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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Happy Birthday
By Billie, 7, UK
Have a wonderful day, A very important celebration for a very important person. People sing happy birthday to you, People shout HIP HIP HOORAY, Yes! Your one year older.
Bob says Happy Birthday, It's your birthday today. Ripping the birthday presents open, Today you are, HAPPY BIRTHDAY! Did you get many presents? A day to remember! Yippee! What a great party! (September 2008)
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Life
By Allison, 11, Caledonia, Ont., Canada
Life is an unsolved riddle, Just hiding in the trees. Life is an unsolved riddle, That's almost clear to me. Do you understand? Do you care? That life is an unsolved riddle, That's almost clear to me. (September 2008)
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Self Confident Spell
By Imihar, 10, Brunei
Say these words:
Element of air I call upon you, Open my mind and let knowledge come through, Negative thinking go away, Positive thinking is here to stay. When you fell a wind you said: I have the power of air, And you fell a wind again you said: I am confident. (September 2008)
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Orange
By Karen , 10, Petaling Jaya, Selangor, Malaysia
Orange is the colour of the sunset in the lovely evening sky.
Orange is the colour of a clown fish that stays and stays in the coral bed, 'Swish, swish".
Orange is the colour of a fragile and beautiful butterfly that pollenates all the neighbour hood flowers.
Orange is the colour of my rubber band skipping rope that makes a 'Thump, thump' sound when it touches the ground.
Orange is the colour of a beautiful eight tentacled octopus that catches yummy fish that swims past him.
Orange is the colour of a sneaky and snoopy tiger that is always spying and hunting deers. (September 2008)
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My Potion
By Catriona, 10, Scotland
Into the potion I will put,
A pinch of dusty blackened soot, A fluffy piece of cotton wool, And water out of a swimming pool.
Next in the potion I will place,
A piece of pretty, girly lace, A pinch of dazzling fairy dust, And a few rose petals are a must!
Now in the potion I mix in,
A crocodile scale and a sharks fin, A cup of sand from the shore, A smelly old apple core.
I shake it together, And then I see, A potion that is made for me!
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I Am
By Saja, 11, London, UK
I am helpful and knowledgeable, I am happy and creative, I am crazy but smart like a genius, Like a butterfly, Like a mocking bird, Like a teacher, Like a genius in math, I am helpful and knowledgeable. (September 2008)
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I Am
By Lena, 10, CO, USA
I am electric blue, Bright and loud.
I am minivan, That loves being with family, And afraid of being empty.
I am salsa, Spicy and fun loving.
I am Tiger Lily, Exotic and unique.
I am New York, Busy, loud, and always on the go.
I am twist, That draws attention.
I am parallelogram, That doesn't have a real name.
I am shark, Vicious and bold. (September 2008)
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Angel
By Mehvish, 12, Greater Manchester, UK
Look over your shoulder, I'll always be there, A silent helping hand, A helping hand that cares.
And when you feel lonely, When your world's feeling blue, Look over your shoulder, I'm there to catch you.
I store all your tears, And wipe away the sadness, This world's breaking up, This depression madness.
But I'll be your angel, The twinkle in your eye, I'll be the arms that hold you, When it gets too much, you cry.
And when your heart is breaking, I'll be the super glue, I'll be the angel on your shoulder, The one that sticks by you. (September 2008)
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Dance
By Morgan, 11, Muirhead, South Ayrshire, Scotland
Brother come and dance with me, Hold your hands in front of me, Right foot first, left foot then, Turn around and back again.
I would dance but don't know how, When to jump or when to bow, Show me what I ought to do, So that I my dance like you.
With your feet you tap, tap, tap, With your hands you clap, clap, clap, Right foot first, left foot then, Turn around and back again.
With your feet you tap, tap, tap, With your hands you clap, clap, clap, Right foot first, left foot then, Turn around and back again.
Now I know how to dance, With my feet and with my hands, So I apologise for telling, You those little white lies. (August 2008)
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Music, Music, Music
By Kimberly/Kristen, 12, Auburn, CA, USA
Whenever I am stressed, I go to my special place, My special place goes beyond myself: It's Music, Music, Music.
I go to a room at night, Moonlight making it's way past myself, Hidden beyond the curtains, I hear my favorite music, Always, Music, Music, Music.
I rock out quietly in the darkness, Wildly, it wants me to dance, It soaks me up like a sponge underwater, Speaking to me, saying, 'This is energetic, energizing, crazy and wild!' That's what it says, Through Music, Music, Music.
I smell lasagna, flowing scents through the air -- cooking, Also, I smell green apple flavored gum being chewed by Music, Music, Music.
Why were songs going through me like a ghost? Why do I hear these songs? Whom do I see, hear, and smell all this through?
Music, Music, Music. (August 2008)
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Be Proud of Yourself
By Ethel , 13, Koforidua,Ghana
Be proud of yourself, Because you were created special, Always be proud and happy, So that you may be healthy, When people look down on you, Do not mind, Because you are special. (August 2008)
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