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S.A.G.E

By Land, 11, Zanesville, OH, USA

SAGE stands for Sisters As Girls Empowered
We help each other as we build our tower
of knowledge and power always on the hour
Today, tomorrow, and always and now working
together to show people how always FOREVER!
(July 2009)

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Since Hannah Left That Day

By Alexandra, 10, NJ, USA

Every day is sadness,
Every day is gray,
Only she can bring my gladness,
Since Hannah left that day.

On I she did depend,
We met at camp one day,
The day I called her 'friend',
Since Hannah left that day.

On the last day of camp,
We didn't want to say goodbye,
The friends who stayed were champs,
Since Hannah left that day.

Goodbye, Hannah! I'll miss you!
(December 2008)

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I Will Pray For You

By Marinela , 12, London, UK

If you have a cold,
Or even worse the flu,
Then just tell me Andy,
I will pray for you.

If you have done a sin,
And it is stuck like glue,
Then just give me a call Andy,
I will pray for you.

If someone close has died,
Or another family issue,
As soon as I find out,
I will pray for you.

If you got into trouble,
That you can't undo,
Then with all my heart,
I will pray for you.

I hope one day when I am down,
Or simply feeling blue,
You will pray for me,
Just like I prayed for you.
(December 2008)

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The Last Day with Anna

By Kelly, 15, Amery, WI, USA

It was a perfect July day in the summer of 2008. I don't remember the date exactly, but it was just another summer day, just another day I'd spend with my best friend. As I sat in my living room, still waking up from my pleasant ten hours of sleep, I looked out of the sliding glass windows. The sun was almost to it's highest point, and there were just enough clouds to make up for the bright blue background around them. The lake was a mirror. The vivid, green pine trees across the lake were reflected perfectly in the glistening water. It was a day that one would picture as 'an ideal summer day' while she was sitting in school on the coldest winter day of the year. I like to call these days 'postcard' days because if you took a picture of the perfect nature, it would be beautiful enough for a postcard. I had a feeling this day would have significance, but I didn't want to think about that. I didn't want to think of it as the last 'carefree' day I'd spend with Anna, so I didn't. I was going to make the best of this day; I wasn't sure if it'd be the last 'real' day with Anna.

I reached for my cell phone and called my best friend, Anna Northway, just like I usually did countless summer days throughout the years.

'Hey Kel,' she said.

'Well, hey! What are you up to today?' I asked.

'Oh, nothing at all, just chillin'. What are you doing? We should do something,' she replied.

I could tell in her voice that she knew it was kind of a 'weird' day, but we both didn't want to think of that. We both questioned what to do and whose house to go to, and we eventually decided on mine. It's weird because Anna always wanted to go to my house, and I always wanted to go to hers. We both said we were 'bored' with our own houses. However, Anna's house was kind of busy because of all the packing for the move, so mine was a good place to go to get away from all of that.

She arrived at my house, and of course, our moms, who are also best friends, had to chat for a few minutes. To this day, Anna and I joke about our moms. They have a phrase, 'It's a math thing,' that they always say because neither one of them is good at math. Anna thinks the 'non-math' gene passed on to her. Our moms probably have even more inside jokes than Anna and me; it's ridiculous. My mom even claims that Sue Northway knows her better than my dad does, which I think is pretty neat.

After listening to the chat, Anna and I walked inside and, like always, we questioned each other.

'What do you want to do?' I said.

'I don't know, what do you want to do?' she replied, and so on.

Finally, just like every other time we couldn't figure out what to do, we agreed that jet skiing would be the most fun. Knowing that the jet ski was low on gas, I lugged the full, seven gallon gas can from the garage all the way down to the dock. Anna held the jet ski still against the small waves that had developed from a soft breeze drifting across the lake. I carefully poured the gas in. She screwed the gas cap on, and then she splashed water on it to wash away any excess gas. This process was a normal routine of ours; we did it without thinking.

Before we knew it, we were gliding over the smooth water. I was always the driver of the jet ski because my parents didn't want others driving it. Anna, always being the passenger, was on the lookout for huge waves and boats of cute boys. We never found many boys. When we did, we were usually too chicken to talk to them because of what happened the last time we talked to some, but that's another funny story. However, it was always a 'goal' of ours to talk to some cabin boys, but we never accomplished that task during the 2008 summer. I find that funny for some reason.

After cruising the perimeter of the lake numerous times, we started to get bored. I cut across the water over towards Garfield Park, a park near the dam between Lake Wapogasset and a connecting river. The park has a few docks, a playground area, a few benches, a picnic area, and a large boulder with a dedication plaque on it. After coasting through the water near the park, I sped up to 'beach' the jet ski on the park's sandy beach.

We walked around the park, stopping to play on the playground and to look over the bridge near the dam. I will never go back to the dam and not think of Anna. When we were there earlier in the summer, Anna decided she wanted to walk out on the dam with a fishing net and try to catch one of the carp that were trying to get into the lake. Standing on the dam, she was looking at me with a 'what do I do now?' look, when suddenly, her feet were swept out from under her by the rush of water. She went down, fast, and instant laughter sprang from both of us. She slowly slid down the dam, laughing too hard to get up. Even the fishermen on the docks were laughing at her. I can replay the exact event in my head, and it makes me laugh out loud whenever I think of it.

When we were by the dam on the July day, Anna randomly spotted a small plastic cow lying in the grass. She picked it up. It was smaller than her palm, yet it was very intricate. We both thought the miniature cow was funny, probably because it was so random. Carrying her cow, Anna and I paced around more of the park. We walked by the small children's swing that Anna once became stuck in, and that amusing memory flashed through my head. We walked by the springy horses that Anna and I could never fit on (but we rode them anyway). Finally, we went up a slight hill to the part of the park with the best view of the lake. There were a few benches there, so we sat for a while, admiring the lake and throwing rocks into it. After being bored for a while, we decided we should go back out on the lake, but what would we do with the plastic cow? Anna didn't want to carry it. I didn't want to carry it. After all, the cow would just take up space if we brought it home.

We didn't ponder for long until I came up with an idea.

'Let's bury it here,' I said.

Near our bench was a large boulder with a memorial plaque on it. I thought it'd be a good idea to bury it there because then we'd remember where the cow was when we returned, whenever we both returned. We knew the boulder wasn't going to move. Anna discovered a sturdy stick that served as a perfect shovel, and she began digging a small hole near the massive boulder.

Anna and I were more of the 'tomboy' type; we never hesitated from digging dirt. Although, we weren't the kind of people to turn away a pedicure or French manicure. We had both gotten our first and second pedicures together, which brings about a brand new page of funny memories.

Anyway, she dug the hole directly in front of one of the 'edges' of the boulder, so it was as if the boulder was pointing to where we were going to bury the cow. With my bare feet, I paced off the distance from the boulder edge to where the hole was. It was two and one half foot lengths. We carefully placed our 'time-capsule' in the hole, and then brushed the dry dirt upon it, making it disappear.

'When we come back here, we'll see if it's still here,' I said.

At that point, I wasn't sure if it would be days or years before Anna and I hung out on the lake again, but I thought it was neat that we'd have something to look forward to doing whenever we returned. That moment at Garfield Park was interesting. It wasn't a dramatic moment, as it may sound. I knew that Anna and I wouldn't be back on this lake for a while, but that didn't seem to hit me. I think that both Anna and I were just wrapped up in the thought that we had something buried at Garfield Park. We were both pumped to see, whenever we managed to return, if the cow would still be there. It's funny to think how something so innocent, a plastic cow figure, can fascinate two people.

Being buried at Garfield Park also held significance. Since Anna and I were little, we and our families had spent numerous hours on Lake Wapogasset and Bear Trap together. It was on that very lake that we first learned to water ski on two skis, then, with a lot of practice together, we learned to slalom ski. It was where we'd first gone tubing. We had hundreds of memories of painful falls and making it through 'Devil's Kitchen' without falling off. And then, here we were, Garfield Park, on that memory-filled lake, not knowing when we'd ever be back. None of those thoughts were running through my head at the time, but after Anna moved, every single one of those thoughts and memories hit me hard.

Stepping back into that summer day, Anna and I walked back to the jet ski with a unique sense of accomplishment. We were like two little children that had made something 'theirs'. I slowly cruised the jet ski out of the dam area, looking through the clear water for fishing lures that had been lost from the line and sunk to the bottom. Anna always liked to find those. She'd even jump into the five-foot deep water to pick a lure up off the mucky bottom. That day we didn't find anything, so we sped around the lake a few more times. no boys, but a lot of fun waves.

We passed over many memorable parts of the lake. While we were by the Edins' house, I remembered the time Anna and I were tubing at Dani Edin's fifth grade birthday party. Anna fell off the tube, my braces got caught on the tube, and then they ripped off when I fell off (about five seconds later). No pain was involved, but everyone said it was a hilarious sight to watch. We went by the bible camp, where there were a lot of seaweed towards the water's surface. Anna hated seaweed with a passion. It seemed that whenever we were tubing together, we always tended to fall in the weediest area! We passed by Mort's Marina, a small store on the lake that sold, in our opinion, the best candy. Anna and I had gone there several times to silence our hunger. It seemed like every square foot of the lake had a memory to go along with it.

The sun was draining our energy as the hours went by, so we decided to head home. I parked the jet ski in the lift, cranked it up, then Anna and I put the cover on another routine of ours. We trudged up my long backyard one last time and went inside. While we were eating one of our favorite foods, Uncrustables, my mom asked us about our day. We told her about the cow. She thought it was cute, but otherwise, there wasn't much to tell. It was just like the vast amount of other days we'd spent on the lake before. Drained of energy, Anna and I retired to my living room couches.

Through the tired words that we spoke to each other, neither one of us mentioned her moving. The thought was lying in the back of my head, but I didn't want to say it; it'd ruin the conversation.

We watched many different boats cruise by on the lake, but fewer and fewer boats passed as the sun sank closer to the tree line. As I looked around our living room, the memories of the room, filled with the Northway family and my family, appeared in my head. I could see us all singing the song 'American Pie'. It was a tradition of ours. We would just blast that song out of the boom box speakers. My mom and John Northway knew almost all of the words, plus they could sing, so they led the song. My dad would sit on the couch, usually half asleep, and he would occasionally chime in a few words. Sue Northway knew a lot of the verses, so she would sing some parts with my mom and John. My brother, who was usually occupied somewhere else, would walk by the living room, see us singing, then shake his head and walk away. Everyone laughed when they saw him walk by. As for the kids, we were entertained by watching our parents. Our families sang that song together so many times that I have nearly the whole song memorized. Whenever I hear the song, whether it be on the radio or on my iPod, I get a little teary eyed because I think of how much fun it was to be with the Northways. I'm extremely thankful and blessed to have amazing memories and friends like that.

While I was day dreaming about some of the memories, Anna's mom pulled in the driveway to bring her home. We said our 'un-final' goodbyes, and I watched their green Jeep pull out of our driveway, just like it had done hundreds of times before. After she left, I thought about how amazingly lucky I was (and still am) to have a friend like her. She was always, and still is, there for me whenever I need her. She always knows what to say, whether it be to help me with a problem or just to make me laugh. She is a huge part of my life and I am a huge part of hers. It hurts to think about her moving, but her moving isn't the end. We are still best friends, and we talk all the time. I thank God every day for blessing me with a wonderful friend like her. I watched the red tail lights disappear from my road as the Jeep became farther away. Our memorable day had come to an end, but the memory of it and our friendship continue to live on.
(December 2008)

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My Friend

By Ellie , 8, Norwich, Norfolk, UK

My friend is warmer,
Than the sun,.
We have been friends,
Since Year 1.

She has eyes,
As blue as the sea.
She always, always plays,
With me.

That person is always,
Going to be you.
She always jumps,
When i say boo!
(November 2008)

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Friends Forever

By Amy, 11, Middlesbrough, UK

We are friends,
Setting the latest trends.
We are friends,
Together we blend.

Doing stuff together,
Doing stuff forever,
Falling out, never, ever, ever.

When we're here,
When we're there,
Our friendship will never tear.
(October 2008)

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The Life Of That Kid

By Jordan, 12, Coomba Park, New South Wales, Australia

Hi my name is.... well it doesn't matter right now, but the kids at school call me THAT KID. No, I don't like it but it's better than what they call the other kids such as buck teeth and booger breath, but thats not important. Anyway, it's the first day of the school year and I had just moved to a new house and school (AND YOU KNOW HOW IT IS.) I wasn't happy. Really, I was never happy, neither were my parents. That's why we keep moving. I've been to twenty seven schools. Well, there I was at the school gates. All the kids were playing happily as most kids would. I was hoping to have a happy time at this school. I walked to the cola area and sat down on a seat. People didn't notice me. Suddenly the bell rang, all the kids lined up in lines. I stood at the back of the line. Alone of course. There was another kid at the back who looked a little lonely. I walked over to her.

'Hi my name is Gabriella, but I liked to be called Gurp.'

'Funny,' she said in a mad voice.

I was sort of embarrassed. But I realize she was laughing.

'I'm only playing with you my name is Cobber, well I want to be called that. My real name is Kellie.'

We shook hands.

'So are you new?' she asked.

'Yes,' I replied, glumly.

'You?' I asked.

'Yup,' she replied.

We stuck together after that. But in class it got nasty. Me and Kellie, I mean, Kellie and I sat in class. We were talking until a paper plane landed in Kellie's hair. We both laughed, but the boys hated that we enjoyed that. So they got up and started calling us names. Hey, look at that kid she is so ugly. I got confused.

'What did I say to you?'

'Nothing I just don't like you,' he replied.

I just turned around and ignored him. The teacher came in a second later.

'Sit down Mary,' she said to the boy. His face went red.

'My name is D.O.G,' he said as he sat.

The day was short and ended quick. Kellie's mum met my mum and I was finally happy. Mum and dad were to because I was of course. You know who that girl was, Gurp, she was my best friend, so you know who I am. That's right Kellie. Gurp is really happy that we are friends; it's been sixty one years and still counting. Well, that is her life and mine it was weird and wonderful at the same I hope you think so too.
(September 2008)

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How I Met Robey

By Riley, 8, WA, USA

My friend Robey recently moved to Mighigan . We are very good friends so at first I was very sad. I am still a little sad but not as sad as the first day I knew he was moving.

I met him in the first grade and I instantly wanted to be friends with him so I started playing football because he played it too. I used to hate football but now that I now how to play the game I have grown to love it.

Robey will come back in three years so in that time we will try to keep in touch with each other.

Robey is the best friend ever.
(September 2008)

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Friends

By Emma, 10, Andorra, Spain

Her smile always brought me up when I was down.
Whenever I felt lonesome she was always by my side.
She would go to the end of the earth to get the things I need.
I laughed at her jokes and she laughed at mine.
When I moved far away, she sent me lots of notes.
When she is near I feel warm and special.
I called her and when I did we were both happy to hear each others voice.
Even though I am far away from her we will always remember each other in our hearts.
(September 2008)

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Nicola

By Jodie, 10, Liverpool, Merseyside, UK

This poem is dedicated to a girl called Nicola. Who is not with me anymore and I miss her lots.

I cry for you now and then,
Question is, will I ever see you again?
It may change over the years,
But it will end in tears.
Just to let you know I care,
It is just not fair,
I didn't want it to end this way,
All I'm trying to say,
Whether we are near or far,
You'll be my best friend no matter where we are.
(September 2008)

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The Sleepover

By Emily, 10, NSW, Australia

Last year at my birthday party my friends came over for a sleepover. We watched a movie and played for a little while but then it was time for bed! Mum kept coming down into the lounge room because we kept talking.

When mum had enough of coming downstairs and telling us to be quiet, she decided to tell us where we were going if we kept talking. She said that my friends Lucy, Bridget, Paris and Olivia would have to sleep in my sisters room.

Rebecca and the other Emily would stay in the lounge room, Madelin would sleep with the dog and guess what just for fun she said she would make me sleep in the rat-invested garage! I would rather sleep with my dog!

We only got to sleep at 1:00 in the morning.

What a sleepover!
(September 2008)

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Friendship

By Sarah, 10, Caledonia, Ont., Canada

Friendship is like a gem,
Friendship should have no end,
With friends you can have some fun,
Maybe even in the sun.

When you think your friendship is ending,
Maybe just a simple mending,
Will bring you back together,
Maybe even forever!
(September 2008)

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Sarah

By Allison, 11, Caledonia, Ont., Canada

Sarah is my friend,
Our friendship has no end.
Sarah is my friend,
We sometimes have to lend,
And sometimes our friendship seems to have an end.
So we fix it by amend,
Because Sarah is my friend.
(September 2008)

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My Friend

By Christopher, 10, Ireland

A strong lad,
A fit lad,
A small lad,
A football king,
A boxing legend,
A speed king,
Full of humour,
A class act to follow.
(September 2008)

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I Am

By Alexis, 13, Los Angeles, CA, USA

I am a softball player and a friend,
I wonder if I will ever hit a triple,
I hear my friends cheering me on,
I see my future job,
I want all my friends to be happy
I am a softball player and a friend.

I pretend I am strong,
I feel love all around,
I touch the world around me,
I worry if my puppy is bored during the school days,
I cry over my dead grandmother,
I am a softball player and a friend.

I understand my friends,
I say whatever I feel,
I dream of being a good baker,
I try my best at everything I do,
I hope to change the world,
I am a softball player and a friend.
(September 2008)

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My Friend's Birthday

By Nikitha, 5, Farmington Hills, MI, USA

I went to my friends birthday. I played with my friends and I ate cake with my friends. I had a sleepover. The next morning I went home. I had so much fun!
(September 2008)

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What People Call Friends

By Ceia, 11, Shillington, PA, USA

They walk together,
Talk together,
Dress the same,
Playing mind games.

They talk about each other,
Behind backs,
Eat up other girls,
Like they're snacks.

Faker than a Barbie doll,
This is what people call friends.

My friends and I,
Laugh together,
Are together,
All the time.

We are ourselves,
And act like it too,
We are together,
Forever.
(August 2008)


As real as we ever could be
This is what I call friends

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A Little Friend

By Whitney, 11, Benalla, Victoria, Australia

Did you use to feel that you were all alone without friends?

That's what I used to feel like before I met the most unexpected friend. Nobody thought that a little 4 year old could be such a good friend not even me! But I soon found out that I was wrong. A little 4 year old or any small child can be a great friend. If you look closely you may find small characteristics that older friends may have grown out of over time.

Little children don't know much about the world or what people do in it. Their minds don't pick up bad words or if they do, they soon forget. But us older people may remember bad words forever and try to get them out of our heads with no success.

They don't care when they don't win a competition. But us, on the other hand, will be annoyed for a very long time. These are a few things we miss when we see a little child. We think them clumsy and stupid but really if you look closer you might find something different.
(August 208)

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How to be a Good Friend

By Kyra, 9, Immokalee, FL, USA

My best friend is Jordyn-Star Williams. We knew each other since we were babies. She is so funny and nice. Even though we fight sometimes, she's still my friend and we always look out for each other.

Now I'm going to tell you how we met. After my mom and her mom were done with high school, me and Jordyn started hanging out. Over the years we grew apart but guess what? Now she is in my third grade class and our mom's say we are like twins.

(August 2008)

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Lovely Friends

By Lucy, 9, Fulwood, Lancashire, UK

Friends are great,
You need a good mate,
They look after you,
Even when you're safe,
They care for you,
A loving mate.
(August 2008)

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