<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387710960550776841</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:09:28.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Small Fish In A Big Pond</title><subtitle type='html'>An Anthology of Creative Writing by Students of Henkle Middle School</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://henkleanthology.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387710960550776841/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://henkleanthology.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Project Open Door</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UOOimvj5cMs/ShHukG_id0I/AAAAAAAAAGo/kXdLFiqbo-w/S220/HenkleMS.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387710960550776841.post-2027698827058529854</id><published>2009-05-19T16:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T16:54:16.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Jablonski’s 5th/ 6th Grade Class</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Banana bread&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello there banana bread;&lt;br /&gt;When I first saw you on the kitchen counter,&lt;br /&gt;I knew I was in love!&lt;br /&gt;When I tasted you&lt;br /&gt;It was like heaven!&lt;br /&gt;If I could,&lt;br /&gt;I would love to taste you again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-By Ashley Ballard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Salmon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the salmon.&lt;br /&gt;I am as silver and as sleek as the moon.&lt;br /&gt;I am like the survivor of millions.&lt;br /&gt;I am as fast as the minnow in the creek.&lt;br /&gt;I am the salmon.&lt;br /&gt;I light the river like the sun lights the sky.&lt;br /&gt;I can swim the earth and back again.&lt;br /&gt;I am the salmon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-By Megan Hanks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lazy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was so good at playing the guitar that the strings started burning into flames and his fingers too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t do my homework because…..&lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t find a pencil, I ran out of paper, my pen ran out of ink, my computer broke, I was busy playing videogames, the Governor excused me from doing it, I was helping my mom do the dishes, I was on a secret mission for the FBI, I had a sudden case of memory loss and most of all, I felt it wasn’t challenging enough!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-By Deven Jacobs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Tired Farmer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The raccoon was so fat it got stuck in the farmers cookie jar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fox was so mad that the raccoon got stuck. He went and asked for help from the farmer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The farmer was so tired that he helped the raccoon out of the cookie jar and put the raccoon in bed with the farmer’s son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the raccoon and the son woke up, they were so scared that the raccoon pinched himself and the fox ran off with the cookie jar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-By Jacob Ewers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Old Town&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to love when the sun rose from the tall Mountain View in the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I wake up in the morning I can smell the Fresh crisp sent coming from my window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the night sky I can see the brightness from the Gleaming stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I walk by the bakery, I can just taste the Muffins cooking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I go see the creek above my house I can hear The running stream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-By John Lompa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Foot Steps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to love sitting in the front steps on a nice summer evening, looking to the east down the gorge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would look at the flowers that had the hummingbirds sucking the nectar from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to love the sound of logs being dropped at the lumber mill.&lt;br /&gt;BOOM!&lt;br /&gt;BOOM!&lt;br /&gt;BOOM!&lt;br /&gt;And occasionally a train would whistle.&lt;br /&gt;TOOT!&lt;br /&gt;TOOT!&lt;br /&gt;TOOT!&lt;br /&gt;Getting further in the distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to love, I used to love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to love swinging in the backyard and listening to Jose’s nice steady rhythmic beat on the drums,&lt;br /&gt;Tagee Ta, Tagee Ta,&lt;br /&gt;Or Craig bashing away&lt;br /&gt;Boom Ta, Boom Ta Ta, Boom Sh Ta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to love, I used to love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to love walking around acting like I was the star of a movie, making up the plot as I went along, and getting quiet as people walked by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to love, I used to love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-By Juliet Knowles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sisters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what happened today…&lt;br /&gt;I bit my tongue&lt;br /&gt;I saw a friend in May&lt;br /&gt;Man my sisters are annoying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bit my tongue&lt;br /&gt;I skated today&lt;br /&gt;My sisters are annoying&lt;br /&gt;They sleep all day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I skated today&lt;br /&gt;I picked on them all day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-By Matt Kreiter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My House&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to love to play tag and baseball with my family. It was always so fun. Sometimes, we do still.&lt;br /&gt;When I played by myself, I would play house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were a lot of animals by my house, like dogs, cats and even bunnies, and boy were they mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when there were flowers in the yard, you could smell them from far away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my mom would make dinner and I could smell it from my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-By Mallory Doty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Baking cookies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At grandmas house about eight years ago is where I learned to bake cookies.&lt;br /&gt;“Hey grandma can I help you bake cookies?”&lt;br /&gt;“Sure you can, I will teach you.”&lt;br /&gt;She sat me on the counter and gave me a bowl. She put all the ingredients in the bowl, Gave me a spoon and told me to stir. I stirred it all up and she let me eat the left over’s on the spoon. I dropped little drops of cookie dough on a cooking pan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-By Ashley Gross&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Love Grew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started when I lived in Hawaii. Oh, by the way I’m Austin. I have long blonde hair, green eyes. I’m in shape and tall. So where was I? Oh ya, I was on my way to Mlama market, while I was walking there I bumped into a beautiful girl named Brenna Bowin. She was sweet and funny, I gave her my number. That night I was texting her and then I got the guts to ask her to dinner, she said yes. The next day we went to a really fancy restaurant. On the way I ran into my ex, we said hello, then she tried to kiss me. Brenna started walking away, I ran to get her and started talking to her, and she gave me a nice kiss. We actually dated for six years. We got married and had a pretty little girl named Hannah. We lived happily ever after. It was every thing I could dream for, a life well spent!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-By Austin Flemming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;untitled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day I was in Madrid Colima, Mexico, and my cousin and I were eating some coconuts under a palm tree, but we were bored, even though the coconuts were delicious and the whole garden smelled so good that I felt like I was on a tropical island. We were a little bored, suddenly I heard a voice and it sounded like my dad’s and it was my dad. After that he got into the truck and called us and asked us if we wanted to come with him, so we did and suddenly we saw that the place we were going was where my dad’s friends were hunting iguanas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-By Chava&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That Tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That tree in our backyard.&lt;br /&gt;It swayed in the wind, but still stayed strong.&lt;br /&gt;The bark felt as though someone had cut away years Of growing in some places.&lt;br /&gt;The birds loved the berries on that tree.&lt;br /&gt;Again and again, I looked for fairies in that nook Where the branches met.&lt;br /&gt;I sat under that tree and the sun came in dappled Patches through the leaves.&lt;br /&gt;Birds loved the berries on that tree&lt;br /&gt;The tree in our back yard was big, huge even.&lt;br /&gt;As huge as trees could seem when you were four.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-By Emily Wanner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Steak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear steak,&lt;br /&gt;You are the juiciest babes I’ve ever seen. I like it when you wear marinade with cilantro, I like that…. One bite of you and the world slows down. Love hits me like a baseball to the face, and I feel like I can’t love you more. You look almost as spicy as baby back ribs… WHOOPS... I mean spicier. If I could I would love to have you for dinner tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love Ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One Summer Day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One hot summer day my family was going to a lake that was behind our house. My mom and I were the last ones to go. We walked all the way there. When we got on our boat we went all the way to the middle of the lake. My mom jumped into the water. She was telling me to jump, I was too scared. Then I got the feeling that I could do it so I jumped in. There was a big splash. I felt proud of myself at that moment. After that I started swimming around the boat. It was time to go home so I got back on the boat. When we got home I fell asleep very proud of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-By Jocelyn Estrada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pizza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey baby,&lt;br /&gt;I love your sauce and your pepperoni too.&lt;br /&gt;I love your cheesy self,&lt;br /&gt;And especially your stuffed crust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-By Juan Sahagun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Double Fudge&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear: double fudge brownie you are as yummy as yummy could be. You are the darkest brown in the world. You taste so milky and creamy and well duh you taste like …&lt;br /&gt;CHOCOLATE!&lt;br /&gt;I would be delighted to….&lt;br /&gt;EAT YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-By Mailisa Rose Macnally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Starting What You Can’t Finish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rick was walking down the street to his Ferrari back from the market. As he got in the car he thought what should I do next? When he passed the music store he stopped and parked. When he walked into the store he saw a Gibson 1959 Les Paul on sale for $4,000 (after all he was a billionaire).&lt;br /&gt;When he got back to his mansion, the first thing that he saw when he opened the front door was his girlfriend Carly sitting on the couch playing the guitar. They were in a band together. He was the lead guitar player and she was the rhythm guitar player.&lt;br /&gt;That night for dinner they had Baby Back Ribs. Then, in the morning he went into his bank vault and saw that his 70 million dollars were gone. When he looked closer he found a note that said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Rick,&lt;br /&gt;If you give us your girlfriend,&lt;br /&gt;Your money will be returned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Get in the car Carly, we have some business to take care of,” said Rick in a strait voice.&lt;br /&gt;“Where are we going?” she replied.&lt;br /&gt;“You’ll see,” he said sternly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-By Ford Huntington&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Ice Cream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear ice cream,&lt;br /&gt;I would like to start by saying,&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU!&lt;br /&gt;Your triple-fudge brownie scoops are like&lt;br /&gt;Honey dipped in sugar.&lt;br /&gt;Your vanilla is sweet and slow.&lt;br /&gt;The sprinkles you add just for me outmatch any Rainbow.&lt;br /&gt;I would love to eat you!&lt;br /&gt;How about this Friday night?&lt;br /&gt;And bring your whipped cream too.&lt;br /&gt;-By Maks Moses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;L.O.V.E.D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to love when me and my best friend, John Paul went to pick me up at my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school I and he would go to the wedding site. We would play cars all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so cool when I would hear the coyotes cry. I and he would play everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We would be best friends forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-By Marcos Benitez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The New House&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where I come from is Seattle,&lt;br /&gt;The sun came from the west.&lt;br /&gt;I had a sucker fish,&lt;br /&gt;A gold fish and other small fish.&lt;br /&gt;We had a tire swing in our front yard,&lt;br /&gt;It was grassy.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t play with other kids that much,&lt;br /&gt;I just sit alone.&lt;br /&gt;But,&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes play with my brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-By Sean W.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387710960550776841-2027698827058529854?l=henkleanthology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://henkleanthology.blogspot.com/feeds/2027698827058529854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://henkleanthology.blogspot.com/2009/05/mr-jablonskis-5th-6th-grade-class.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387710960550776841/posts/default/2027698827058529854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387710960550776841/posts/default/2027698827058529854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://henkleanthology.blogspot.com/2009/05/mr-jablonskis-5th-6th-grade-class.html' title='Mr. Jablonski’s 5th/ 6th Grade Class'/><author><name>Project Open Door</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UOOimvj5cMs/ShHukG_id0I/AAAAAAAAAGo/kXdLFiqbo-w/S220/HenkleMS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387710960550776841.post-6750445071139011989</id><published>2009-05-18T16:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T16:59:59.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mrs. Ortega’s 5th Grade Class</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Dad taught me how&lt;br /&gt;to work on an engine, and&lt;br /&gt;how to smell nitro&lt;br /&gt;through my nose.&lt;br /&gt;I can hear my Dad&lt;br /&gt;going 212 m.p.h. down&lt;br /&gt;the track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Riley Miller&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Dad and I were driving all the way to Bend.&lt;br /&gt;For the one-millionth time I ask, “Are we there yet?”&lt;br /&gt;Dad says, “No.”&lt;br /&gt;Get there, set up.&lt;br /&gt;I start climbing. I hear my Dad calling,&lt;br /&gt;“Reach for the hold on the left.”&lt;br /&gt;I climb and climb and climb.&lt;br /&gt;I felt the blood rushing down my knee.&lt;br /&gt;Smell the slight scent of dirt and mossy rocks.&lt;br /&gt;I remember when we went shopping for a harness, I tried on lots.&lt;br /&gt;For shoes, they fit just right.&lt;br /&gt;Remember him teaching me to tie the safety knot.&lt;br /&gt;I saw the hard rocks, slightly damp.&lt;br /&gt;I taste the dirt blowing around.&lt;br /&gt;I reach the top and ask how far down I am.&lt;br /&gt;My Dad replies, “50 feet.” I look down and&lt;br /&gt;feel sort of sick. I get levered down.&lt;br /&gt;I feel wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;“I climbed 50 feet!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Kyzlen Stein&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Death&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candy lawn secrets Harry knew&lt;br /&gt;Christmas forever&lt;br /&gt;magic wands&lt;br /&gt;chamber blood&lt;br /&gt;hundred hears dead&lt;br /&gt;scraped to kill&lt;br /&gt;dragon dogs&lt;br /&gt;to get&lt;br /&gt;the&lt;br /&gt;elixir of life&lt;br /&gt;to be free&lt;br /&gt;from the&lt;br /&gt;clutches&lt;br /&gt;of death&lt;br /&gt;death&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;more&lt;br /&gt;(but maybe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Skylar Barbour-Harrell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Homework Problem&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is homework so hard?&lt;br /&gt;With math problems&lt;br /&gt;Can you define leotard?&lt;br /&gt;NO more math problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With math problems&lt;br /&gt;Can you define leotard?&lt;br /&gt;NO more math problems.&lt;br /&gt;Why is homework so hard?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you define leotard?&lt;br /&gt;NO more math problems.&lt;br /&gt;Why is homework so hard?&lt;br /&gt;OH! NO! More math problems!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO more math problems!&lt;br /&gt;Oooooooh! Nooooooo! More math problems!&lt;br /&gt;Why is homework so hard?&lt;br /&gt;Finally! It’s done. YES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Douglas Franklin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Bullet Hole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(Found in Canyons by Gary Paulsen)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A soft nudge&lt;br /&gt;A command&lt;br /&gt;Maybe a request&lt;br /&gt;No it’s a thought&lt;br /&gt;I picked up the skull again&lt;br /&gt;Very old maybe as big&lt;br /&gt;As a backpack&lt;br /&gt;No lower jaw&lt;br /&gt;Filled with dirt&lt;br /&gt;And small rocks&lt;br /&gt;Eye sockets&lt;br /&gt;Nose holes&lt;br /&gt;Upper teeth&lt;br /&gt;Back of skull MISSING&lt;br /&gt;But something is wrong-&lt;br /&gt;Round&lt;br /&gt;Hole in front&lt;br /&gt;Above eyes&lt;br /&gt;Size of index&lt;br /&gt;Finger&lt;br /&gt;A BULLET HOLE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Sarah Iobst&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is fun to play with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is clean and clear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And like the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Luis Romero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to Wildlife&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dropping leaves disappeared, smashed.&lt;br /&gt;Vigorous swamps swam with life.&lt;br /&gt;I saw.&lt;br /&gt;Listening to wildlife.&lt;br /&gt;Animals? Crazy.&lt;br /&gt;SURPRISE!&lt;br /&gt;Squirrels disappeared.&lt;br /&gt;Smelled.&lt;br /&gt;Saw.&lt;br /&gt;Listened.&lt;br /&gt;Climbing animals.&lt;br /&gt;I was going crazy.&lt;br /&gt;No, it was beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Maria Yaquelin Calderilla L.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Captain Field Day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Found in Junie B. Jones by Barbara Park)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran fast as a rabbit.&lt;br /&gt;Faster,&lt;br /&gt;Faster,&lt;br /&gt;Faster.&lt;br /&gt;OH NO!&lt;br /&gt;MY SHOE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High in the air it went.&lt;br /&gt;I run after it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids shouted,&lt;br /&gt;SSTTOOPP!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go, William, Go!&lt;br /&gt;NOOOOO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They won!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Yulissa Huila-Carabantes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Image&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Found in Heartbeat by Sharon Creech)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lie back&lt;br /&gt;With white paper&lt;br /&gt;Thick, white, smooth paper&lt;br /&gt;And draw Grandpa's face from my mind&lt;br /&gt;His profile&lt;br /&gt;Wide, unruly nose&lt;br /&gt;Noble down-turned mouth&lt;br /&gt;Brown spot on chin&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa's image fades into colored pencils,&lt;br /&gt;charcoal pencils&lt;br /&gt;Drawings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Maya Rockwell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Hunting Animal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A rattling noise&lt;br /&gt;came from&lt;br /&gt;the forest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone, something THINKING&lt;br /&gt;of a COMMAND, or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A&lt;br /&gt;REQUEST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or something in&lt;br /&gt;the MOONLIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of a sudden out of nowhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOOOMMMM!!!&lt;br /&gt;A loud noise came&lt;br /&gt;From a HUGE ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Desiray Almaraz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Holes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Found in Canyons by Gary Paulsen)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A rattling&lt;br /&gt;Skull roughly&lt;br /&gt;Fell into a gaping hole&lt;br /&gt;Sand roughly&lt;br /&gt;Fell into&lt;br /&gt;Small eye sockets&lt;br /&gt;From a bullet hole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It filled&lt;br /&gt;With old dirt&lt;br /&gt;From a hole&lt;br /&gt;in front of the hole!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Hayden Rogers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One Day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day quite a while ago I decided I wanted to play trumpet, so I joined band. But the easiest part wasn't easy at all.&lt;br /&gt;So I asked my Dad to show me how to hold it, and he showed me.&lt;br /&gt;"Your hand goes here," he said. I could see the case's velvet, soft like silk.&lt;br /&gt;"Like this?" I said.&lt;br /&gt;"Almost, your thumb goes here."&lt;br /&gt;"So here?"&lt;br /&gt;"There. Now, pinky here."&lt;br /&gt;"Like so?"&lt;br /&gt;"Good."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Matt Armstrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Scary Blob&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob the scary blob&lt;br /&gt;bites at your feet&lt;br /&gt;one eyed freak&lt;br /&gt;will kill a mouse like a hungry cat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bites at your feet&lt;br /&gt;crazy and always jumping&lt;br /&gt;will kill a mouse like a hungry cat&lt;br /&gt;takes many different forms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy and always jumping&lt;br /&gt;he'll take your dog&lt;br /&gt;takes many different forms&lt;br /&gt;loves tricking people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He'll deceive you in human form&lt;br /&gt;one eyed freak&lt;br /&gt;loves fooling fools&lt;br /&gt;Bob the scary blob&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Kally Wenz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blueberries&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could smell blueberries. A kid&lt;br /&gt;named Noah and I were walking&lt;br /&gt;behind the blueberries. There was&lt;br /&gt;also thorns. Noah fell and got some&lt;br /&gt;thorns in his gut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By David Crowder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The game is today&lt;br /&gt;we stretch and run&lt;br /&gt;dribble and jog&lt;br /&gt;hope to win&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stretch and run&lt;br /&gt;yelling a team cheer&lt;br /&gt;hope to win&lt;br /&gt;run out on the field&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yelling a team cheer&lt;br /&gt;I kick off the ball&lt;br /&gt;run out on the field&lt;br /&gt;passing and dribbling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kick off the ball&lt;br /&gt;we run in formation&lt;br /&gt;passing and dribbling&lt;br /&gt;it soars into the net&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We run in formation&lt;br /&gt;laughing joyfully&lt;br /&gt;it soars into the net&lt;br /&gt;we've made a goal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laughing joyfully&lt;br /&gt;dribble and jog&lt;br /&gt;it soars into the net&lt;br /&gt;the game is today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Abby Dennis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beauty&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Found in Beauty, by Bill Wallace)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Go run her”&lt;br /&gt;“Take her out”&lt;br /&gt;South pasture&lt;br /&gt;There’s cow trails&lt;br /&gt;Flat grounds&lt;br /&gt;Canyons and&lt;br /&gt;Farms.&lt;br /&gt;She is slow&lt;br /&gt;Old,&lt;br /&gt;Bad balanced,&lt;br /&gt;Fun and&lt;br /&gt;BIG!&lt;br /&gt;Dark blonde mane flapping&lt;br /&gt;In the air.&lt;br /&gt;Hoof&lt;br /&gt;Flipped&lt;br /&gt;Dirt clod in&lt;br /&gt;Pond.&lt;br /&gt;Frogs&lt;br /&gt;Go&lt;br /&gt;Plop.&lt;br /&gt;Ready to ride?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Sarah Iobst&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Homework&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a homework sheet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am as boring as a not funny comedian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am like a shark ready to devour you as soon as you fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the dreaded homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I make you cry at the sight of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could rule the world with my boringness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I…..am……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOMEWORK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Ethan Brunton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grease Monkey&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a grease monkey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so slippery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slip and slide wherever I go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can squeeze through any hole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have my one song- Grease Monkey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I make grease roads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a grease monkey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Felix Heredia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In the Summer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the summer there was a huge brown and white dog that would lick me up when thistles stuck to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It felt like nettles poking me one at a time, while I looked, pointed and laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around my house it smelled like water only because I lived by the river. Lots of tragic things happen there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got bored I put my dog in the backyard or I played catch. He ran like a speedy bullet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right behind the train tracks most people died! I thought it was a death trap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mostly hid near the house in the dead grass that was yellow and smelled like water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Celia Hernandez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Golden Brown Bread&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early in the morning the witch was making bread. The witch wanted to look in&lt;br /&gt;to check if it was golden brown.&lt;br /&gt;So the witch stuck her head in&lt;br /&gt;and Gretel pushed the witch in.&lt;br /&gt;The witch was burned to ashes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Miguel Lemmon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Crazy Cat&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A crazy cat can be black.&lt;br /&gt;My friend has a black cat.&lt;br /&gt;The black cat gets crazy on Friday the 13th.&lt;br /&gt;The black cat spilt salt on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend has a black cat.&lt;br /&gt;The cat gets mad when night is over.&lt;br /&gt;The black cat spilt some salt on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;The cat is wild and mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cat gets mad when night is over.&lt;br /&gt;The cat comes from the dark.&lt;br /&gt;The cat has 9 lives but this cat has 1.&lt;br /&gt;The cat is wild and mean.&lt;br /&gt;1 thing, that cat is old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cat can party so much.&lt;br /&gt;The cat gets crazy at night.&lt;br /&gt;The cat gets ran over by a car.&lt;br /&gt;A crazy cat can be black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Jose Salguero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My First Time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandpa taught me how to ride a horse.&lt;br /&gt;I smelled the horse drooling.&lt;br /&gt;I felt fur rubbing on my hands.&lt;br /&gt;I heard the horse running.&lt;br /&gt;I tasted dirt every time I fell off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Nick Ingram&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hidden Predator&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stalking his prey&lt;br /&gt;Eyes sharp as needles&lt;br /&gt;Staring straight.&lt;br /&gt;Locked on his target.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eyes sharp as needles&lt;br /&gt;Following his prey.&lt;br /&gt;Through the bushes,&lt;br /&gt;Smelling the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following his prey&lt;br /&gt;Fast like lightning&lt;br /&gt;Smelling the air.&lt;br /&gt;Creeping slow though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast like lightning&lt;br /&gt;With the prey not knowing&lt;br /&gt;Creeping slowly though.&lt;br /&gt;Following his prey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Austin Erwin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Backyard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My backyard&lt;br /&gt;Fenced and shaded with trees&lt;br /&gt;Bike riding around the block&lt;br /&gt;No bullies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My backyard&lt;br /&gt;Fenced and shaded with trees&lt;br /&gt;Running cats and dogs&lt;br /&gt;No crazy holidays&lt;br /&gt;Many birds in the sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My backyard&lt;br /&gt;Fenced and shaded with trees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Kamryn Ruthardt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Cold Winter’s Night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a cold, cold day&lt;br /&gt;Many things were on my mind&lt;br /&gt;All those animals out there stray&lt;br /&gt;Few people being kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many things were on my mind&lt;br /&gt;Poor people peeling rind&lt;br /&gt;Few people being kind&lt;br /&gt;The wind blew cold and changed the scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor people peeling rind&lt;br /&gt;Many girls, a baby whined&lt;br /&gt;The wind blew cold and changed the scene&lt;br /&gt;A cat scurried by looking lean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of things could happen out there&lt;br /&gt;All those animals out there stray&lt;br /&gt;Continuous children going out to play&lt;br /&gt;It was a cold, cold day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Clare Burkhardt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alaska&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dug clams by the dozen in early light&lt;br /&gt;Filleted fish that we caught&lt;br /&gt;I got sick on a large boat swaying back and forth&lt;br /&gt;The night always light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filleted fish that we caught&lt;br /&gt;Stayed in a cabin in the town of Homer&lt;br /&gt;The night always light&lt;br /&gt;A fireplace so bright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayed in a cabin in the town of Homer&lt;br /&gt;Went down to the shore of the ocean&lt;br /&gt;A fireplace so bright&lt;br /&gt;Sitting by a campfire at winter’s night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to stores by the shores&lt;br /&gt;I got sick on a large boat swaying back and forth&lt;br /&gt;Dug clams by the dozen in early light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Kayla McClain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Creature&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The strange creature&lt;br /&gt;Flew down from space&lt;br /&gt;I think.&lt;br /&gt;It was big and green&lt;br /&gt;Like a reptile.&lt;br /&gt;It had sharp teeth&lt;br /&gt;Long and pointy&lt;br /&gt;Like a leopard.&lt;br /&gt;It could swim&lt;br /&gt;Like a whale.&lt;br /&gt;I hope it isn’t&lt;br /&gt;Dangerous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Jabal Gilbert&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387710960550776841-6750445071139011989?l=henkleanthology.blogspot.com' alt='' 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