Teen Writers 2007
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2008 Teen Writers ~ 2007 Teen Writers
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Summer Night
Laying here in my hammock, today, tonight- I hear peepers all around me. I hear the frogs in the neighbor's pond next door.
I see the fireflies glowing in the trees, in the air, in the grass.
I feel a cool breeze in the wind.
I feel the mosquitoes biting at my skin.
It's a summer night.
-Mary E.
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These Are My Thoughts
Expressed in black ink
Being placed between
Thin blue lines
That – to me at least – are much like
Blue veins
And my words are like blood
Coming from my eyes
To my heart
Through my wrists
And onto my finger tips
Until they flow down, down, down still
And it’s a natural transfusion
Of emotion
Running thick and fast
From my deep blue veins
To the pale papers thin ones
Barely keeping it alive
Twisted and blank with nothing on it
And I am giving my thoughts
As blood
Expressed in black ink
And
These are my thoughts.
-By Madeline W.
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A Chocolate Christmas
By Amos Brown.
It was really quite amazing, and I don’t lie a whole lot
But we came down Christmas morning and every thing was chocolate
The tree, and the wreaths, and the presents too
And all of the bows, which counted twenty-two
Well the cat was eyeing the chocolate galore
Even more than more than the fish from Ecuador
Well it’s hard thinking about what you got
When every thing you’ve been given is pure chocolate
We decided to go into the other room, to discuss what we got
Cause nobody is going to eat all that chocolate
Every one decided that they’d each get a pound
But when we came out, the cat was surprisingly round
Dodo.
By Amos brown.
I am a dodo and don’t you know know that I am really extinct
I lived on an island, then humans came and made a really big stink.
So now you should know know if you see a dodo that you should really rethink.
That any dodo that you should know know should be written in ink.
The Day
Tis day one not want miss.
Birds chirp in the wind.
Sun shine through tall oak.
River splash.
Frogs croak.
Leaves rustle.
Butterflies flutter in the meadow.
Bees buzz.
Sun set end day, twas perfect, eh?
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Dragons’ appetite.
By Amos brown.
I’m in the mood for something.
I just wonder what?
A princess, a griffin, an ogre in a hut.
I’m looking for something tasty, filling, and more.
Like a barbequed, shish kabob sprite galore.
Maybe a unicorn steak dipped in clam tar tar.
Or a giant with a side of caviar.
T’was berry
and the smelly tomatoes did gold and fish watermelon
All marshmellowy were the bananas and the melons out grape
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Turtle
By Amos Brown.
I am a turtle, oh yes I am.
I do not eat spinach, green eggs or spam.
I wonder the world with my home on my back.
And duck my head in incase of attack
‘Twas bookig, AND THE SLEVESY TOVES
DID LIRE AND BARRY IN THE GABE
ALL MIMSY WERE THE BOOK PUTERS
AND THE HOME READERS OUT CHECK.
The garden.
Beautiful, lovely, excellent flowers.
I can look at you for hours and hours.
First is the rose, most beautiful about.
So beautiful I just want to shout.
Then is the tulip, yellow and red.
They to are beautiful in the flowerbed.
Both of them grow in the dirt, sure don’t make my eyes hurt.