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`Apparition Much like the first time, You thought you saw a ghost Standing in the doorway, Looking like he knows you, But then he looks away. Excidedly, you run to the door, But trip in the thrill of the moment. Now the ghost-like figure is gone Leaving you alone once more. So you go back to your routine But all the while you watch over your shoulder Hoping to catch another glimpse Of the ghost that wasn't there. by Patrick, age 18, Wildwoos, MO, USA`	self love, self love is important to me self love, self love is the best love there can be. so if some one insults you all you need to have is your self love love to defend yourself cause as long as you have your self love nobody elses opinion matters self love self love is important to me self love self love is the best love there can be. by chelsey, age 10, pflugerville, tx, usa
A Lighthouse in the Distance A lighthouse in the distance, shining oh so bright, peircing through the darkness, with its still strong light. Guiding all the seaward crafts, through the shifting sea, carefully through the darkness, and on to safety be. Tall and steady it was built, to withstand any weather, ready to help at any time, to make the journey better. Thankful many a sailor are, to see that brilliant light, it sends its beam far and wide, to help them in their plight. Like a lighthouse is God's word, an ever present guide, to help us with our onward trek, our strength against the tide. by Katie, age 13, Vineland, New Jersery, USA	La verdad del amor Aveses, lo que sientes por alguien es imaginativo por que al tenerlo al lado por varios dias, te vas defraudando de apoco de lo que creias de verdad, al final, la unica persona que realmente te queria estava al lado, eras tu el que siempre quise, por eso, sirmpre esta ami lado. por carolina, edad 18, valparaiso, chile
¿DONDE ESTA LA PRIMAVERA? ¿Dónde están las flores? ¿Dónde están las mariposas? ¿Dónde están las abejas? ¿Dónde están los pajaritos? ¿Dónde está el sol brillante y calientito? ¿Dónde están las hojas de los árboles? ¿Dónde está la grama verde y suavecita? ¿Dónde están las niqas vestidas con trajecitos de flores? ¿Dónde están los niqos con pantalones cortos? ¿Dónde están los animales disfrutando del día calientito? ¿Dónde están las chiringas? Cuando miro afuera, lo que veo es NIEVE.....NIEVE.....NIEVE Y MAS NIEVE. por la clase de Mrs. Wylie, edades 6, Worcester, Massachusetts, USA	Through the window was I peering Into the mountains, into the clearing Mounts are anthills, trees are bushes I am pensive as the plane rushes Away from home, every minute I flew and flew in air infinite Crossing the lands, over the oceans Dripping within in sad emotions Happy & sad is the life of boarders Half the world is full of strangers Tall roofs and silent hallways Fighting tears almost always For every night, there is a morning Wake up wake up to begin the learning Days will pass and the time will come To pack the bags and fly back home by Anvita, age 12, Secunderabad, India (This poem expresses my emotion during the flight from Delhi to London to reach the boarding school that I attended for a year. I made half a dozen journeys alone to England during 2001-2002)
School Makes Me Sick Before I went to school today, I felt as if I were okay. I'm feeling fine, I'm feeling great, I wasn't absent, and wasn't late. But when we started math, I knew That I would get the Number Flu. And when we finished spelling "old", I knew I'd get the Spelling Cold. When we sat down on the Reading Rug, I knew I'd get the Story Bug. There is a solution, I am sure, That recess is this kind of cure. by Lauren, age 11, Port Jefferson Station, New York, USA	The River's a singer, Singing her song. The River's a snake Slithering along. The River's a miner, Eroding the bank. The River's an officer Leading his rank. The River's a country, Following its king. The River's a cycle, Moving in a ring. The River's born again and again The River's life will never end. by Sarah, age 13, Portsmouth, Hampshire, United Kingdom
I feel a sudden smile come apon me as I drift off into the starry sea. Am I Wasteing my time trying to soar away, and if I remain still shall I miss my opprotunity today? Sould I try to soar or should I stay aboard? I wish to shine like they do but, should I stay or should I move? by Keck, age 12, Farmers Branch TX, USA	You are the light that guides me, through the darkest paths I go, you are the oceans and all seven seas, you are the rain, the wind, and the snow. You are the rivers that make the dry damp, you tell me the right thing to do, for you are my spirit that guides me in life, your my strengths and my weaknesses too. You are the mountains that I must climb, you trust when no one believes, yet inside my heart I'll always know, that you are what my life conceives. by Laura, age 12, Manning, Iowa, USA
PLATYPUS One day, in the middle of the night I saw a fish walking in the moonlight, it had a bill like a duck, and a tail like a beaver, it was either a platypus, or i had a feaver. by Kylie, age 9, Australia	Me the Tree I stand high, I stand tall. My leaves turn colors in the fall. Leaves, nuts,and fruit are served at my cafe. Squirrels and birds come every day. My neighbors are the mountain ranges. Their shape barely changes. I create air for humans to breathe, so the human race doesn't leave. by Hannah, age 9, Ambler, Pennsylvania, U.S.A
Las mariquitas Las mariquitas tan chiquitas y con manchitas. por Angelica, edad 4, San Antonio, Texas, USA	Winter Wonders There are many of the wonders of winter, Unlike the common splinter Not all wonders are nice They might be sugar, or spice They may be what they wish Not picked like a dish So please, my friend Do like I did Enjoy winter's wonders until winter's end by Natacha, age 11, Hardinsburg, Kentucky, U.S.A.
Blackbird winters' lovely wind helps the blackbird fly along 'til he sees a branch by Ann, age 15, West Allis, Wisconsin, USA	Its unbeliveble how life can change. Just that its been darker change my soul. You see witches everywher. And on each street sorne you see a man with a gun. Your fantasy are running avay for you, and you wish it was summer. by Mari, age 12, Stord, Norway

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