YouTube

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by Hayden Lewis aged 9

YouTube is fun
It’s nice to see what people like to do.
I went on to my friends channel
and saw a video
Gossip girls said mean things
but I won’t get mad,
Maisy and Katelyn

Lollipop Person

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by Grace aged 9

Lollipop lady, lollipop man
helping day and night,
if she wasn’t there for you
the cars could give you a fright
Just remember your green cross code
every time you cross a road.
Red man STOP, green man GO
behind the curb should be your toe.
So just remember your green cross code
every time you cross a road

The Sunlit Sky

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by Elsie aged 12

The sky lilac on a sunlit day’s end,
the candy-floss clouds lay still,
fading into the warmth of the light,
it looked as if the sun had spilt.
a golden glow over the horizon,
the clouds like wisps of smoke,
the sun reflecting off of the sea,
making it shimmer and shine,
the sun itself was golden with a warming look,
golden twas the centre,
like pure gold.

The Day I Saw the Monster

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by Apoorva Vishwanath aged 8

The day I saw a Monster
It was dense and dark,
I was playing in the park
There came a whirling smoke
No, no, it is not a joke.

It looked like a man, and said “HAN.”
I asked what HAN? It said my name is HAN
It had a huge face but had no legs,
Instead, there was only smoke.

It was a monster, and I was very scared
But we became friends, and gladly played
After sometime it went away, but said
“I will come again to play.”

Later we played everyday
I wasn’t sacred, like  that first day.

Fried Ship

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by Trace K aged 11

Roses are red
blubbers are blue
hug your ted
is it going to be true?

I know it is hard
just tell me who is who
he is your best friend
I’m speaking about you

If you tell a lie
you won’t be happy
you are going to be die
don’t even try

Thanks for the truth
I know it was hard
this is like the confession both
now your going to write me a card

Two-Side Appreciation

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by Harshita Das aged 12

Clouds clip the light blue sky
Dark illusions clutch the ground
Golden glitter covers the trees
Lively wind is the only sound
I walk and walk; I see
A clean winding road in daylight
And a dark and dirty path
Pitch as the night

I trudge through the mud
I slip and I fall on the leaves
Branches hide the sky from view
And I feel nature looming over me

But as I reach the end; I see
The two paths join and meet
Tired and cold, I can believe
My prize is more appreciated

My Friend, Maho

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by Wang Ruoxi aged 10

My friend, Maho,
feels like life is a fashion show.
But our promise soon became a delicate flower,
so telling her a secret can feel sour.

Andrew

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by Wang Ruoxi aged 10

This person named Andrew,
His favorite color is blue.
His smile is the sunshine
That lights up the place just fine.

Soul

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by Harshita Das aged 12

They do not see how strong I am
Nor the ruthlessness in me
They only see a damsel in distress
They don’t look at my mind
For they don’t want to see what’s inside
They don’t want to see my red
My black

My soul

The Survivor

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by Harshita Das aged 12

He knew he’d die someday
Even if he won a thousand wars
Albeit kings bowed at his feet
And red washed up his shore

So he wasn’t interested in winning bets
He didn’t care for a fight
As long as losing didn’t mean dying then
He’d never show his true might

He could take his honor and eat it up
Echoes would be heard of his shattering pride
For he knew he’d always win
As long as health was on his side

He’d let his arm be cut, if he
Were the one delivering the final blow
For the stain of blood would heal
But dead for life, would be his soul

Because winning is not about not losing
It’s about surviving
If you lose, and let your arm be cut,
You might just be the one
Winning in the end