Tom Gets the Axe!

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by Levi, Age 10

Tom was a turkey. He lived a nice quiet life, on a nice quiet farm. Tom wasn’t smart, and he wasn’t dumb. But he, and all the turkeys on the farm, had a BIG problem—The Farmer! You see, the turkeys worshiped the farmer. Stupidly, they thought he was a kind loving person who loved all turkeys. The only true thing about what the turkeys thought, was that he LOVED turkey! The kind you put on a plate. Sadly, the turkeys were completely oblivious to the farmer’s secret. Continue reading →

Bats, Kites & Sara

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Bats are so interesting! In this photo, you see some fruit bats hanging upside down for a nap, with their wings wrapped around themselves like a cozy blanket. Their furry heads are sticking out the bottom with those signature pointed ears!

What is also very interesting is Sara’s poem about a bat, who not only likes to hang upside down but spend his night hours flying a kite! Take a read!

Ricky the Bat Flies a Kite

By Sara, Age 12

One cold winter in the middle of the night,
Ricky, the Bat, was flying his kite.

It flew higher and higher in the frozen winter air,
it pretended to be flying at a nighttime country fair.

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Poems by Silas

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In BAZOOF! Issue #72, Silas (Age 12) had his poem Tree published. Here are a few of his other poems to enjoy!

Desert

Your golden hills roll under the sky
And the sand glitters in the glowing light
Clouds pass and wave goodbye
The ground shining, nearly white
Then I leave, forgotten footsteps
And wander through the night

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The Slide That Isn’t So Bad

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by Aiden, Age 11

“I created this poem because at school we were told to write a poem of a childhood memory, and this is a time that I went to a water park as a kid.”

The sun is beating down
My skin feels hot
I want to get in the water right away
The slide in front of me looks like a skyscraper
It is so tempting
But so scary
As I walk up the stairs
Butterflies in my stomach
I am holding the tube
Shaking my hands off

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Clock Reads 5:06

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by Jack, Age 11

I look over to the clock, it reads 5:06
I stuff my head into the pillow
thinking about what the day may bring
I turn over, 5:10
All I hear tic toc tic toc tic toc
Every moment burns as the star rises
The day is near
Ring! Ring! Ugh… I just want to stay in bed                                                          
I have an urge, something big, huge
I can’t figure out what I’m thinking of…
I zoom through all the things that get me ready
Brush my hair and teeth, get dressed, eat breakfast
Today is the… first day of school!

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A Hidden Kindness

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by Peyton, Age 13

It is 2050 on the streets of New York City, and Mary Joe is merely walking down the broken road. Everything was just so dull. Nobody went outside to play or get the mail or even go to work. It was like there was no purpose in life—at least that’s what Jonathan made it feel like. He hated life and cared about no one but himself.

But then Mary Joe arrived. She was the beauty in everything, even in this shattered world. It was like she brought meaning into life. Everybody loved Mary Joe and they treated her as if she were their own. She was the perfect little angel and everyone knew it, even Jonathon. He disliked how she was so kind to everyone and how she wanted to recreate this wasted world.

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The Race

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by Jacob, Age 13

It was a Monday at Columbia High—home to the defending state champions in cross country from the year before. The cross country team was doing a timed two-mile for the first practice of the season, and as usual, Brady Henry was the first to finish with a time of 11:34.

“Better than my fastest time last year,” said Brady. “My fastest time last year was the last meet we had, and I ran an 11:43.”

Then Louis chimed in, “I heard that Marcus from Charleston High ran an 11:20. Apparently, he is a lot faster than before. You might have some competition this year.”

“Who cares, I have a lot more potential and can beat him at the meet,” said Brady. Continue reading →

Into the Night

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moonby Miranda, Age 13

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 →

Me as a Maple Tree

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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 →