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LITERACY COTTAGE April 2012

HERE WE ARE AGAIN WITH THE 2ND ISSUE

Remember all of these stories are

written by kids like you!

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POEMSBy:  Catherine

The  Midnight  Marchers

The  wind  sung  a  lunar  songThe  stars  marched

The  owls  played  the  clarinetThe  rats  drummed  a  mellow  tuneThe  raccoons  whistled  high  pitch  

screechesThe  grasshoppers  trumpeted  as  they  hop  

alongThe  foxes  were  the  ones  who  owned  the  

8lutesThe  bats  crashed  the  cymbals

The  coyotes  mastered  the  saxophoneBut  when  they  played  together  you  

couldn’t  give  a  doubtYour  new  favorite  band  “  the  Midnight  

Marchers”  

We all have poetry inside us, and I believe that poetry is for everyone, but can we recognize it when we hear it and see it around us and in ourselves? I would like to challenge you all to be on the look out and listen for the poetry that hides all around us in the day to day things we do- Mrs. Cunningham

Tumbling Towers,Trembling Tears- a piece of historical fiction influenced by Eve Bunting and the tragedy of 9/11

By Sarah M“Honey, go clean your room,” my mom had said that day.Mom. That name now sounds strange. See, now whenever

we’re alone, I only call her mommy. She knows I’m afraid it will happen again.

So going back to the story, I did as I was told, but really, I only went upstairs. Then I turned on the TV in my parents’ room. It was 8:55. I would’ve been in school that day but I was sick, and looking back, if I knew what was going to happen that day, I would’ve pretended to be sick anyway. When I turned the TV on, it was on the only station my mom ever watched back then. She doesn’t watch any TV now.

It was Channel 5, our local New York News Station. My eyes seemed to drift towards the clock. 9:00. I would’ve been in Social Studies. As I watched the News, a bright red BREAKING NEWS sign popped up. I tried to listen, but I was so drowsy from having medicine, I could have fell asleep there and then. But then I heard the words “Twin Towers”. My head jerked up. My daddy worked there.

“Mommy!” I said in a voice I thought sounded confident. But she knew I was scared because I never called her mommy back then.

“Yes, honey? What’s wrong? Did you throw up again?” she asked.

“Come here!” I said in a whimpery voice. I sounded like a lost puppy.

She poked her head in and gasped. I snapped my head back to the TV. There were sirens, screams, and sobs.

“What happened Mommy?!” I asked frantically.Between sobs she explained to me what happened. It

scared me to see her cry, so I cried too.“Daddy was in the building that fell over. A plane got

hijacked by a foreigner and he crashed it.”, she managed to say. I was shaken by this news. I was so shocked, and at 13,

all I could do was sit there, with my mother in my arms, comforting her.

We sat in silence for a long time that day. When it wasn’t silent, my mothers sobbing and then my own joined in. I could see her closing her eyes and moving her lips sometimes. I guessed that she was praying. The words I could make out were “Jordan, please, and safe.” I’m not one of those very religious Christian girls, but I prayed too. I prayed and prayed and prayed until I felt god had gotten bored.

I went into my room that night, on September 11, 2001. I called my cousins, Ana and Nora, who lived in Massachusetts at the time. They said they had been sent home early from school and that they were praying hool kids walking home, having no idea what happened.

Then, just around 3 am, I heard a knock on the door. I drearily walked to my bedroom door and reached out.

“I’m home,” a very familiar voice remarked. “Daddy!” I screamed with joy. ”Mommy come quick,

Daddy’s home!”That is a day I will never forget, as my father called

everyone he knew, and let them hear his living voice, filled with such emotions even now i can not explain. Earlier I had drowned myself in tears, and now I discovered I could still manage to leak a couple hundred more.

Full of laughter, joy, and cheer, I thanked God, for he had not gotten bored. He had gone to help my father.

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how much i hate rhyming poems

rhyming poems are like reading which i really don’t like at all rhyming poems are like watching a football game and that is just not fun can we wait on the rhyming thing and throw the poem at a wall?

By:Olivia

Xbox RageI broke your custom controller for XboxI'm very sorryI really amI guess I'm really competitiveYou can also guess I'm really sensitiveI rage so much I'm such a gamerWhen I slammed it on your wallI felt self pityYou just really have to forgive meI shouldn't be saying thisYou have a one year warranty By: Nick

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Small  PoemsInspired  by  all  the  small  poems  and  fourteen  moreby  Valerie  Worth

A  Leaf’s  JourneyBy    Julia

A  leaf  makes  its  journeyFrom  a  maple  treeFlittering  and  ClutteringDownDownAnd  down  toThe  groundIt  then  gets  swept  in  A  whirl  of  colors

DrumsBy  Jonathan  V

Drums  sound  like  A  heartbeatWhen  you  beat  itIt  feels  like  you’re  vibrating

OrangeBy  GinaIts  neon  glowAnd  juicy  citrusInside  of  whatSeems  like  a  shell

In  a  way  The  big  onesSeem  like  mini  dodgeballsHalf  moon  shapedStringy  white

Broken  GlassBy  Sam

Broken  glassIs  in  my  handsI’m  trying  to  Cix  itBut  it  never  endsMaybe  I  can  Cix  itSomeday

Mummies AttackingBy Noah

Once upon a time there were children in a class. They were studying math. Then when the teacher said out loud “We are going to Egypt on a jet!” The kids were excited to go. In Egypt it was dark, dusty and sandy. They found lots of fires on the wall. It was very creepy in there and kids were very badly scared. But one kid said, “This is not bad.” Then it got darker and scarier so the kids ran out but the teacher said, “Go back please”. So they did but they were still scared. But then the teacher calmed the kids down and then the kids were happy. They walked to a hallway. Then they saw Mummies. It looked like they were angry because they came here. And so they wanted to get out, but they couldn’t. There were mummies EVERYWHERE!They found a way to get out. Then they got out. They went back to the school. There were mummies and zombies around the school.One kid knew it was a costume because it was Halloween. But it wasn’t a costume. The kids ran but they were trapped. Now there were zombies around the world. The world was MONSTER WORLD!!!!!!Zombies and mummies ate monster food. They took over the universe and it was called MONSTER UNIVERSE!!!!One day they stared to die. They were human. It was the world but in Heaven way up with God. They were happy again to be human but they will miss the world. The world was still monster world but it was a little different. Almost like the real world. They really wanted to go to the real world. They left everything behind even their pets and puppies. The animals went to animal heaven. More things about the story- It was a fiction book. There were masks with sticky glue.

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