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Mirror

2 November 18, 2017

by Harshita Das aged 11

Mirrors are harsh
Sometimes cruel
They are hard to face
Even for the strongest
For it’s easy to point out faults
But hard to face them
You find someone you don’t like
Inside you realize
You have a resemblance
But you deny it
You know that people talk about you
Behind your back
But you deny it
For you refuse to look at a mirror
A mirror reflecting your decisions
Your faults
But I have learnt
That to defeat a mirror
You have to face it
Face your every fault
Every mistake, everything you did
They were in the past
You are a new person now
For you try to improve
Instead of blaming
Or pointing out others’
You see your own
And you face them
You face your mirror

Fun!

0 November 18, 2017

by Dane aged 7

I play on the swings
until I’ve had fun
I play on the slide
until I’ve had fun
I play at home with my brother
but what does my big brother play?
He plays football all day

Mum, Please!

0 November 18, 2017

by Dane aged 7

Mum, when are we going to the zoo?
Mum, when are we?
Let me think.
Mum, but just tell me, mum
Mum, when is it Christmas?
Mum! When is it my birthday?
Mum, when do I go to my friend’s house?
Mum!

Toys

1 November 18, 2017

by Noah aged 7

Mum, do you have any money?
Why?
Because I want a pizza.
Dad, do you have any money?
Why?
Because I want a pizza,
some sweeties and toys.
No!

Kirby

0 November 17, 2017

by Jackson Henningsgard

The poodle down the street is my bae.
I try to see her every day.
I rise from bed and bark at the door.
My mom says, “C’mon it’s only four.”
I run outside to find that it’s dark.
I turn back to the door and I just start to bark.
I have a stripe down the middle, makes me look like a skunk.
I kind of wish I had a little doggy bed bunk.
I am and old pupper, I cannot hear.
I still like to scare those pesky, big deer.
I am 16, my whiskers are gray.
I still enjoy cuddles, every day.
I love small strokes, on my nice curly tail.
My price tag read, “50 bucks. On sale!”
I fall asleep, in my small red bed.
I wake to a flatted, side of my head.
I have a blue shock collar, it is a new thing.
If I wander too far, I get a small zing.
I do not have thumbs, it is kind of sad.
But I never do hear “Bad Dog, Bad.”
I do remember Jackson, as just a small tot.
My humans are everything, I love them a lot.

Planes

4 November 17, 2017

by Jacob H. aged 8

Mum, when is it time to go on holiday?
Why?
Because I want to go on holiday on a plane.
I love planes.
Dad, when is it my birthday?
Why?
Because I want a toy plane.
Mum, when is it Christmas?
Why?
I do not have a clue.