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Cate Whetzel, Poet-in-Residence
Principal: Mr. David Maring
Teachers: Ms. Sobjack
School: Pilgrim Lutheran School
Crab Lake, the Rock in the Water
a poem by Aaron L.,
Grade 5
The heavy rock, strong but small stands feet in the water trees on its back it sees the Crab, a lake so wide, the fish are older than the cones, needles and berries on the ground. Squirrels and rabbits taking breaths between bites the water never still just waiting waiting for the end of days.The ones who speak the fish the sea the sky their language is mumbled as the trees sway and show their golden glory. The sky is blue but rains a grey mumble through the earth.
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Cate Whetzel, Poet-in-Residence
Principal: Mr. David Maring
Teachers: Ms. Sobjack
School: Pilgrim Lutheran School
Dream
a poem by Aiden M.,
Grade 5
I am running in a car lot full of cars. Far as the eye can see, but one car directly in the center. As I run toward it, it seems to come to me. I jump in and the wheel feels brand new. The car lifts off the ground and sprouts wings, and I am soaring.
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Cate Whetzel, Poet-in-Residence
Principal: Mr. David Maring
Teachers: Ms. Sobjack
School: Pilgrim Lutheran School
New Kid, Old Kid
a poem by Alex D.,
Grade 5
Stay blended in for awhile. Don't try to stand out, let friends come to you. Introduce yourself calmly, figure out people before they figure out you.After you make friends, be who you are, crawl out of your shell. Test your friends to see if they're really friends. Don't pretend to be new anymore. Same town, same school, same you.
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Cate Whetzel, Poet-in-Residence
Principal: Mr. David Maring
Teachers: Ms. Sobjack
School: Pilgrim Lutheran School
My Backyard
a poem by Alissa S.,
Grade 5
To the smell of fresh air in the morning and the quiet sound outside until the deer come and eat the leftover tomatoes on my left side. The smell of dead deer on my right, the birds are playing happily until they fall. The coyotes are hunting for food just like me when I'm hungry this is my jungle this is my backyard.
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Cate Whetzel, Poet-in-Residence
Principal: Mr. David Maring
Teachers: Ms. Sobjack
School: Pilgrim Lutheran School
The Bird
a poem by Ally K.,
Grade 5
One must have a mind of fall To fly over the leafless tops of the Trees.To land on the wet ground and hear The crunch of the leaves. I fly away to return in the spring.
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Cate Whetzel, Poet-in-Residence
Principal: Mr. David Maring
Teachers: Ms. Kathy Tighe
School: Pilgrim Lutheran School
My Brother
a poem by Alyssa B.,
Grade 4
Hurry up my Mom said as we got out of bed then she came upstairs and pulled the covers and then she let my brother sleep.Then she puts all sorts of candy in my brother's lunch bag and I get a piece of chocolate and 1 jelly bean. And she does not care if I'm in the car she only cares if my brother is she could forget me at home and she wouldn't care as long as my brother is in the car.
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Cate Whetzel, Poet-in-Residence
Principal: Mr. David Maring
Teachers: Ms. Kathy Tighe
School: Pilgrim Lutheran School
The Snow Leopard
a poem by Annie B.,
Grade 4
The snow leopard is incomplete. His spots are only a fourth of what they are supposed to be. His roar only lasts a second but then stops. He is almost extinct. He is not a full circle.His friends are the big hunters on the ground. His enemy the birds in the sky. The leopard wishes he could fly and only likes the lions and tigers because they suffer from envy too.
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Cate Whetzel, Poet-in-Residence
Principal: Mr. David Maring
Teachers: Ms. Sobjack
School: Pilgrim Lutheran School
Stolen
a poem by Anthony M.,
Grade 5
My dad was riding to work after he took me to school then when Igot home my dad said that someone stole my bike I said not again Dad. I said what happened this time my dad said after I took you to school I rode to work. He said Then I locked it outside on the bike rack then when I came out it was gone. I said what are you gonny do now you're not gonny go get another one again are you. He said yes I have to if I want to get around he said.
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Cate Whetzel, Poet-in-Residence
Principal: Mr. David Maring
Teachers: Ms. Sobjack
School: Pilgrim Lutheran School
New Buffalo, the Artist and the Forest
a poem by Aris B.,
Grade 5
Before it was a sandy dune with a Boardwalk that lay on the groundbut now it's dirt and grass, more trees than ever, all overgrown. Now the way to the river was closed, with branches the Boardwalk was razed, nothing was like the Artist had planned it everything overgrown. In the forest lay mismatched sculptures some stolen and beheaded. Everything a mystery now buried old ashes form in clumps from old fires at night roaming with rodents out in the wild.
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Cate Whetzel, Poet-in-Residence
Principal: Mr. David Maring
Teachers: Ms. Sobjack
School: Pilgrim Lutheran School
Some Questions You Might Ask
a poem by Ava H.,
Grade 5
Are souls like songs, are they cold or gold, do they smell like warm butterscotch, I look around and ask, but no one knows. Is fear icy cold or is it like metal that just came out of a hot oven. I ask again but again no one knows. Are laughs like the voice of an ant or a dragon are they a certain shape like an elephant's ear? Can I feel it does it feel like needles? Will mysteries ever get solved? I ask, but again no one knows.
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