Refugees

By Latoya, 11, London, UK

Red for war and blood
Eager to escape the bombs
Fearful people hiding in the mud
Unavoidable soldiers with guns
Gadgets hidden
Emitting bombs
Enforcing pain on then
Scared moms

This week was refugee week in my school. So please think of refugees when you are acting like a spoilt brat please? It makes me sad to think of all that war but it helps to stop us being brats!
(July 2007)

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No Cinderella

By Caitlin, 12, OH , USA

No perfect angel
I'm no Cinderella
I don't need a prince
To come and save me
From the darkest tower,
From my evil stepmother
You see I can do it on
My own.

I'm no princess in distress
No way in a fancy dress
Queen Bee is the closest
To a princess as I'll get
There is no regrets

Maybe Someday
There will be a Prince
To sweep me away
But not today

I'm gonna be a princess
No matter what anyone says
There's a prince
Coming my way
Someday
Show these girls
That this is my world

I'm not still no Cinderella
Looking for my fella
Just a normal girl
In a fantasy world
(July 2007)

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Teddy Bears at Picnic

By Lexine, 11, Temple City, LA County, CA, USA

Bears smiling, grinning, laughing, cheering,
Drinking, eating, cooking,
Spreading, buttering,
Teddy bears at picnic.

Bears jumping, playing, romping, chasing,
Tossing, throwing, pitching,
Running, jogging,
Teddy bears at picnic.

Bears chatting, talking, discussing, conversing,
Knitting, sewing, embroidering,
Watching, staring,
Teddy bears at picnic.

Bears cleaning, washing, dusting, scrubbing,
Placing, returning, putting,
Gathering, assembling,
Leaving.

June 2007

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My Daydream

By Lozza, Over 10, NSW, Australia

Granules of a golden flat array,
Glitter as the sun
Gently warms them.

The deep blue body sways,
Sometimes gentle,
Sending peaceful ripples to the shore.

And other times turbulent,
A watery monster,
Swallowing swimmers into gaping jaws.

All of this I daydream,
Gazing out of the window,
Thinking of that beach far, far, away.

I'd better get back to work.

June 2007

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Other side of me

By Jada, 12, Fort Bragg, NC, USA

Dark skin
Brown eyes
That's all you see
But there is something else
On the other side of me
I go through a struggle
Which you do not see
I go through a struggle
that should not be happening to me
but what do you see
all you see is the
brown eyes
and dark skin
that is all over me.
(June 2007)

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Our Jabberwocky

By Year 5/6, 9-11, Stamford, Lincolnshire, UK

It was misty, and the slimy trees
Did sway and rustle in the wind:
All gloomy where the forest grows,
And the groaning rats were outraged.

"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Dodo bird, and shun
The furious Badger's patch!"

He took his deadly sword in hand:
Long time the evil foe he sought --
So rested he by the sticky Gum tree,
Where he stood for awhile to think.

And, as in puzzled thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of death,
Came charging through the dense wood,
And demolished as it came!

One, two! One, two! And through and through
The deadly blade went whoosh and smash!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went staggering back.

"And, have you defeated the mighty Jabberwock?
Come to me, my courageous boy!
O glorious day! Wohoo! Wohay!'
He celebrated in his amazement.

`It was misty, and the slimy trees
Did sway and rustle in the wind:
All gloomy where the forest grows,
And the groaning rats were outraged.
(June 2007)

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One Life.

By Samantha, 12, Port Macquarie, Australia

Laughing out your heart doesn't mean your strong.
Living your dream every day every night.
Means something has gone wrong.
Live a life thats good and true.
A lot of people will believe in you.
Listen to your heart nice and slow.
Then You'll see the stars glow.
Listen young child when your being told.
The wisdom of someone that is not old.
You can be funny you can be kind.
But you can be awful and unkind.
Remember to be strong and try to live your whole life.
Because you only live on this earth once.
(June 2007)

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Flying

By Becky, 11, London, UK

I can fly
Way up high
In the sky
Far away
Day after day
And no one can stop me
From not coming back

I can fly past Mars
I can fly past stars
I can fly past the moon
I'll be back soon
I can fly past the sun
And when I'm done
I'll come back to you

Over fields I go
And you'll never know
Just where I'll turn up next

Over land and sea
I can be
A bird, kite or aeroplane
For I can fly

Theres not a place
In the universe
That I can't reach
For I can fly
Way up high
In the sky
When I do fly
(June 2007)

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Can You Imagine?

By Miranda, 13, London, Ont., Canada

Can you imagine having cancer?
Can you imagine basically living in the hospital?
Can you imagine having no one by your side at any time of the day or night?
Can you imagine not being able to go to school?
Can you imagine that some days you can barely even stand up?
Can you imagine having needles stuck in your chest or back for hours, or even days?
Can you imagine not knowing if you're going to wake up in the morning?
Can you imagine having no friends that cared about your condition?
Can you imagine seeing people cry for the first time as soon as they step into a room you're in?
Can you imagine calling a nurse for a glass of water but she runs in thinking you're dying?
Can you imagine having to go to the ER every time you sneeze, or cough?
Can you imagine barfing up blood?
Can you imagine not getting anything for your birthday because the medical bills were so high?
Can you imagine your parents losing their house because of the treatment your cancer requires?
Can you imagine wishing to not have cancer for at least an hour?
Can you imagine......my reality?
(June 2007)

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Winds

By Shehrooz, 8, Dhaka, Bangladesh

When wind blows over trees,
the leaves come chasing chasing.
When wind blows over desert,
the sands come racing racing.
(June 2007)

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Tyfany

By Tyfany, 11, Woodstock, Ontario, Canada

T errific

Y ells a lot

F unny

A lways smiling

N ot always happy

Y elling makes my mouth hurt.
(June 2007)

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