My Lord

By Mel, 14, Princeton, NJ, USA

The lord guides me,
He's with me every day,
The lord guides me,
Takes all my fears away,
And when I am weak,
He stands strong,
My heart he will seek,
Praying I do no wrong,
He never leaves me,
Though at times I feel alone,
He let me see,
His love is not a loan.
(October 2008)

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The Caretaker

By Ellie, 8, Norwich, Norfolk, UK

I'm the caretaker,
Mopping the floor.
I'm the caretaker,
Opening the door.

I'm the caretaker,
Stacking the chairs.
I'm the caretaker,
With not many hairs.

Alex get back and
wait your turn,
Pick up that money
that you earn.
Lucy don't bother,
Billy I've told you
Once and I won't
tell you again.
(September 2008)

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The Magic Box

By Theo, 9, Northumberland, UK

I will put in the box,
The first April shower tapping on the window,
The last crackling fire burning away,
A blazing blast from a purple moon.

I will put in the box,
Bubbling brain juice soaking the brain,
A ghost haunting the castle of Henry VIII,
A daft fool screeching nonsense.

I will put in the box,
A hungry hippo eating rats,
A caveman with a computer,
And a soldier with a club.

My box is fashioned from rotting corpses,
Held together by dinosaur skin patterned with a tooth,
The corners sewn together with hair,
The hinges made from the spines of the best books.

I shall climb in my box up the tallest tree in the world
The strongest gust of wind will blow me off and I will handglide down,
To a clearing in the forest with grass as green as leaves.
(September 2008)

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Midnight

By Brittany, 9, West Midlands, UK

Black like coal,
Tranquil sounds,
See the mole,
Underground,
Testing Twitters,
Eletrical harp,
Bedtime fitters,
No ducks in the park.
No sign of a human,
A midnight feast,
Gentle breeze blowing,
Definitely no beasts.
(September 2008)

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The Encounter

By Sarah, 15, NY, USA

I saw an eagle today,
Perched far above a field of tender grass.
He was beautiful in silence,
As he watched the spring landscape,
His golden eyes blazing fire.
His gaze passed over the waving heads of wheat,
Stirred by the wind's gentle breath,
And sparkling with myriad flowers.
He focused on a bird,
Singing his heart away,
And thrilling to the newness of spring.
The eagle gathered his wings,
And releasing his iron grip on the bough,
Flapped slowly, deliberately, for a moment,
Before his lightning bolt
STRUCK
Towards the ground.
His outstretched talons barely swept the swaying grass,
As he shot towards the sparrow,
On a bush.
Terrified, the bird hesitated,
The eagle grabbed,
And with fierce pride in his bearing,
Carried off the sparrow,
Dead to the April world.
(September 2008)

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Spider, Spider

By Carli, 10, Coin, Malaga, Spain

Spider, spider climb up your web,
For when I come fetch you,
You must be wed.

For every spider
Has a wife,
To travel with
For all his life.
(September 2008)

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The Good God

By Ree, 12, FL, USA

I have written
this poem to say that
the lord that I love is a good
god.

That every man and
woman should be thankful
for their life and love.

Who ever doesn't
believe this, then maybe
you are in a mist and
will be in an underworld.

Last always knows
that the lord from Heaven
is a Good God and that
he will never leave you nor
forsake you.

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The River

By Lacey, 7, Portsmouth, Hampshire, UK

The river, the river,
Flowing down the waterfall,
Its fast and dangerous if you're not careful,
It's best in a boat not on a log,
If it gets very rough you might have to jump like a frog!

The river, the river,
Home to fisherman from near and far,
But they are not real hunters as they arrive by car!
I like the river home to all those fish,
I hope to come back as that's my wish.
(September 2008)

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The Nature Dream

By Abir, 10, MD, USA

Rays of the sun,
Shine on the lustrous trees.
Buzzing is the air,
Because of bumblebees.

The sun is shining out,
On the cities of moist grass,
Birds are soaring high,
Through clouds they pass.

Hopping are the deer,
So naive their expression seems.
Now rest my head,
Of nature I dream.
(September 2008)

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Science

By Teagan, 12, Devon, UK

Science is an extraordinary thing,
It makes us who we are,
It makes the scenery around us,
It even powers a car.

Physics is what holds up our world,
And holds us to the ground,
It's the pull and push,
It's what Archimedes found.

Biology homes the beings of this earth,
And with out it we would not be here,
It is our bones, our flesh
From a sprout of hair to a shedding of a newborn tear.

Chemistry completes our planet,
It is the squeaks and pops we cannot bear,
It is a solid, a liquid and a gas,
It is all around us, even in the air.

Bugs, planets, water, fire,
Science has an answer to it all,
For science is always there for us,
Science will catch me when I fall.
(September 2008)

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Life

By Deborah, 10, UK

Life,
What is life?
Why do we need life?
I see myself looking in the mirror every day saying, why am I alive?
I see people taking advantage of this thing called life,
Smoking taking drugs,
But I am so happy to have this thing called life today,
Life,
What is life?
Life is a special gift that no one can take control of.
(September 2008)

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Promise

By Franesa, 12, FL, USA

You promised to love me,
You promised to care,
You even promised me your life,
But after all you didn't care,
You yell and scream,
You pout and blow,
You never kept your promise,
To me I was dirt to you,
All I can say is that you promised.
(September 2008)

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My Stationery Has A Mind Of It's Own

By Samuel, 11, Gillingham, Kent, UK

My pencil is always walking on my paper,
Even though it doesn't have any feet,
It always leaves a different mark,
As it strolls along my sheet.

My pencil draws on my workbooks,
Because I have let it free,
But my teacher tells me off when she sees it,
And I say, 'But miss, it isn't me!'

But when I go to art class,
The art teacher Mrs Tall,
She says that I have a real gift,
But she doesn't know that it's not me at all!

There never seems much point,
In letting my felt tips out,
Because every time that I do,
They always seem to laze about.

I have never tried my ink pen,
For I know it will make a mess,
But perhaps I will try that now,
I know it's going to be the best!
(September 2008)

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Leaf

By Lexine, 12, L.A. County, CA, USA

The green solid plain,
Sways.
Sways in the breeze,
Cooling.
Cooling the field of a single leaf,
Silently.
Silently slows.
All is peace.
(September 2008)

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White Windmills

By Lexine, 12, L.A. County, CA, USA

White windmills,
Pure, snowy.
Yellow centers,
Warm, brilliant.
Colorful flowers,
Fragrant, plentiful.
(September 2008)

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Little Miss Cog

By Elanor , 8, Wickford, Essex, UK

Little Miss Cog,
Sat on a log,
Eating her apple crumble.
Along came someone rude,
Who stlole Miss Cog's food,
So her tummy began to rumble!
(September 2008)

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Life

By Peggy, 10, Athens WV, USA

Life is painful, life is bleak,
It leaves you lying in the street,
Falling away from those you love,
Everyday hurts, you stare at the sky above.

So you are left with bitter memories,
Up, down, all around, everywhere it hurts,
Closing doors, you wish to be inside,
Kites fly, people smile, jealousy finds you,.
Seething in the darkness, this is you.
(September 2008)

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Summer

By Sunny, 11, London, UK

The wind is hot as an exploding fire,
Swerving waters skid through refreshing reefs,
As a curving soccer sphere.
Swiftly as a rabbit, the soft, silky, smooth
sand swishes and splashes.
The blazing hot ball is a striking sun.
Picnics smell of succulent sandwiches and fresh
summer fruits.
The air is calm, the wind is cool, the humans
have arrived.
Splash, splash, splash, the glorious swimming
pools have erupted.

A spot of golf is around the corner,
Tiger Woods hits with an 8 iron and a smack,
It swerves, left to right.

The summer is at an end, the wind is back,
The end is near.
(September 2008)

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Sky

By Maggie, 13, Aurora, OR, USA

The moon in the sky ,
The sun and the light,
The sky is so bright.

The sun and the moon,
The dark and the light,
The morning and night.

The star in the sky,
The comet flying high,
The air so fresh.

The sun so hot,
The moon so very cold,
They are very different.

In the day you play,
And in the night you sleep,
You do different things.

People visit the sky,
In airplanes and rockets,
They go up so high you see.

They see some clouds,
And they all say 'Oh wow!'
It's an amazing view.

The stars and the moon,
They are the thing I like the best,
I love it so much!
(September 2008)

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A Hitter Feels The Pain

By Spencer, 13, Aurora,OR, USA

Swinging the bat I feel so blue,
The pains are now becoming me,
Hitting the ball, I feel so blue,
Oh yes the pains are now becoming me,
Black, blue, aches all over now,
Have hit me hard like the taste of defeat.

My back feels the blues,
They give them when I swing the bat,
My back feels the blues,
Oh they give them when I swing the bat,
It pops, tightens, and cracks,
The terrible ache just keeps coming back.

My arm feels the blues,
When I throw the ball,
Oh my arm feels the blues,
When I throw the ball,
The old arm cracks and pops,
It makes me feel like an old man.

Swinging the bat I feel so blue,
The pains are now becoming me,
Hitting the ball I feel so blue,
Oh yes the pains are now becoming me,
Black, blue, aches all over now,
Have hit me hard like thick defeat,
Oh yes, Oh yes it feels like thick defeat.
(September 2008)

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