .You'd work fo r 20 yearsAnd go through many t e a r s .No exper ience requ i red !

    C h r i s t i Carpenter

    The TreeTowering high i s th e home ofthe b i rds and th e bees ,Swaying majes t i ca l ly evenwith the s l i g h t e s t breeze .Long arms swooping out overthe green grass ,Covering th e ground with aShaded a a s s .Taking many, many years togrowFrom th e t iny seeds the o ldones sow.From th e house to th e o ldt i r e swing,It's t he re fo r a l l o f us toenjoy in the sp r i ng .This i s one o f th e mostf a sc i na t i ng o f th ings to me.I t i s none o the r than th et r e e .Mandy Loveless

    That Is Why He Was BornThe little boy w i l l b e a t upl i o n s .That i s why he was born .The little boy w i l l k i l lpeop le .That i s why he was born .The little boy wi l l knockdown bu i ld ingswith h is ba re hands .That i s why he was born.Kevin Keathley

    Rain on a Tin RoofI l ike to hearon a t in roof .l i ke .

    ra in h i tI t soundsa drum so lo in the dark ofthe night . I 1 ove ther a i n .Chad Gardner

    I 'm LonelyI 'm walking through thed e s e r t on a cold darkn i gh t .The clouds a re b lack .I hear no t a lk ing .I have nowhere to go eventhough I 'm l one ly .Joe R a t l i f f

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    Let t e r to Greenv i l l eI wish I were t he re s t a r i n gdown tha t grey quar t e r miles t r i p of aspha l t . I want tosmel l t ha t s t ink of burn trubber and hear th edeafening sound o f s t r a i g h theader s , blended with th ehigh pi tch of s t r e e t t i r e sclawing fo r t r a c t i o n .Bart Oswald

    The Smel l (Scent)Smell ing the sc e n t wasn ' tpleasant a t a l lI t was not a sc e n t t ha t waswel l meantNo one rea l ly could smel lthe scen t when it was goneSmell ing it again it becamevery s t rongThe s c e n t . The scen t .Fe l i c i a Harmon

    Mom's Sewing MachineIn the back bedroom, theroom next to mine,Mom s i t s down every n igh tI guess c lose to nineShe sews c lo the s fo rme to wear and she f i xesodds and ends tha t we t e a r .The buzzing o f the machinekeeps me awake.Charole t te Sul l i an

    My PlaceI am s i t t i n g here , onthe sagging wooden f l oo ro f th e a t t i c . I cansmel l the d i s t i n c t smel lo f th e i n su la t ion , hearthe thunderous voice o fmy f a t h e r below me.I f e e l l i ke a king, abovea l l , f ee l i ng as if,if someone were to t ryto come in to my kingdomof wood and i n su l a t i on andbuzzing wires , I woulds imply have them thrownour and cont inue my re ign .Joe Poole

    01 ' Coal Pi l eCentur ies o ld are thes tones s t i ck ing upth rough the mud andtwigs . Worn a re theep i t aphs of ye s t e rye a rt e l l i n g of l i ve s longe x t i n c t .

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    Light break ing through thel ea fy boweroverhead ba re ly i l l um ina t e sh i s t o r y ' s pos tca rdsAnd I can bare ly make outwhat th e crookedt es taments say .But more than see , I f ee lwhat i s wri t t enas I ponder how t h e i r l i ve sprogressed .Hear tache and happiness th emeat andpota toes of l i f e - - s impleand uncrowded.Nancy Vandenburg

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    The Sun Doth Not Wither MyThoughtsAs an eag le , gra c e fu l ands t rong ,My thoughts a re fe rven t tillthe day ' s goneAn a imless thought s h a n ' t Iremember,As a co ld , dead day in th emids t o f win te rThe sun doth not wither mythough ts .I t so proud, admired andscornedHer rays beaming g a l l a n t l ya t noon and dawn,Sun, sh ine on my hands andface and headMake me remember thoughts t ha t were dead .A g a l l a n t poise o f re spec tand aweThe sun doth n ot wi ther mythoughts .Bvet te Jackson

    Leaving Rome, Is I t Hard?I c r i ed , I laughedI sa id goodbyeBut was it r e a l l y th e endI packed my bagsI gave a hugBut was it r e a l l y th e endI v i s i t e d my f r i endsgave my address to a l lBut was it r e a l l y th e endI got in my c a rI l e f t my homeBut was it r e a l l y the endF e l i c i a Ra i ney

    Amy's Maroon Fi reb i rdIn th e maroon Fi reb i rdt he r e l i e s a Book o f Lovet a pe .When she f ee l s down, shel i s t ens to t h i s t ape . Inth e maroon Fi reb i rd t he rei s apack o f c i g a r e t t e s . Whenh er p a re n t s g et he r downshe smokes the whole pack.Amanda Deweese

    Unders tandHe sa i d th e baby diedI sa i d I was sor ryI d o n ' t unders tandHe sa i d Annet te was f ineI sa id I 'm glad to hea rt ha t I don ' t unders tand

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    He sa i d t ha t it had an opensp ineI sa i d I d i d n ' t th ink itwould happenI d o n ' t unders tandHe sa i d the baby was inGod's ca reI asked , "Why d id he taketh e baby?"I d o n ' t unders tand .The funera l was smal l andthepeople were sad . God tookMike J r . from a l l o f us .Why?

    I d o n ' t unders tand.Charole t te Su l l i a n

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    GrandpaI l e f t the house , he l e f tth eh o s p i t a l , bu t not a goodbyewas sa id .I went to the cemetery , hewentin th e ground.wasnot s a i d .

    A goodbye

    I l ived b u t he died with agoodbye in him and minestill wi th me.Mary Jaaes

    The Dappled Spr ing SunThe dappled sp r i ng sunbe l i ed th edevi lment of th e moment.Chi ld ren whispered to th epapersth e s e c r e t s o f knowledgethey had or had not .A s t a t e l y matron upr i gh twithr i gh t e ous ne s s s tood guard.I brea thed , brea thed aga in .The a i r fill wi thi nd i gna t i on .A l i a r was in its mist .Tangie Campbel l

    Aunt LibWe were a l l s i t t i n g on th ecouchMom sa id we' re going tov i s i t Aunt LibEveryone was r ea l l yexc i t ed .I love my Aunt Lib .She ' s always r e a l nice tome.She gives me candy andmoneyAnd always grea t b ig hugs.We a r r ived a t her houseA lo t o f people were thereI wondered what was goingonThere was a s ign on thedoorThat sa id Friday 2I asked what was gonnahappen thenMom sa id s h e ' s goneI asked whereShe sa id to heavenI asked whyAnd Mom sa id she 'd expla into mewhen I g o t o lde r .Lori Bryan

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    That Was RonWhen I bought him every th inghe wantedand t a i l o r ed h is every needBut fo r him it was onlynormaland a l l I got back wasgreed.But tha t was Ron.When I bea t him one on oneAnd a t camp won more awardsHe got insane ly j e a lous ,and wouldn ' t l e t me r ide inh is Ford.But tha t was Ron.When he l e t me borrowmoney,he t aunted me a l l t h a t dayI f ina l ly paid him backwith i n t e ~ e s t 25 cents ~day.But tha t was Ron.Marcus Hawkins

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    23Eas t ElementaryParagould

    EmbarrassmentEmbarrassment i s l i ke yourmomca l l i ng you honey in f ron to f f r i ends .Embarrassment i s l i ke whenyou ' rehaving a cool pa r ty withcu te guysand your parents t u rn ongospel music .Kimberly Elmore

    HateHate i s l ike two wolvesf i gh t i ngHate t a s t e s l i ke poisonHate smel l s l ike p ig s lopHate looks l i ke ugly g i r l sHate sounds l i k e dumb boysdrunkfrom dr ink ing bee r .I t f ee l s l ike rocks when yourub them.Ben Johnson

    BoredomBoredom i s l i ke s i t t i n g on ah i l lmiles away from anyone.Boredomhas the t a s t e o f a pumpkinin Janua ry .Boredom looks l ike a babyc ry ingin the n i gh t .l i ke Boredom f ee l sa ca r on a g ra v e l road withno wheels .Tina Connel ly

    What Am I?I f e e l l ike a worm.I smel l l i ke f re sh cu tgra s s .I sound l i ke sca ry ghos t s .I t a s t e l i k e bad medicine . I look l i ke r o c k ~everywhere .I am a cemetery .Mel is sa Greenway

    What Am I?I look l i ke the c l o s e t inth e dark .I t a s t e l i ke snow.I smel l l ike little rosesin the s p r ing .I f e e l l ike f e a the r s fromyour p i l low.I sound l ike a woman blowdry ing her b lack h a i r .I am t he n igh t sky .Tr ic i a Hendrix

    What Am I?I sound l i ke roa r ingthunderI smel l l i ke o i lI t a s t e l i k e c a r waxI look l ike the sh in ing sunI f e e l l ike a way o f l i f eHARLEY-DAVIDSONTodd Woods

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    The SkyThe sky f ee l s l i k e a s o f tpil low made of co t tonThe sky smel ls l ike whitepeonies s t a r t i n g to bloomThe sky t a s t e s l ike sweetice cream in a bowlThe sky sounds l ike blue jayschi rp ing in the t r ee sThe sky looks l i k e f l u f fypatches of snow.Andrea Gunn

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    25Bas t Bnd Bleen ta ryL i t t l e Rock

    The Gi r l s in th e Ci rc l eThe g i r l s in th e c i r c l eSing l i ke toadsBut they walk l i kePr incesses .They dance l i ke cowsAnd they e a t eyebrows.They wear ea r r i ngsTo g e t a t the boys .Sharon Henry

    SummerI w i l l pick th e da i s i e sAnd then go swimming a t WildRiver CountryAnd e a t s t r a w be r r i e s out ofmy backyardThen hear the Jay b i rds inthe sky .I w i l l f ee l the grassbetween my toes in my yardAnd see a r abb i t run ac rossthe p a s t u reAnd t a s t e the lemonade in myk i t chen .Heather Duncan

    Apple Hat - - For BobbyThis hat i s made ou t o f anapp le .I t has f i f t e en dead wormshanging on th e s i d e , Eaglef e a the r s on the top , andsome l igh tn ing shoot ingout o f the back.Steven Mayf ie ld

    The St range HatMy mom w e ~ r s a porcupineha t .She always pokes me withit . .I d o n ' t mind.Wesley Mashburn

    BoysBoys l i ke s tun tmenshow o f f to impress g i r l s .Boys a c t sometimesl i ke nice gent lemen.But boys have one problem,they ac t l i ke t h e i r bra inhas been shrunkby toad j u i ceal though boys managesomet imesto use the t i n i e s t b i to f common sense .I wonderif they t ake a c l a s sin s t u p i d i t yI'll give them an A+Although boyssome cu te l i ke wrink le dogssome ugly l i ke dr ied upmarshhave very bad habi t sl i k e making unaccep tab lenoises .Tena Bradford

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    My HatA l a rge aluminum hot p inkcow shapewith f l a s h ing Chr i s tmasbulbsand a glowing s ign s ay in g ," I smel l l i ke a Hyena, Don ' tI? "and having e l e c t r i c udderst ha ts q u i r t milk on th e r i g h ts i d e ,and cream on th e l e f t .Chr i s topher Grynn

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    Edi th Brown ElementaryHope

    In My Close tIn my c lo s e t , t he re i s aboogey man .He has b ig , green sp ikedha i r ,yel low eyes , and a purp lenose .He l i ve s in my c l o s e t with awindowand blows my dresseseverywhere .He has y e l l s l i ke a goatand wears a c oa t .And he says "Bye-Bye BooBoo . ""Yaba-Daba- Doo."Jenn i fe r O l le r

    PlayingI l i ke to p lay foo tba l l .I hear people t ry i ng t otackle me.I touch t h ings .I t a s t e grass .I smel l t una f i sh .I l ike to play baseba l l .I hear the p l aye r s .I see f i r s t base .I f e e l rubber .I t a s t e d i r t .I smel l t una f i sh .I l i ke t enni s .I see the b a l l .I hear people .I f e e l the cour t .I t a s t e th e s t r i ng .I smel l t una f i sh .Candi Jones

    El len EggplantEl len E. sees a bee .She hears the little beebuzz .And then she f ee l s it landon her face .She opens her mouth to l e tou t a shout ,bu t then the bee f l i e s in .Ouch, it s t ings her .And she runs ins ide to putic e in her mouth.BURRR!! I t t a s t e s co ld .She goes ou t s ide and smel l sa f lower .Oh no! There ' s a bee .She hur r i e s back inand imagines hows h e ' l l never go near a beeaga in .Cather ine Roth

    In My Close tI looked in my c l o s e tand saw a b ig head.I t sa i d it was gonna g e t meand e a t me up.But I ca l l ed Jackand he came and k i l l e d it.Jack ' s a good f r i end ,and a good hero .Keebie Davis

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    Rais ing a DogRais ing a dog i s a fun jobwhen you g e t to walk her .Rais ing a dog i s a nicet imewhen you ge t t o pe t her .Rais ing a dog i s a happyt imewhen you ge t to s l eep withher .Rais ing a dog i s a sad t imewhen you have to s e l l her .Alan D. Rook

    A L i t t l e Mouse 's SongI s a j o l l y - o songThough it's not very longWith i t s little squeakyvoiceThough t h e r e ' s not muchcho ice .He s ings a funny t une .

    He s ings it to th emoon.He s i t s under a c love rAnd s ings it over and

    over .Heather McBay

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    Founta in Lake ElementaryHot Spr ings

    Bigfoot Comes To Breakfas tWith S t a r t l e d Campers("he was a r t i c u l a t e and veryhungry," wife e x c l ~ i m s )One spr ing m o ~ n i n g a t BigBen 's Placei n Mi l l e rsburg , North Dakotathe legendary b i g f o o ts t r ange l y appearedin the door o f Big Ben 'sPlace .He walked up to the b a r andsa id , "S i r , I would l i ke too rde r some eggs , bacon,c of f e e , pancakes , and orangej u i ce .When the w a i t e r brought himh is foodhe sa i d , " I needed th i s togo."Jeremy Campbell

    Looking fo r Mr. Right(21 t imes)I am the mos t-marr ied womanI ' ve been marr ied 21 t imesI 'm looking fo r Mr. Right .I g e t t i r ed o f t h i s onebecause he has a p e t ba t .I g e t t i r ed o f t h a t onebecause he l eaves the t o i l e ts e a t up.J u s t when I marry Mr. Right

    HE CROAKS!Joe Yates

    Music PoemComposed while l i s t e n in g to"Jesu Meine Freude" by J . S .BachAfte r a day o f work with aplow and f e r t i l e s o i lwatching a wagon t r a i nc ros s the longs t r e t ch of l and , headed toC a l i f o r n i a .Wait ing fo r the b r i g h tmorning to come.Out in th e green and l i g h tbrown woodssmel l ing th e f resh smel l o fr a i n .Then a l l o f a sudden POPyou wake upin a condominium withs t r i n g s of ca r sgoing by.Fle t c he r LarkinMusic PoemComposed while l i s t en ing to" L i t t l e Beggar Man,"anonymous I r i s h p ieceCount ry f ami ly gathered inanopen f i e l d s ing ing " L i t t l eWondering"around a bonf i r e .Lis ten ing to thewind l ike a blaz ing f i r e .Watching the starlit skys h in ing upon them. Whenthey looka t each o t h e r , they lookl i kewonder ing , s inging ange l s .Char lene O r r e l l

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    I Am A RadishI ha te be ing a rad ishyou see th e same d i r tevery day. You see th esamec a r r o t s , peas , cabbage,tomatoes , p o t a t o e s , t u rn i ps ,caul i f lower , b roccol i !I j u s t ha te - - a re youl aughing!I 'd j u s t l i ke to see youl i e onyour back 24 hours a day.For about a month tillyou ' redone and you have to beper fec t ,no dents o r any th ing o ry o u ' r e thrown in th e t r a sh .I f not I am put on sa l a d sand ea ten . I j u s t ha te it,ha te it, ha te it, ha te it,hate it, hate i t ! YuckY-poo! I don ' t l i ke be ing arad i sh .Heather Jones

    I Am.A l ake of waterf lowing th rough a va l l ey o fb e a u t i f u l l andwith unknown names .I f I could only touch th edrynessof the land .But as you can see , t h a twould be pre t ty hardBecause I am waterand I would d ie .So I guess I wi l l con t inueto f lowand flowfo r miles and milesu n t i l I s top .Paul Riley

    Byte Out o f th e AppleHey k id , how would you l i keit if I h i t you hard , huh?Or if I go t crumbs a l l downyour s h i r t ,and if I s p i l l e d Coke a l lover you?How would you l i kesomething shoveddown your mouth,Or how would you l i ke me toaskyou to t e l l me every th ingyou know?John Araiza

    Exc lus ive In terv iew With aSpace Alien!In t .Alien .I n t .Alien .I n t .In t .Alien .

    I n t .Alien .I n t .Alien .

    In t .Alien .In t .

    What i s l i f e l i keon your p lane t?You go t t a dime?Why?Have to phone home.Oh.What do you e a t fo rbre a kfa s t , lunch ,dinne r?Breakfas t -ba l loons .Lunch - - TV.Dinner - - ChineseAlien Food.Any cap t ives?We have one fromyour p la ne t .Who?Some dude t h a tc a l l s h imse l f th eKing.Elv i s !Yup.This concludes t h i si n t e rv iew.

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    Gar land ElementaryHope

    Lonel inessThe brown l one ly s tage f ee l sl ike hard meta lbumping it with your shoes .The qu ie t movement of thef l oo rc a l l s your name to comedance.The wal l s a re l ike theslamming o f doors .The room smel l s l i ke f re shhard woodand t a s t e s l i ke th e f re sha i rgoing in to your dry mouth.Kat ie Rosenbaum

    My CatI touch my ca t .I hold my ca t .I l i ke my c a t de a r ly .My c a t smel l s l i ke th e waveso f water .He t a s t e s l i ke hot f i r e .When he sees a doghe runs l i k e a roadrunne r .He f ee l s l i ke s o f t f e a t h e r s .I hold him l i ke he should beheld .Misty

    I f Tongues Were LiesI f tongues were l i e sthey would grow long.They'd have made up s to r i e sin them.They 'd be un t ru t h fu land g e t i n to t roub le a l o t .Everyt ime you t a lkeda l i e would come outand l i e s would be s l i p p e r y .Sara Mack

    SwimmingWhen I went swiming I sawsomeone drowningWhen I sp lashed in the poo lth e water was as cold asic eI smel led th e pe op le ' sperfumeas more people crowded towatchI heard th e little boyc ry ing for help .The water t a s t ed l ike mud.I f i n a l l y saved th e littleboy.Br i t t a ny Garner

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    My Grandmothers SwingThe little neat swing hasba r s , r i ngs , swings , and ab a r t ha ti s b lue .That little nea t swingt a s t e sl ike a co ld s t e e l b ara g a i n s t my back.That little nea t swingsmel lsl i ke a co ld win te r snow.That little nea t swing looksl i ke lo t s o f fun .That little nea t swingsoundsl i ke th e swings on th eplayground,"Squeak, squeak ."That little nea t swing f ee l sl i ke th e gloves my mothergave me,I l i ke t h i s little nea tswing our grandmother gaveus.Tif fany Key

    Rabbi t sI go up and down th es immeringlong s t r e e t schas ing funny r abb i t sthey smel l l i ke they j u s tjumped in mud.They a re such f a t r abb i t sI t looks l i ke theyve t akensome swee t cabbage .When I pick them upthey f e e l so s o f t .I c a n t even s t and itI look around and saywhat i s t h a t sound?I t looks whi ter ea l ly does look funnyI seem to love r a b b i t s .Erin

    How To Know For Sure YoureIn HopeYou would probably see alo t o f peoplea l l in one group smoking ordrinkingand you might see a lo t o fpeople workingon t h e i r c a r s o r t rucks andmen wouldhave t h e i r s h i r t s o ff andthey would bewear ing ha t s and mostpeople would beBar-B-Qing and k ids wouldbe doingdangerous s t u n t s .Romi Por t e r

    SwingsSwings smel l l i keOld smel ly s hor t so r blue j e a ns .Swings look l i ker ings hooked ontoa l e a t h e r shoe .Swings f e e l l i kea long necklacemade o f r i ngs .Swings t a s t e l i k ea squeaking c a b i n e tdoor .Br i t t a ny Garner

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    Gibbs In t e rna t iona l Magnet ElementaryL i t t l e Rock

    LifeA world o f darkness andha t redA world o f l i g h t andhappinessA world o f dream and fan tasyA world o f f a c t and fo r tuneA world o f l i f e and dea thNicole Sanders

    In My Close tOne n igh t a l l my toysBui l t up one b ig monster .My Barb ies were the l egs ,My c lo the s were the body,And my b a l l was the head.The monste r a te every th ingin s i g h t .Then my mother h i t it with abroom.Kat r ina Hals tead

    MaineIn Maine away from busy,busy messIs a peacefu l p laceLike a rose l e a rn ing tobloom.The peacefu l wate r c lashesWith the wicked, hard coldrocks .Your l i f e i s gorgeous ,Maine,Peacefu l l ike a ros e ,Calm l ike ge n t l e water ,Loving l i k e God.Amanda L. Becton

    LoveLove i s l i ke a t u l i p f lowerIn th e summertime.I t j u s t l i e s in the grassAnd th inks of your hea r tBeat ing l ike a drum.I t says to s ingSo I s ing a song to myh e a r t .Trees blow around itIn my imag ina t ion .Oh, it c a r r i e s me!Chandra Balt imore

    Advice to My Bro therStop t a s t i n g my foodStop smel l ing my fee tStop t ry i ng to hear myte lephone c a l l sStop t ry i ng to see thegrades I ge t .Kel ly Bogard

    Advice to the Pres identYou have to see what ' sgoing on.See the abor t ionHear the murdersSmel l the po l l u t i onFeel the momentImagine you a re u s,Mr. Pre s ide n t .Lauren Golden

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    I Am the Ear thI am the ear thI look down and up on theo the r p la ne t sJ u p i t e r , Uranus, Satu rn ,Mars, Mercury, PlutoThe moon and I cha t as wepass each o t he r .The suo and I v i sit year lysomewhere.The s t a r s come out everynight to s pa rk l e and gleamin the moonl ight .The people f ee l l ikemosqui toesand th e sea i s my bath andmy food i s the g l a c i e r s .Haley ' s comet comes everyfour years but we ha ve n ' tmet because he passes tooquickly .Jill Stor thy

    I Am A S t i l l Chris tmas TreeI am j u s t s i t t i n g and no onei s picking me.I guess I look d u l l .I smel l l ike nice evergreenand still no one picks me.I hear them laughing a t meand I see them cover ingt h e i r g igg le s .I t a s te t h ings being throwna t me and I f e e l very sad .I guess no one w i l l buy met h i s year and I'll ge tthrown away.Sus ie Kirky

    I Am A Ti re SwingI am a t i r e swing. Lot s o fpeoplesit in me. My f r i end thet r e e i s los ingh is bark because o f somek ids .I ge t very wet when itr a ins . I f reezeto dea th when it snows. Ihave been b i tby a mutt t ha t i s a rus tyco l o r .My rope i s breaking .I had been cu t once .I h i t a branch b e fo re .I t s p l i t me in two so now Il i v e in a t runk .I d o n ' t work anymore.Laura Sanders

    My Bookshel fOn my bookshelf I haveabout 444 m i l l i on peopleAnd each day I open up mybooksAnd then I have to feedeverybodyEveryday when I go to thes to reI say oops t he re goes myal lowanceAnd l e t me t e l l you 444m i l l i on people i s a lo tto feed each day I don ' tknow whyBut t h e r e ' s more booksLaura Fie lds

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    Under My BedUnder my bed ay ba rb i e s a redancingUnder my bed my do l l s a rein schoolUnder my bed my boxes a rescreamingunder my bed my candy i ssmushedunder my bed my shoes a rewalkingUnder my bed my bows a rec l ipp ingunder my bed my money i sspendingUnder my bed my globe i ssp inn ingLe s l i e Lancas te r

    DinosaursDinosaurs a re huge and o ld .They say they weredangerous , a t l e a s tt h a t ' s what I ' ve beent o l d . They d id whatthey had to do. I d o n ' tth ink they would harm meo r you . So d o n ' t th ink o fthem as beas t s o r youw i l l be t h e i r f e a s t s . Theya re gone fo r good.You may see them. I t h inkyou cou ld . J u s t useyour bra in . You w i l l seethem qu i t e p l a i nin your imag ina t ion .Kat ie Bauman

    Under My BedUnder my bed i s where myimaginary f r i e nd s l e e ps .When I am as leep she comesou t and goes away and comesback .I neve r get to see he r butone n i g h t I played l i k e Iwas as leep and saw her .She looks j u s t l i ke me.That i s how I know she i st he r e .Allyson Isom

    Under My BedUnder my bed a re t r o l l spac ing and dragons dozing .With witches cooking andmaidens screaming .Vampires a re droo l ingand werewolves howling .I keep a c ross and s t a keready with a shotgun ands i l v e r b u l l e t s , my j a c kn i f ein my pocke t and f l a s h l i g h tunder my Razorback ha t .Kel ly Robinson

    In My Close tDon ' t ! Don ' t go in myc l o s e tbecause if you do you w i l lg e t smashed todea th . J u s t looking a t itw i l l make you f a i n tmiggly mode mahaya potDon ' t go in !Don ' t go in ! Smash!I warned you, d i d n ' t I!Shaunte Wil l iams

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    Greenbr ie r Middle

    Postcard from a Coral ReefThe r e e f i s orange and pink .The apar tments a re smal ll i k e t i ny 5 s ided boxes .There a re green s t a r f i s hand peppermint shr imp.The grace fu l seaweedwaves as bu t t e r f l y f i shswim by and the shark ea t sthem a l l up in one b ig gu lp .Mar i lee J o l l y

    Upon My BedI sit upon my bed.Upon a white i ron bed.Upon a white i ron bed with ablue q u i l t .Upon a whi te i ron bed with ablue q u i l t with my teddyb e a r on top .I sit upon my bed and read .Katie Turner

    The Trustwor thy DogYou can count upon a dogwho runs the sheep in to th ebarnwith the h a y l o f t abovebeside th e f i e l d with thehorse naaahing .El izabe th Graham

    When My Mother Leaves MeAlone At NightWhen my mother l ~ a v e s ~ ea lone a t n igh tI f e e l l i k e a co lds tone . The ee r i e - soundso f the n i gh t c rea t u reslook l i ke a wolf withbloodyt e e th to me and thedarkness t a s t e s l i keburn ing coa l s .The a i r t h a t fills my lungssmel ls l i ke burn t t o a s twhich has s a t fo r days .Matthew Fare rne r

    The Purple Pops ic l ePurp le wi th iceon a tan wooden s t i c ks t i c k s to my t o n g ~ el i ke a red blaz ing f i r e .J e n n i f e r Wilson

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    A Day With My GrandmotherWhen my grandmother buys mybaby s i s t e r toysmy stomach t a s t e s l ike adozen lemons s p o i l i n g init.It hur t s l i ke s t epp ing on abroken g la s s b o t t l e .I hear t hunde r c ra c k l ing inmy ea rswhen she buys Mary Sue ababy d o l l .I smel l smoke in a f o r e s tf i r e dur ing the hot noonhour .My he a r t f e e l s l i ke a babybawl ing dur ing th e n i g h t .Mandy J o l l y

    Corve t teThe ou t s ide enamel of ababy blue corve t t emakes a glowas you see it c ru i s i ngon the s c a t t e r e d i n t e r s t a t e .Greg Montgomery

    My Sad Night a t th e McLureSchool PromThe pink f r u i t punch t a s t edl ike s a l t y f i sh f r e s h fromt he sea .The sadness o f me t a s t e dl ike a cot tony c ra c k e r .Emily Lewers

    My Grea t Grandfa ther HasJ u s t DiedI sit down a t a t ab l eby myse l f .We have po ta toe s , gravy,ham, and r o l l sfo r lunch.I ge t my po ta toes and dumpthemon my t r ay .I make i nde n ta t i ons fo r theeyes , nose , and mouth,fill them with gravy.I put the top of the r o l la t th e topfor h i s h a i rand a t the bot tomfo r h is beard .John Lambert

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    Has t ings Bleenta ryC r o s s e t t

    NoWhen I ask my moma q u e s t i o n , she us ua l ly saysyes .But a couple o f weeks agoShe sa i d No ! ! !I s a i d , "What kind o f wordi s t ha t ? "Tonya Tyle r

    Machine Gun T e r r i e rMachine Gun T e r r i e r r a i s e sh is head froma bloody ba rb i e d o l l in thedark spooky a l l ey .He t akes a bath in s l imywa te r . When he sc ra t chesfu r f l i e s everywhere . Heea t s whatever he can f i nd .He goes everywhere pur r ingt ha t sound l i ke a machinegun.Er i c Pearson

    PoemHearing somebody i stouching you.San Juan

    Lemons and ApplesOne day I might f e e l mean,and squ i sh ing up i n s i d e ,l i k e ~ mouth sucking on alemon.

    The nex t day I couldf e e lwhole and happy andr i g h t , l i ~ e anunb i t t e napple .

    Jen i a King

    Mighty Mountain LionStrong and b e a u t i f u lRunning swi f t ly th rough th emounta insCaring about every animalit s e e s .I t s t e e th a re du l l i n s t eadof be ing r e a l sharp .I t moves l i ke an a th l e t erunning around a t r ack .Mickey Cathey

    Count ry MusicCount ry music i s s t up i d .I t sounds l i k e the WildWest.It smel l s l i k e beer andgunpowder.It f e e l s l i ke the l e a the rchaps t ha t cowboys wore.It looks l i ke bor ingg u i t a r s and f l a nne l s h i r t s .I t t a s t e s l i k e b u rn t t o a s t .Rachel Goetz

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    Funky the CatFunky jumps on h is Harley ,h is sp iked co l l a r g l in t i n gin the sun ,roa rs o f f toward the dump,cl imbs in h is t r a sh can,s l u r p s and smacks on h isf i sh - eye p iz z a .He purrs l i ke a sabe r too tht i g e r ,then meows l ike sc reech ingt i r e s .He c rashes th e Kit tyConcer t ,and pops wheel ies on thes tage .Linda Goodwin's 4 th grade

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    Heber Spr ings High

    His ScrapbookNewspaper a r t i c l e sYellowed with age .Dust s t i r r i n g

    As I tu rn th e page.So many memoriesHave s u r f a c e d a ga in .I w i l l never love himLike I did then .Angie Thompson

    Yamaha Winter MorningTopping the h i l l a t 50I rea l i zed I was f r eez i ng .The wind puf f i ng in to myhelmetSeemed to s ing me fu r t h e ras leepWhile the co ld c h i l l j e rkedme awake.They though t I was s t u y i d ,They t hough t I was dumb,But t h i s i s what happensWhen need ing to go to schoo lMy ca r w i l l not run .Steve Dawkins

    So Much DependsUpona c o l o r f u lthunders tormarguing wi th theskybes ide th edarkness .John Garl inghouse

    Gr ie f , Gloom, and a DogBoneThe breeze blows gent lythrough th e room,The sun cas t s shadows long.And I am f i l l e d with g r i e fand gloomThough no t h i ng , s r ea l l ywrong.My dog i s ly ing on th ef l o o r ,Gnawing on h is bone .I ,m wishing I had somethingmoreThan be ing a l l a lone .Being a lone can br i ngl one l ines s too ,But something d i f f e r e n tnow.I am a lone , t he re i s nodoubt ,Yet I,m no t lone ly somehow.This lifts th e darknessfrom my mind,As shadows l eave th e room.I,ll make it through theday j u s t f i n e ,For I f ee l n e i t h e r g r i e fnor gloom.Mark Wil l iams

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    So Much DependsUpona smal lspoons teaming with hotsoupbes ide squarec ra c ke r s .Amy Mart in

    So Much DependsUpona haughtylookt rembl ing wi th uglyfea rbes ide a gu i l tyconscience .

    Alan JohnsonRe s pons ib i l i t y LostOut o f a wall of leaves andt r ee scrawls the c ry of a c h i l d .His f ea r s sound l ike r a i n onthe mulch, as he s i t s nearh is t r e e .Although h is worr ies a reendedh is g r e a t e s t ca re i sdeple ted and l o s t inthe l eaves once jo ined toh is t r e e .Mark Hal len

    Read t h i s up:EXPLODESu n t i l it

    HIGHERHARDER LONGERAll it does i s grow.Tension canno t subs ide .Cher ie Rynosk

    So Much DependsUpon

    a checkeredc lo ths po t t e d with dingyd i r tbes ide d i r t yd i s he s .

    Colleen Sanders

    The Stormy Black SeaThe stormy b lack seac rashes a ga ins t

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    the rocks as a g u l l c r i e sin the fa r d i s t a nc e .

    The s k e l e t a l remains ofonce v ib ra n tsea c rea t u res l i e crushedin the wet sand.

    The f a r o ff rumble o ft hunde rcompetes with the sound

    o f th e crush ing sea .The sound o f s i l e n c eoverwhelmsth e n igh t as th e sea i scalm once aga in .K r i s t i P e t i t

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    Talk ing to Helen About AMagical Fi reAs a b laze burns h i g h ,

    Holy SoulsL i t t l e Rock

    l i ke a f lame i n your hand,While the hea t explodes ,l i ke a hot new cup o f t ea ,The aroma f loa t s in to yournose ,l i ke a c r i sp new log i ss e t onto a burn ing f i r e .Sun h i t t i n g your back,while ly ing on a beach .The hea t o f a f i r e ,

    whi le sweat r o l l s downyour face .A magica l f i r e i s seen .Only through youri maginat i on i s it seen .Laur e n P a t t e r so n

    Notes . fo r a Movie S c r i p tOpen on man and womana t a picn i c k i s s ing andsmi l ing and t a l k i ngNext see them runnning totw o nearby hang - g l i d e r s .Watch them t a lk ing andlook ing a t each o th e r a ts ide view .See he r s mi l i n g .See him smi l ing .Next see a look o f mor ta lt e r r o r on th e man's f ace .See them h i t a cliffWatch as they h i t theground with a mo r t i f y in gthudFade OutAnonymous

    Talking to HelenHel lo Helen I am going top laysome music . I know youprobablyc a n ' t hear it. But you canimagine what it may soundl i ke o rth ink what I 'm say ing .When we ' re done you have tot ake a ba thwith soap . I t w i l l f e e lgood runningdown your back. I t f e e l sgoodr i g h t ? Imagine it as goodas you can. Do you f e e lt h e h ea t o f th e f i r e p l a c e ?Do you?Marie Bruno

    Farmer Cuts Out His OwnG al l s t o n eI lay on my backI dec ided the year was badI t hough t o f s u i c ideBut then I though t o f amore i n t e r e s t i n g though tHow -- about removing myGal l s tone?Ah -- yes o f courseI took my swi tchb lade frommy pocke tThen qu ick ly i n s e r t e d itThen sudden ly the TVb la red :" I t w i l l be a g re a t yearfo r f a r mer s . "Oh my gosh!Andy Saurde

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    Dead Man in Van Gets Ticke tI was dr iv ing along in mypa t ro l c a rwhen I saw th e van weavingon th e s t r e e t l i k e a snakeon a burning log .The weaving van s topped asit cameupon an u p h i l l i n c l i n e . Theman wass i t t i n g p e r f e c t l y still asif he had5 poisonous copperheadsco i l i ng a t h isf e e t . I asked, "Why wereyou weaving?"But he d i d n ' t answer.Tha t ' s when I r ea l i zed hewas as dead as a bugsquashedby an unconcerned foo t .Being new on th ejob , I gave him th e t i c k e tand drove away.Lara Barre

    I 'm Making I t Big WithBeer-Bel ly Jeans -- Thanksto My Son ' s GhostThe fa t people l i ke mybee r -be l l y j eans . I tell'emmy son give me th e i de a r' bou t ten year s a f t e r hekickedthe bucket fo r cancer . I twas adark n igh t and guess whathappened nex t .Ryan Me

    I t Was So Dry Last SummerMy Cows Gave Powdered MilkI am a da i ry fa rmerI have been wai t inga l l summer fo r a goodra in b u t it keeps ge t t i ngd ry e r . I knew when th ewel l dr ied up the re wast r oub le . I went to milkmy be s t cow, Bessy.She gave me a few drops .Then a l l of asudden something powderys t a r t e d coming ou t . AtfirstI thought it was sandthen I r ea l i zed it waspowdered milk! F i r s t

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    I had to break my c on t r a c twith Coleman u n t i l we got ar a i n . Then I got ajob s e l l i n g my powderedmilkto th e Creammate Dai ryCreamer Company.Brea Hays

    An Old ManI am an o ld man who l i vesin th e woods. I seeno th ing bu t wild animalsand my o ld dog Skee te r . Isee th e t r e e s , th e darkgreen pine t r e e s as theysway back and fo r t h .I f e e l t h a t my hand ofcards t h i s Fridayaf te rnoon w i l l be a goodone. I t a s te th e sweett a s t e o f winning aboutto occur . I f ee l t ha t Iw i l l ea ta box o f oa tmeal fo r lunch .Aaron H.

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    Notes For a Movie Sc r ip tFade in on th e loud phonescreamingfo r someone 's a t t e n t i o n .Catch th e quick hand withdangl ing b r a c e l e t s andt rendy n a i l p o l i s h .Capture h er eyes as theyl i g h t upand see h er l i p s as theys t r e t c hacross her face in to ab r i g h t smi le .Hear the faded male voicepour ingfrom the r e c e ive r say inggoodbyeand a qu ick ,"See ya a t seven ."Fade ou t on a p a i r o ft e n n i s shoesrunning e xc i t e d ly up th es t a i r s .Shae Wil l iams

    lOOth Bir thdayI can hear the c ra c k l ingboneswhen she moves.I c a n ' t see any t e e t h inmouth.She doe s n ' t know what th echoco la tecakes t a s t e l i k e .She can f e e l her chinerod ing away.She c a n ' t see th e man inboxe rs .She c a n ' t hear he r f i f t yyea r o ldgrandk ids ye l l i ng t o he r .She can only hear th eba s e ba l lgame wi th her hot andmel t inghear ing a id .John Crimarco

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    h is

    I Am A Vul tu re WithIn d i g e s t i o nI am a v u l t u r e withi nd ige s t i on .I j u s t a te a r a b b i th i t by a c a r on th ehighway, a snake dr iedup by th e sun, a cowk i l l e d by a fox , andan owl t ha t wasj u s t l y ing the re dead.I am a vu l tu r e wtthi nd ige s t i on . I a te ahuman, I hope he wasdead.Brugh Fos te r

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    Hate i s l i ke be ing deadwith no one to br ingf lowers .I t sounds l i ke a break ingch ina p l a t e .The s i g h t i s a dark roomwith only a pinbeam o fl i g h t .The t a s t e i s th e t a s t e o fd i r t under your n a i l s .I t smel l s as if someone hasf r e s h ly pa in ted your roomand you have to s l eept he re .Cynth ia Rogers

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    What the Rabbi t SaysI have fu r as s o f t ascot ton , aswhi te as the gleaming snowin a dark n igh t . I amde l i ca t e , l i ke a s t r i n g o fpea r l s . I makea s o f t sound, l i k e awhisper in the n igh t .Sara Poldrack

    Mud

    Mud squ i shes th rough yourtoesin the ba s e ba l l f i e l d a f t e ra ra in .I t goes in your nose andmouthwhen you crawl l ike a wormand on your c l o t hes when youmudwres t l e .I f d i r t were never mudwe would never have grass .Mud ca tches f rogs andsp lashesa l l over them.4 th Grade

    I Am A Bal l e t ShoeI am a smal l pink b a l l e tshoe,going through the a i r l i ke ahummingbird.Going high, going low,I 'm f i l l e d up with a toe .I smel l bad and look bad,bu t I 'm rea l ly qu i t e gay.I hear the audienceclapping l ike b i r d s f l appingin c l e a r a i r .Jenny E ic helmann

    Ju lyJuly sounds l i ke c r i cke t sin a f i e l df i r ec racke r s popping, shinywatersp lash ing on your body.Ju ly looks l i ke ab o t t l e r o c k e t ,a sheepdog pan t ing .J u ly f ee l s l i ke thebathrooma f t e r a hot shower;sweat dr i ps o ff your nosel ike dew o ff a l e a f .Ju ly t a s t e s l ikehoneysuckle and watermelon.Ju ly smel ls l i ke charcoalin the g r i l l .Class Poem

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    I am a sp i de r ,I walk the face of th i sd i r t y l and .People don ' t ca re about me,they j u s t walk a l l over me.I am a s p ide rI l i ve in a web I made,people d o n ' t not ice t h i swork I ' ve s l aved .A ll they do i s be a f ra id ofme.I d o n ' t br ing them no harm.I guess I j u s t s o r t o falarm.People a re mean, I am th eonly one l e f t of my family .Here comes a t a l l woodsman.Oh no, I must leave th i sl and .So long fo r now.I d o n ' t t h ink I'll be fo rlong.I am a s p i d e r .Jeremy Lewno

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    H u n t sv i l l e Middle

    I f Dresses Were Mounta inseverybody wouldhave to ga inweight .Miche l le Smith

    Ghost Gets Speeding Tick e tThe unfr i end ly ghos t wasspeedingin h is red Z-28 .A uniformed policeman sawth e speeding red c a r ands topped it .He was wondering who wasd r i v i n gth e red ve h ic l e .Then. a l l o f a sudden. th eghos t popped outfrom nowhere .The uniformed policemangave a t i c k e t( fo r speeding 100 mile s pe rhourand sca r ing th e po l i c e h a l fto dea th . )Calude Burkha l te r

    I f Ciga re t t e s Were Grizz lyBearsthey would r ip up yourlungs .and you would put them outin a swimming pool .And you could not smokein the win te r .Robbie S t . C l a i r

    The Lonely Heal th NutThere once was a lone lyhea l th nut named John.He was cooking b r e a k f a s t .making h is supe r duperomele t .when a l l o f a sudden Johncu t in toa r e a l b r i g h t purp le onion .He heard a squea l . Johnsb ig brown eyesbulged out o f h is head.John f e l l onto th echeckered f l oo r .The purp le onion ran o f f .Chr i s Kison

    About TimeTime s l i p s away f a s tl i ke a f l y ing b i rd in thesky.Time i s a bas ic need.Miche l le Smith

    St a r s Sound LikeMidnight s t a r s sound l i keb r i g h t t i n s e l and Chris tmasl i g h t sb l ink ing on and o f f .Tina Jones

    Acros t icRunningOnClouds canK i l l youDonnie Worley

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    Oops! Sleeping Man GetsShipped to Funera l Home!Today I s l ep t l a t e .I woke up a t noonand I saw dead bodie sly ing around me .They looked l i ke whi te sheepand smel led l i ke ro t t encows--they f e l t l i ke a p i l low.Danny Fos ter

    HaikuDriving i n to town,my black Camaro goes f a s t .Blue l i gh t s come fromnowhere.Danny Fos te r

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    48Huntsv i l l e Upper Bleen ta ry

    It's WaxyIt's waxy!I c a n ' t eve r Q - t ip it.I ' v e even got a Wet-Wil l ie .I th ink I'll t ake a ba thAnd wash my ear s with soapand water .It's waxy!My f i n g e r s a re mushing withwax,The wax squeezes ou t myear s .I th ink I'll wax my c a rand use my e a r wax!It's waxy!I ' v e t r i e d sc rubb ing ,and now I th ink I'll sc rubaga in .I th ink I'll cu t my e a r so f fand sit around in wax!But it's still waxy!Denise Kla i s s

    SunshineAs th e suns t a r t s to sh inein the t r e e tops ,I can hear the b i rdsf l u t t e r t h e i r wingsand s t a r t t h e i r morningsongs .Amy P o r t e r

    The Worst MomYou ge t up on th e wrongs i d e o f th e bed.Your mom yel ls ,"GETTT! UPPP!"You go to schoo l .Every th ing goes wrong.You g e t your r e p o r tcard : DCBF.Your mom see s your r e p o r tcard .She t u rns you around andl e c tu r e s you fo r 38 minutesand then shoves you i n toth e c l o s e t .You s t a r v e .You a re a miss ing p o s t e r .You "die.The po l i ce di scove r yourbones i n the year 2006.Mark, Fred , and Jamie

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    J i Y Brown R le en t a r yS t a r Ci ty

    I Am A B o i l e rI am a b o i l e rI have hot co a l s burn ing ,I look o ld , but I am warm.I sound l i ke someoneshoo t ing a BB gun.I t a s t e l i ke rus ty meta l ,I look p r e t t y ugly . I amsupposed to .Trav i s Lantz

    I Am A S t a rI am a s t a rI sh ine a t n ig h tI see th e l i g h t s a t n ig h tI hear a tornado break inghomes in two.I smel l f lowers blooming.I t a s t e th e black sky .I touch th e moon.Martha Pr ice

    S t a rS t a r i s l i ke a diamondSprak l ing in th e sky ,Twinkles l i ke a diamond,Floa t ing in the sky .It's l o s t in heavenLike a dream.Jamie Cherry

    Rules fo r a Saturday Nightl. Get a g i r l to come e a tpopcorn with me.2. Then we go to a dr ivein .3. Then I w i l l k i s s h e r .4. Then I ' 11 have to go to

    th e bathroom and g e t th el i p s t i c k o f f .5 . Then g e t out o f th ebathroom.6. Then ask h er to marryme.7. She says yes . So we

    l i ve happ i ly eve r a f t e rin F a y e t t e v i l l e .Bracey Wilkerson

    FunFun i s a wedding b e l lchiming.Fun i s see ing heaven.Fun i s smel l ing yourmo th e r ' s cooking.Fun i s touching a s o f tk i t t e nWhen it i s a s l e e p .Erin Greer

    I Am A FlowerI am a f lower a l l pre t t yand b r i g h tAnd a l l I can th ink o f a l lday longI s dr ink ing a l i g h t shower,J u s t a little thunders torm.Bi l l y Sims

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    A Banana Driv ing a CarI am a banana .I see p eo p le ' s mouths a l lyear round.My house i s a baske t .A ll day I t h ink o f sharpt e e t h ,and I see o t h e r bananas comeand go.I shou ld be happy I 'm n otgone!Wendy Rowland

    Rules fo r Eat ing Winte rWhen the re i s snow on th eground and it i s co ldA ll you have to do i s t r yyour b es tTo e a t the windAndYou w i l l be ea t ing winte r .C ar r i e Holloway

    Someone You Don ' t LikeWhen you see your f r i e n dplay ing with someone youd o n ' t l i keit f e e l s l i ke touch inga porcup ineMel i s sa Ann Cunningham

    The Doc tor ' s Of f i ceThe d o c t o r ' s of f i c e t a s t e dl iker ed h o t s cooked in a s tove .I cou ld hear the bab iesc ry i n g .I cou ld see th e need lein the nur s e ' s hand whichwas comingout fo r me.Jamie Stone

    I Am A DragonI 'm des t roy ing a pa lace .So what . I 'm mean.Nobody can s top me.I ' v e go t to be s een .My s ca l e s are pops ic les t i c k s .People t h inkthey can s top me,b u t they c a n ' t .I'll say I owe it a l l toyou.Jod ie Gibson

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    51Lee Elementary

    Springda le

    Music PoemComposed whi le l i s t e n i n g to"Wild Woman Blues"You would hear it where one-eyed h i l l b i l l i e s withtobacco in t h e i rjaws swing on a porch ,where cowboys r ide in theback o f an o ld farm t r u ck .Jason Ramsey

    Music PoemComposed while l i s t e n i n g to"Wild Woman Blues"In the park in New YorkCi ty ,For t he bus iness peoplewalking by on th e way to"Death Trap"o r the subway,He o r she would play witht h e i r h a t ou t wai t ing fo rmoney.Jene Huffman

    Music PoemComposed whi le l i s t e n i n g to"Wild Woman Blues"Driving down the highway ina conver t ib l e ,the re a re no o th e r ca rsaround.There i s t a l l gras s by th es ide o f th e highway .Robin King and Miss Neasey

    Music PoemComposed while l i s t en i ng to"Wild Woman Blues"Tra in going down r a i l r oa dt r a ck sSounds l i k e a dog runn ingthrough a f i e ldSounds l i ke somebodydanc ing in a showerEr i c Bagwell

    Music PoemComposed whi le l i s t en i ng to"Wild Woman Blues"Makes me fee l l ike I 'mgoing to succeed in aco n te s tMakes me f e e l l i ke I 'm acur ious dog

    in the coun t ryon a t r a inC h r i s ty W il li s

    Music PoemComposed whi le l i s t en i ng toBach ' s "Jesu Meine Freude"The f r i l l y dre sse s in th ebal l room, movingg ra c e fu l l y .The men in t he i r t i gh t s andknicke rs and fancy j a c ke t s .The l e ad ing of th e l a d i e sin a wal t z ,Gent ly .Emily Rathburn

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    Hubby Pays $3 Mil l ion RansomFor Kidnapping Wife and SheSlaps His Face For BeingCheapMy husband makes me soangry!I wanted a f ive c a ra tdiamond but it was onlyt h ree .He was going to buy me aMercedes Limo, bu t he onlybought tw o c o n v e r t i b l e s .When we moved her I wanted af ive s to ry house with fo r tyrooms,b ut he bought a fo u r s to ryhouse with t h i r t y roomsand t h r ee horse s t a l l s .He makes me so mad!And to top it of f , I 'm beingkidnapped and he onlyof f e r s t h ree mi l l iond o l l a r s !That r ea l l y chaps my hide!Summer Lamons

    Heal th Nut Gives Up VeggiesWhen Sl iced Onion Screamsin Pa in!I was making a good hea l thyb r eak f a s t with eggs andonions .When I chopped up th e onionit screamed "Help, Murder!"And he t r i e d to b i t e me,and I ranIn to th e bathroom, t ry ingto ca tch my b re a t h ,When he cl imbed under th edoor .I blew him away with theha i r dryer ,And he blew away in thecold breeze .Rami Nichols

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    Lu c i l i a Wood ElementaryEla ine

    RoseanneIn the movie, Roseanne,she would be nice andnot bad mouth peoplel i k e she usua l ly does .She would l i k e to be withh e r k ids , not smar t o f fl i k e usua l .It'll j u s t be a wholed i f f e r e n t show.Melinda Nor ton

    I Went to a DanceA lo t o f people were jumpingup and down l i k egrasshoppers .The l i g h t was f l a s h in g l i k eth e sun h i t on a p a r t o f awindow.It shone . 0 , 0 it hea t myeyesThat dance .Tarsha Es te r

    On A Saturday MorningOn a Saturday morning meandmy b r o th e r were watching asca rymovie on cab le and suddenlyth e TV faded out . So wetu rned the rad io on and itwas play ing " I need love"and I asked my b r o th e r ,could he cap tu re the bea to f t h a t song .Woodie Lamb

    How To Stop Being Scared toDeathYou can g e t your Momto read you a s t o ryYou can tu rn on a l i g h tin th e h a l l or in thebathroomo r you can g e t your Mom tosit on your bed with youu n t i l you f a l l as l eep . Oryou can ask h er to sit upand w ai t u n t i l you g e t overfrom your sca red mess.Or you can get inunder th e coversand wai t u n t i lit i s o v er .Angie Jones

    Mermaid Found Near Flor idaLike a f i sh in watershe s a i l e d with a sh inyb lue c r y s t a l coa tfrom h er w a i s t to h er tail.Very long h er h a i rl i ke y ard s and yards o fyel low yarn .Her tail, s l i c k e r than ic ea f t e r being ska ted on anddanced on by Freda S ta r e .Her eyes oh how b e a u t i f u lh er eyes were l i k e a b igc i t ywith th e c o l o r o f blues k i e s .Her smi le was l i k e it litup th ewhole world howp ink ish - red hersmi le was l i k e an a t u ra l God-given co lo r .Tukeyua D'meal

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    A Small Flower Swaying inth e Wind

    I am a smal l f lowerswaying in th e wind.Men walk by me but neverlook aga in .I am a sma l l f lowerswaying in th e wind.Bunnies hop by me b u tnever s top to see me.I am a sma l l f lowerswaying in th e wind.

    Nancy Webster

    PoemRough f e e l s l i ke a t r a i l e rt ruck goingover a c a t t l e ga p .S t ra i g h t looks l ike a20- foo t - long ru l e r l a i dc a re fu l ly on the ground.Mad h ea r s l i ke a s c i e n t i s tgoing wild b reak ing t h in g s .Big t a s t e s l i ke a mounta inr i s i ng fa r in to th e a i r .Scared smel l s l i ke a littlek i t t en in a corne r with adog s t and ing t h e re .Adam Bowen

    When I Am Plan t ingWhen I am p lan t ingI look down the row tosee i s everyth ing r i g h t th eco t ton i s whi te I can f ee lthe co t ton andtouch th e co t ton it i ssmooth sometimes rough.You stomp your f e e t r e a lhardthe co t ton w i l l f a l l downon th e ground co t tonhas seeds they a re hardlittle t i ny th ings .Nyr i t a Gray

    The FlowerI am a f lower blowingin the wind, with b luep e t a l s .I hear a c h i ld say ing ,"Look!Look! over the re blowing inth e wind i s a blue f lower . "And th e next t h ing I knowI am saying goodbye tomy f r i end Sa l ly th eb u t t e r f l y .Then I am in a blueg l a s s . And I 'm no t blowingin th e wind.Lisa Armstead

    In MemphisIn Memphis

    it's ra in ing so hard Ij u s t c a n ' t see the c loudsa re moving th e way th ewind would.Tmyaka Soimis

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    55Magnet Cove Elementary

    The S t a r sThe s t a r s look l i k e littledots high in th e a i r .S ta r s f e e l l i k e poin tedmushrooms .The s t a r s t a s t e l i k e mel tedice cream.S t a r s sound l i k e th e bark ingo f a dog in th e n igh t ,smel l l i k e a baby t h a t j u s thad a b a t h .Nickel Bivens

    DecemberDecember sounds l i keSa lva t ion Army SantaClausesr ing ing b e l l s and ca r shonking in the park ing l o t .December t a s t e s l i k e snowic e cream, hot cof fee ,sugar cook ies , candy can es .December f ee l s l i k e asnowbal l in the back .December smel l s l i k e pinet r e e s , smel ly r a in co a t s ,and hot c id e r .December looks l i k e bl ind ingsnow on th e playground ,red and green r ibbons onth e s t r e e t l i g h t s ,hol ly wreaths ,Chris tmas t r e e l i g h t sthrough the windows.Miss Guin ' s Third Grade

    DecemberAs we w ai t fo r Santa Claus ,I smel l the hot choco la tein the cup in my handsand dr ink some once in awhi le .The w i n t e r days a re co ld asic eand f l u r r i e s on your nose .You g e t numb toes andf inge rs I suppose .I see th e whi te c a rp e t onth e lawnand th e snowman by th edead bushes .I hear the c rack l ing o f theic eand sausage by the f i r e .But as I go to bed I t h inkof th ings t h a t havehappened.Penny Spencer

    EmbarrassedEmbarrassed i s l i k e f ind ingy o u r s e l f withou t anyc lo thes and runn ing out ina f o o tb a l l f i e l d beforeth e game's over andt h ink ingsomeone e l se i s your dadand p u l l i n g h i s w a l l e t outo f h is pocket .Lynne Moore

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    OctoberOctober smel l s l i ke a cand leburn ing in a Jacko lan te rnand pine t r e e s .October t a s t e s l i ke HersheyBars , peanu ts , and app lec ide r .October sounds l i ke l eavesru s t l ed by th e wind, ghos t smoaning from th e grave .October f e e l a l i k e a pinkdenim j a cke t , sweaty handsfrom holding a bucke t o fcandy.October looks l i ke yardsro l l ed with t o i l e t paper ,s leep ing t r e e s ,a yellow moon in the sky ,a dummy hanging from at r e e .Class Poem

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    57Maaoth Spr ing Middle and High

    The ClockI t s hands are reaching i n tot ime.It has thrown away th e p as tand i s reach ing fo r th ef u tu r e .Each d i g i t engraved i s a newbeginningBut soon w i l l be the p as taga in .Anonymous

    How To Know For Sure WhenYou're In Mammoth Spr ingYou know fo r su re you ' r e inMammoth Spr ingwhen you can go to bed withyour doors unlocked.You know fo r su re you ' r e inMammoth SpringWhen people know more aboutyouThan you do y o u r se l f .Chr i s ty Washam

    This Is J u s t To SayI have r ipped my j e anst h a t you have j u s t boughtand which you saved a lo to f money to buy.Forgive me b u t nex t t imeyou shou ld hide the s c i s s o r sPhoenix Andrews

    This Is J u s t To SayI have ea tenthe bi rdseedt ha t was inth e f eed e rand whichthe b i rd s were probablysav ingfo r d inne r .Forg ive methey were t e r r i b l eso gookyand so crunchyCathy Tram

    The TaskGrace fu l ly r i p p l i n g ,shimmering in the sunCont rac t ing and expandingas th e work ge ts done,Glis ten ing beads o f sweatgive t h e i r t es t imony to thecauseFee l ing a s t eady rhythmwith no room fo r pause.Th e world i s b ut an achings t r e t c h o f s inews, tw i s t i n gto th e pace ,While t ime , a l though ana bs t r a c t and d i s t a n t fo rce ,seems quickly by t o race .Goals begin fading in to thedark c loak o f fo rg e t fu l n e s sWhile th e f i n i s h o f onet i resome task i s what oneseeks to f ind .Aundra Rober tson

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    The Baby BluesMy d ad ' s going to k i l l uswhen he hears the news.It's been 3 months and hestill has no c lues .I ' v e been worr ied s i ck overhi s reac t ion . When he ge t sthrough we may both be int r a c t i o n . My Dad's going tok i l l us when he hears thenews. He i s going to k i l l usbecause o f the baby blues .Kandy Mul l ins

    The TornadoThe tornado comesl i ke a stampede of horses .I t i s g re a t as a b e l lmoving.I t t akes every th ing in itspathand always get s its way.Cathy Traw

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    McGehee Elementary

    My BrotherMy b r o th e r l i ke s to t e l l mewhat to say and do.I do itbecause he i s o ld e rthan me.He looks l i ke a goatand a c a t pu t t o g e th e r ;He ea t s l ike a p igand walks l ike a dog,and a t nigh t he s l eepsl i ke a b a ts t and ing up.Doreen Jackson

    The G ir l I MetThe g i r l I metwas be a u t i fu l as a b u t t e r f l yWhen she s i t s in th e sunShe tu rns as red as af i r e b a l land her ha i r s t ands up.Her eyes turn red and b lue .When she wakes upshe ge ts f a t t e r and f a t t e ru n t i l th e bed f a l l s throughthe f l o o r .She ge ts t h in , then n igh tcomes.She tu rns in to a werewolf .She i s ha l f c a t and h a l fdog.Her mother came over to herhouse.She ye l l ed so hardShe broke the windows.Then th e werewolf b i t h erand she became a werewolftoo .Roy Guy

    The Microorganism G ir lI know a g i r lt ha t i s a b a r r e l ofmicroorganismsShe t r i e s to k i l l my whiteblood c e l l sbut my white blood c e l l sk i l l herThen she becomes twob a r r e l s o f microorganismsShe t r i e s to k i l l my whiteblood ce l l sThen she t r i e s to k i l l meBut I k i l l he r .Derr ick J i l e s

    A G i r lThere ' s t h i s g i r l I l i ke ,

    I l i ke when she runs hers o f t f ingers through herh a i r ,When she looks a t me withher gloomy eyes ,And when she wears he r h a i rpinned .

    Brad Evere t t Murphee

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    Gir l sAt f i r s t they were l i k edark c louds .In the f i r s t grade , theywere j u s t a peak o f sun .In the second, they werel i ke a pond f i l l e d withgolden f i s h .In the t h i r d , they werel i ke a coo l day.In the f ou r th , they werel i ke an app le blossom j u s tblooming.In th e f i f t h they were l i keth e sun r i s i ng in themorning.I love g i r l s .Shaun Braz i l

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    Nor th Heights Jun io r HighTexarkana

    Newsflash : Angry Ghost o fTransp lan t Donor Wants Hear tBack!I thought , hey, I won ' t needit.I t o ld Caspar , "My h e a r tbelongs to somebody e l s e .A ll I have i s t h i s cold windr i g h t here , "and I thumped my c h e s t .I 'm h ea r t l e s s I 'm not aboves ca r in g someone to dea th .A ll I want i s what ' s mine.Ms. Powel l ' s 9 th Grade Class

    My Grandfa therMy grandfa ther i s deerhunt ing .He f e e l s the smoothness o fthe gun.He see s woods surroundinghim.He smel l s f resh a i r .He t a s t e s the cook ies hebrought to snack on.He hea rs b i rd s ch i r p in g ands q u i r r e l s c ha t t e r ing .He i s th ink ing about t h a tone buck t h a t walks ou t .James Per ry

    Bluebe l l sA b e l l t h a t r i n g s but has nosound,ye t t he sound o f th e b e l lmakes th eangel s s i n g .Aaron Fromby

    Romance -- Is I t th eUlt imate Baldness Cure?I was ba ldfo r s i x t e e n yearsAlways drowningmyself in t e a r sU n t i l one n ig h tI t was very l a t eI met myu l t ima te mateKeeping my pres su re downwas a r e a l f i g h tThe romance beganas she rubbed my headI was hopingShe 'd k i s s me i n s t e a d .But something wonderfu lhappened.It was a g lo r io u s s i g h t .In a way it wasa t e r r i b l e f r i g h t .Yes, romance is acure fo r ba ldness .But w i l l someone giveme a curefo r a mohawk?Michel le Jones

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    Notes fo r a Movie S c r i p tFade in - - an a i ry s u n l i ts tu d io .P ic tu re de l i ca t e dancerss t r e t c h ing on th e ba r r e .The exerc i ses beginas the s tuden t s s h i f tt h e i r minds to a d i f f e r e n ts t a t e .Zoom in on th e b a l l e r i n a ' spoi se and gracefu lnes sas she becomes bur ied inwork .Cut to the co n cen t r a t i o n o fsweaty and t i r e d dancersp u t t i n g a l l t h e i r energy inth e p i roue t t e s and grandej e t e s .Focus on th e a i r o fde te rmina t ion about thegroup as they fo rge t th eo u t s id e world and l i ve fo rth e s t e p s they dance.Pic tu re the worn and limpbodies s t r e t ch i ng t h e i rt i r e d muscles .Fade o ut on dancers th ink ingo f the nex t p r a c t i c e , thenew choreography, th e nextdance.Apri l Kre id le r

    Should I Marry the Burgla rWho Sto le My Heart?I heard someone open thedoor .The alarm c lock s a id 15till 4.Jumping o ut o f bed andgrabb ing a gun,I ran down th e s t a i r s andin to th e k i tchen .I saw him r i g h t away.We looked i n to each o t h e r ' seyes .Love a t F i r s t Sigh t .He had th e TV and VCRBut he dropped them r i g h tawayand ran i n to my arms.L i t t l e d id I know t h a twhi le we were hugging, hewas

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    pu t t ing my h ea r t in toh is pocket .Laurie Martin

    My Fa the rMy f a the r i s working a t th em i l l .He sees machines tw i s t ing ,punching , and pu l l i ng .He t a s t e s th e hot a i rmoving around th e room.He hea rs the loud whis t l e sand b ig t r u ck s in thebackground.He f e e l s th e stiff gloveson h is hands .He sme l l s t he m e l t ing meta loozing through the m i l l .He i s th ink ing o f whichbu t ton to push next and o fh is s o f t bed a t home.Tara Reid

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    My S i s t e rMy s i s t e r is dreaming abou ther job .She sees the money s h e ' l lmake one day.She hears th e s teadyt apping o f the cashr e g i s t e r s .She f e e l s the cold o f th el e t t uce as she weighs it.She can smel l th e mixedscen ts o f th e d i f f e r e n tfoods .She t h in k s , "Maybe some dayI'll g e t a good job andmake l o t s of money."She i s l i ke a mule, sheworks hard .She looks l i ke an ange lwhen she ' s as leep .Why d o e sn ' t she alwayss leep?Casey Hoage

    I f Fingers Were J e l l y f i s hI 'd give everyone a s t i ng inggree t ing as I shake t h e i rhand.My t end r i l s would soak i n tokeyboards of a grand pianoas I playedBeethoven ' s Fi f th .Everyth ing I touch would begiven a s l imy grimy res idue .My manicur i s t would haveto soak my t e n d r i l s insa l tywater two, maybe t h reet imes a day.My applause would bes i l e n t .Cheryl Kite

    Mom S e l l s Kidney to BuyFurn i tu reShe walks through Moore ' s .She looks about thewarehouses with adespera te ly sad face .I know she longs fo r a newcouch with matching loves e a t and r e c l i n e r .At home, th e worn andba t t e r e d so fa shows th emiles o f wearwiths t a i n s o f s p i l l e d dr inksandwet ba th ing s u i t s .A wide, toothy grin mouthsconv inc ing wordso f pursuas ion .With a f i na l dec i s ive look,she d ec l a r e s she has hadenough.The s e t t e has seen i t s l a s tb a t t l e with a weekendsevere !With medica l ID card inhand, she myste r ious lymarches o ut the showroomdoors to make a f i na la t tempt a t r ed eco r a t i o n .Hold t ha t divan , she shoutsas she t u rns th e corner .Being th e generous soult h a t she i s , she gives herkidney to a needy s o u l , inre tu rn she has th e promiseo f a new decor .She has a look o fs a t i s f a c t i o n as she s t rokesth e arm o f her brand newc ha i r .With a s ly gr in , she looksa t my dad and says ,t h a t r e f r i g e r a t o r suredoe s n ' t keep cool l i ke itused to .Apr i l K r e id l e r

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    64Oscar Hamilton Elementary

    Foreman

    Water fa l l sWate r fa l l s sound as ifthey were roa r ingto th e people around them.Water fa l l s look as ifthey have long h a i rt ha t f lows over the rocks .Wate r f a l l s smel l l i kea f lower in th e s p r in g .Wa te r f a l l s t a s t e l i kec lean aod c l e a r waterfrom a f o u n t a in .Lacie Broomfield

    In My Close tI know t h e r e ' s a c andymonsterbecause my candy fromHalloweeni s still in the re .The caramel i s wai t ingfo r me to come in the reso it can mel t a l l over me.The Hersheys are lu rk ingaround th e cornerwai t ing to give ou t t h e i rf resh s cen tso I can f a l lin to THEIR t r apto e a t ME.Mary Ann Jackson

    My Cow's Name i s Vani tyShe sme l l s l i ke th e morninga i r .She looks l i ke a two - tonred and white b u f fa l o .She sounds l i ke a youngc a l f mooing fo r mother .She walks l i ke an o ldgrandma s h e ' s so slow.Waylon Grun

    Dreamssometimes come t ruefo r me. I see peoplefrom the g raveyardr i s i n g from the cemetery .I can see mysel f f a l l i n go f f o f a t a l l bu i ld ing .I imagine my p a r en t sdying sometime. I dreamI 'm in a new worldevery day. When I watchsca ry movies , I dream abou tthem. I f e e l emotions inmy dreams t ha t make me wantto c ry .Every person has to have abad dreamsometime.Ch ar l e s BeardAt VenusI f you were a t Venusyou would see weird th ingsand you might even see ana l i e n with two an tenna .I f you see oned o n ' t t e l l me.I t w as n ' t my f a u l t youwent .Matthew Whisenhunt

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Stave Puzzle Catalog 1988-1989 Full

Stave Puzzle Catalog 1988-1989 Full

Presentación 1988 y 1989

Presentación 1988 y 1989

RAPPORT ANNUEL 1989 1988 - University of Torontocrefo.oise.utoronto.ca/.../1988-1989.pdf · Rapport annuel du Centre de recherches en education franco-ontarienne 1988 • 1989 Cette

RAPPORT ANNUEL 1989 1988 - University of Torontocrefo.oise.utoronto.ca/.../1988-1989.pdf · Rapport annuel du Centre de recherches en education franco-ontarienne 1988 • 1989 Cette

ANNUAL REPORT 1988 -1989 - OJP

ANNUAL REPORT 1988 -1989 - OJP

EWI Annual Report 1988-1989

EWI Annual Report 1988-1989

Badiou Beckett et Mallarmé (1988-1989)

Badiou Beckett et Mallarmé (1988-1989)

1987 1988 1989 1990 1991 - repository.fedesarrollo.org.co

1987 1988 1989 1990 1991 - repository.fedesarrollo.org.co

MENSAJE DE NAVIDAD 1988-1989 V.M. RABOLÚ

MENSAJE DE NAVIDAD 1988-1989 V.M. RABOLÚ

Llibret Falla El Sequer 1988-1989

Llibret Falla El Sequer 1988-1989

Uruguay 1989 Carlos Montero (1988, Puntosur)

Uruguay 1989 Carlos Montero (1988, Puntosur)

VP 50 Cruise Book 1988 1989 Misawa

VP 50 Cruise Book 1988 1989 Misawa

Seren - 052 - 1988-1989 - 29 October 1988

Seren - 052 - 1988-1989 - 29 October 1988

Basile collezione autunno inverno 1988 1989

Basile collezione autunno inverno 1988 1989

Calciatori 1988-1989

Calciatori 1988-1989

JOURNAL OF CLINICAL MICROBIOLOGY · Gerald L. Gilardi (1989) Steve L. Moseley (1988) JackGoldstein (1990) MauriceA. Mufson(1989) RobertC. Good(1988) Brian R. Murphy(1988) MonicaGrandien

JOURNAL OF CLINICAL MICROBIOLOGY · Gerald L. Gilardi (1989) Steve L. Moseley (1988) JackGoldstein (1990) MauriceA. Mufson(1989) RobertC. Good(1988) Brian R. Murphy(1988) MonicaGrandien

South Pacific albacore observer programme,1988-1989

South Pacific albacore observer programme,1988-1989

An Invitation to Employers, 1988-1989

An Invitation to Employers, 1988-1989

AIS-R Yearbook 1988-1989

AIS-R Yearbook 1988-1989

Varsavia tra Mosca e Washington (1988-1989)

Varsavia tra Mosca e Washington (1988-1989)

SQBB- Cholet 1988- 1989 - petitscarabe.e.p.f.unblog.fr

SQBB- Cholet 1988- 1989 - petitscarabe.e.p.f.unblog.fr