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When I Got Ozzy

by CJ, Age 11

When I got Ozzy
I could see the inside of him
Afraid no longer with his family
Fear about going with us
Hiding under the car
Scared to death
When he left with me
My family
And I
I could feel him
Inside of me
His feelings
Thoughts ran through my head
Even more his
He made it back with us
Back to my grandmother’s house
When at Michigan
About an hour and a half
Away from his family
Going to another new place
In a few days
And once we made it there
He didn’t look like a puppy
Anymore
About as big as Jasper at that time
And still growing
Trying to adapt 
After already adapting 

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A Wall and a Bridge

“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 Clumsy Big Bear

by Tvisha, Age  10

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

Fate

by Sabrina, Age 11

A mote of golden pollen tickles my nose
like a firefly through cherry blossoms,
still, as if stuck in honey,
swishing left and right, like feathers,
silvered and transformed by the moon,
which hangs like a great luminous pearl
in the centre of a sky dazzled by
birthstone-blue stars, Continue reading

Splinter Wood

by Samuel, Age 13

Scratched.
Bruised.
On a branch.
Staring down.
Long way down.
Hands gripped with fear, on a so small stick,
to a so tall heap of splinters,
digging in my limbs. Continue reading

A Wild-Eyed Dream

by Sarah, Age 14

Rushing wind blowing back my hair
Whipping it around
A hurricane of possession snatching at the long strands
The crystal clear blue
surrounds in all directions;
never-ending
There is no up and down
No right way or wrong way
There’s only me
and the endless sky Continue reading

Great Black Liquid

by Leo, Age 12

It’s five or six in the morning
Sighs, yawns, and groans fill the air
Car engines are running and droning

During the morning commute
The owner returns to the car
with a mug of coffee Continue reading

Winter is Coming

Winter is coming with its early black nights
and cold white frosty mornings.

The trees stand bare and animals grow hair to
prepare for the season of cold.

Water starts to freeze, and people buckle their
knees as the weather starts to change. Continue reading

A Smile

by Benita, Age 11

It costs nothing
But means so much
It enriches those who receive it
Without impoverishing those that give it

It happens in a flash
But sometimes the memory lasts forever
A smile beautifies your face
You can win a race Continue reading