My favourite time, the time is night,
The time of day, comes after light.
Things go quiet, the owls hoot,
The house is dark, to bed I scoot.
I lay in bed, the blankets warm,
My eyes are closed, my dreams now swarm.
My braid is loose, and behind my head,
I dream of stories, from books I’ve read. Continue reading
by Brieanne, Age 8
I have a very interesting life. I am a maple tree. Let me tell you all about what happens to me during the four seasons of the year.
In spring I get a little warm, but it’s mostly cold. I get some green leaves and some brown and gold. Birds start to build their nests in me! It tickles!
In the next season called summer, it gets really warm. Hot! My leaves are totally green, not one brown or gold. But little buds grow on my branches, it hurts a little but I’m glad I’m growing! Continue reading
“I choose to write “Love is a Wall and a Bridge” because I believe that love is lots of things. Some good and some not so good, and I just wanted to portray that in a poem.” by Peyton, Age 11 Continue reading
Mr Big Bear was a clumsy old fellow
Everything slipped out of his hands like jello
Plates, Bowls, Silverware too
All slip out, and everyone knew
Because with a crash and a bash and a smash Continue reading
The leaves are falling in Bloomsbury and Paras and Ruel are waiting for you to spend some time with them in the neighbourhood! In the library, you can read short stories including, “Adventures of Sir Raspberry” by Cooper, Age 12. Plus a spy story called Ruby Rosette written by Arushi, Age 12. Congratulations to these two youth writers! Continue reading
It was a beautiful fall morning, eight days into October, and Curtis was turning 10. His mother had planned a party with all his school friends at their place that afternoon. Curtis lived with his mom and dad in a townhouse complex that lied between the outskirts of their small town and its surrounding forest.
Usually it was cooling down this time of year, but that day the sun was shining after a few long rainy days. Even though the air was brisk, Curtis wanted to go outside and do something. He thought it would be fun to go out with Derek for a bike ride before the rest of his friends came for the party.
Derek, Curtis’ best friend, lived right next door. They had almost everything in common, even their size, except Derek was two years older. Derek lived with his mom and was good about helping her out as much as he could. But even so, he was always game for getting out of the house for a little break when she was doing her housework. She’s the kind of mom who likes to put headphones on and sing loudly out of tune while she works! Before the boys left for their ride, she leaned over, rustled Derek’s hair and said, “Have fun boys!” The boys found their shoes then sat on the steps to put them on. Continue reading
Eliza Maxwell leaped off the bus and dashed to her house. “I’m home!” she announced, slamming the door behind her and tossing her backpack onto a window-seat.
Eliza’s older brother, Jacob, stepped into the room, his hands greasy. Jacob was studying to be a car mechanic, and practiced on the family van whenever he could. “Hey, Liz!” he called.
Eliza’s younger brother, Sammie, and the family dog, Squash, bounded in together—Squash’s nails clicking on the tile floor. “Hey Liz!” yelled Sammie. Squash barked excitedly. Eliza leaned down to pet him.
“We’re having a class party!” She took off her shoes and flopped down at the kitchen table. “My teacher says we all have to bring something to do or eat, but I can’t think of anything to bring!”
Jacob shrugged. “Well, you could bake those strawberry cupcakes Mom made for your birthday last year.”
Eliza gasped. “That’s perfect! Will you help me?” Continue reading
Check these drawings out that Jayd, Liam and Avery sent to B! Thanks for sharing! To read ideas of drawings you can do, see below.
A Grade 5/6 class from Glacier View Elementary spent an afternoon visiting Trent River. They took their water color supplies and writing books and worked in silence as the water gurgled past them. It was a warm October day with the deep blue skies behind the brilliance of golden maple leaves and dark green firs. As their teacher describes it, they were learning to love nature.