by Amanda, fourth grade writer
A day at the beach is nothing like a day at home. The sound of the waves is not interrupted by the noise of the television. There is no furniture in the way of the sand castles. Beauty can be found at the beach.
A day at the beach is full of sunshine and waves. Cool ocean waves crash intro the hot, soft, sand pushing the seashells onto the shore. The laughter of children can be heard while building sand castles. The birds soar across the blue sky searching for left over picnic food. The beach is a great place to be.
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Rain Forest Poem
by Konor, fourth grade writer
Towering trees blocking the sun.
No houses, no people,
Nothing to do
Except look at the beautiful glory.
It’s every animal for
Himself out there.
Jaguars glaring from tree to tree.
The prey and predators are lurking.
Snakes are slithering, rats are quivering.
So full of wonder.
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by Faith, fifth grade writer
At the lake, when the sky darkens and the sun disappears, nobody is there to splash or jump in the water. The water sits still as if it were dead. You don’t hear or see laughing or smiles. Nobody is talking, swimming or riding in boats. Nothing is heard. If you were to make a sound, it would only be repelled. The lake looks like a black hole in the earth as fog floats over it. Nobody would want to be at a lake on a dark gloomy night.
But then, the moon seems to flip and turn into the sun, and the trees seem to part, and the sun peers through the leaves and glimmers on the lake. After it rises, people come and the jump and splash in the lake. You hear laughing and talking. Smiles sprout out from the beams of sun, making your eyes water. But whether the sun rises or sets, it still is a lake.
by Justin, fifth grade writer
My dad and I went to Mexico for summer vacation. What were we doing in Mexico? Good question. My dad would not tell me. When we pulled up to this place, I went cold. It was definitely not a mansion. It was not even a medium-sized house! We got out of the car. When we got in the house as tiny as a mouse hole, my jaw dropped immediately. There were no living plants, no lights, no clean walls or countertops and …..NO TELEVISION! I felt a tear in my eye.
The beds were made out of pure stone. The toilets….you don’t want to know. All of the nonliving plants were pure black. I finally blinked and tears came pouring out. My dad took me out on a hike to let me cool down, but it didn’t work. I suffered in that cave my dad called a house for a month.
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