Apple Sauce. Literary Magazine Winter 2014, Vol. XV, No.1 Sherry, Doherty Middle School

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1 Apple Sauce Literary Magazine Winter 2014, Vol. XV, No.1 The Flamingo Sherry, Doherty Middle School Creativity of 6th, 7th and 8th graders from Lawrence, Andover, Boxford, Haverhill and Methuen

2 Roman Legionary Ryan Marsh Grammar School

3 Apple Sauce Published by the Enrichment Partnership of the CREST Collaborative 480 Broadway, Methuen, Massachusetts copies printed May, 2013, Neoprint, Inc., Chelmsford, MA Advisory Committee Comprehensive Grammar School, Methuen Kathryn Turmel Doherty Middle School, Andover Catherine Cannon-Francis Marsh Grammar School, Methuen Eileen Burke Henry K. Oliver Middler School, Lawrence Theresa Schaufenbil Parthum Educational Complex, Lawrence Kim Barry Sacred Hearts School, Haverhill Paula Keleher South Lawrence East Middle, Lawrence Kathleen Ballerini Spofford Pond School, Boxford Donna Morton St. Augustine School, Andover Kathleen Kendall Tenney Grammar School, Methuen Bill Borrelli Donald P. Timony Grammar School, Methuen Dawn Kraunelis West Middle School, Andover Sandra Lheron Wood Hill Middle School, Andover Tamar Brady Community Advisory Board Joshua Kennedy Boxford Library, Boxford Beth Kerrigan Memorial Hall Library, Andover Kathleen Moran-Wallace Nevins Memorial Library, Methuen Gael Nappa Haverhill Public Library, Haverhill CREST s Apple Magazines Friends Committee Brooke Arakelian Gayle Henney Sandy Kelly Matthew Kraunelis Marianne Levis Karen Lunny Krista I. McLeod Sue Pervival Louise Sandberg Cathy Zembruski Student Interns, CREST s Apple Magazines: Rachel Arone, MASCO 16; Ariel Leachman, AHS 15; Madeleine McKeon, MHS 15; Caroline Mulligan, MHS 15; Amrutha Palaniyappan, AHS 16; Micheal Paulino, HHS 15; Madeline Perigaut, AHS 14; Tarushi Sharma, AHS 15; Claire Vanderpot, MASCO 16 Wendy Zhou, AHS 14 Editor Kristen Hollenbeck, CREST Enrichment Director x121 khollenbeck@crestcollaborative.org Graphic Design Deborah Hines Executive Director CREST Collaborative Kim Oliveira Special thanks to Tenney Grammar School for hosting the AppleSauce Launch Night on March 4, 2014 Thanks to the generosity of many individuals and organizations, AppleSauce is distributed free to the contributing authors and artists, the participating schools, local libraries, other community organizations, Andover Bookstore, Smolak Farms and at Mann Orchards in Methuen. Please see pages 4 and 5 for more information.

4 CREST Enrichment Partnership s Publications and Programs 18 Middle Schools, Grades 7 & 8, 325 Students, 6 month Academic competition, 4,000 alumni. Teams made by pairing a Lawrence school with an Andover, North Andover or Methuen school. Follow the tournament at academicbowl Next Awards and Group Show, April 15, 2014, at Lawrence Heritage State Park Visitors Center Art Gallery. Grades Top Artists from Andover H.S., Lawrence H.S., Methuen H.S., Since 1988 More than 47 Elementary and Middle Schools, Grades K-8, 1700 Students, 63 classes. Pen Pals paired with a class in another Greater Lawrence community. Teachers sign up in September. 27,000 pen pals since Elementary Schools, Grades 3-5, twice a year. Started in Next submission period: February, Middle Schools, Grades 6-8, twice a year. Started in Next submission period: March, High Schools, Grades 9-12, twice a year. Started in Next submission period: January, 2014 page 2 Apple Sauce

5 AppleSauce Support AppleSauce is a regional literary magazine showcasing the creative talents of sixth, seventh and eighth grade students from the 17 public elementary schools in the communities served by the CREST Collaborative s Enrichment Partnership: Lawrence, Boxford, Andover, and Methuen and St. Augustine School, Andover and Sacred Hearts School, Haverhill. Through its many programs, listed on page 2, the Enrichment program strives to nurture the social and cultural bonds between the communities; challenge, develop, and showcase students skills and talents; provide new opportunities for students to explore, develop and succeed; and reinforce the educational goals of the participating schools. AppleSauce is made possible by the wealth of local talented young writers and artists, by the collaboration of the dedicated teachers who inspire, challenge, and encourage them, and by the support of individuals, foundations, businesses, organizations, PTOs, Friends, and the school districts. We welcome your support. CREST is a 501c3 non-profit tax-deductible public education organization. AppleSauce is distributed free throughout the Merrimack Valley: in the schools, libraries, youth centers, seniors centers, and other public places. Printing each issue is subject to funding. Ideally, we would like to be able to print and distribute 3,000 copies of AppleSauce to meet the demand. If you believe these magazines are valuable and can help us continue to provide future young authors and artists the opportunity to be published, please consider supporting the AppleSauce program with a tax-deductible contribution in any amount. Contributions will be acknowledged in the next AppleSauce publication. Matching gifts from employers are encouraged. Thank you for your generous support Please make your tax-deductible contribution payable to CREST - Enrichment and return this form to: Friends of the CREST Apple Magazines Enrichment Partnership - CREST Collaborative 480 Broadway, Methuen, Massachusetts Kristen Hollenbeck - Enrichment Director n Yes! I will support the AppleSauce program. n Apple of Our Eye, $1,000 and above $ n Angel - $500 n Benefactor - $250 n Patron - $100 n Sponsor - $50 n $25 n $ Name (as you wish to be listed): Address: City, State, Zip: Phone: Student s Name: Student s Name: School: School: Winter 2014, Vol. XV, No.1 page 3

6 Financial Contributors This publication was made possible in part by the support of the participating school districts, contributions from individuals, businesses, organizations, and grants from: Jebediah Foundation and the Lawrence Cultural Council, and Methuen Cultural Council local agencies supported by the Massachusetts Cultural Council, a state agency Contributions received after we went to press will be acknowledged in the next editions of AppleSeed, AppleSauce and ApplePi. Thank You to All Our Contributors. Apple Of Our Eye Jebediah Foundation Greater Lawrence Kiwanis Club Foundation Methuen Cultural Council Rotary Club of Greater Lawrence Patrons Anonymous, Karl & Brooke Arakelian, F. Gallo Lawn Care and Construction Krista McLeod and Matthew McKeon, Marsh School PTO, Patrick and Estelle Schweizer Anonymous Andover Cultural Council Bravo Family Michael and Susan Burns Richard J. Byers, Attorney At Law Abel Cano Donna Coppola Michael and Kelley Fleming Sandra Lynn Foreman Mark and Virginia Grossman Scott and Joanne Harkins Jay and Catherine Healey Felix F. Hernandez Ridwan and Christine Himawan Michelle and Steven Jankowski Nigel and Mary-Jo Keenan Teresa and Andy Kelley The Kennefick Family Ariel Kim s Family The Kioko Center, LLC Pediatric Speech and Occupational Therapy Sponsors and Donors Kojokuru Family The Lacroix Family Rajendra and Poornima Malliwal Marlene Liu Kevin and Beth Anne Maresca Fadi Melki James and Maura O Brien Jeremy Partyka Edwin and Kate Powers Leslie Quinlan Gregoria Rosario Ramamurty Sambangi Serapiglia Family Smith Family Eleanor Storch Kimberly Swift Ari White Bill Willard and Liz Michalski Christopher and Aileen Yates Guoshauai Zhang page 4 Apple Sauce

7 Friends Committee Members Brooke Arakelian (North Andover), Karen Lunny (North Andover), Krista I. McLeod (Methuen), Marianne Levis (Methuen), Gayle Henney (North Andover), Cathy Zembruski (Methuen), Sandy Kelly (Andover), Sue Pervival (North Andover), Louise Sandberg (Lawrence), Matthew Kraunelis (Methuen), Monica Gallacher (Andover) and Leslie Quinlan (Lawrence). Friends of CREST s Apple Magazines AppleSeed (grades 3-5), AppleSauce (grades 6-8) and ApplePi (grades 9-12) showcase and nurture creative writing and artistic expression. In addition, the magazines and the launch events build connections among students and communities. The Friends of the CREST Apple Magazines is a group of parents, teachers, community leaders, and professionals who have joined to support these three extraordinary publications. The Friends of CREST s Apple Magazines have five main goals: Ensure the magazines become financially secure Improve and expand the distribution of the magazines in the community Expand the resources for teachers to use the magazines in classrooms Support the growing number of high school student assistant editors Create new opportunities for students to read, exchange ideas, learn, and be recognized We are currently looking for more members, especially from Andover and Lawrence. We meet Monday evenings three times a year. If you would like join us or have ideas about how we can accomplish our goals, please be in touch. Winter 2014, Vol. XV, No.1 page 5

8 About This Magazine AppleSauce is a bi-annual regional middle school literary magazine serving 17 middle schools in Greater Lawrence. Started in 2000, its main purpose is to showcase the creative talents of sixth, seventh and eighth grade students from the public schools in the communities served by the Greater Lawrence Education Collaborative s Enrichment Partnership: Lawrence, Boxford, Andover, and Methuen. Our mission is: To build bridges among our communities and create opportunities for all students to succeed. Through its many programs, which serve thousands of students from grades K through 12, we strive to nurture the social and cultural bonds between the communities; challenge, develop, and showcase students skills and talents; provide new opportunities for students to develop; and reinforce the educational goals of the participating schools. This is the twenty-eighth issue of AppleSauce. Works are submitted twice a year through the advisors at the participating schools. With the help of our community advisory board and Friends Committee, follow-up readings are held at the public libraries and other venues in our communities. Students interested in submitting pieces to AppleSauce should contact their school s advisor. All submissions must be accompanied by a submission form, which is available from the advisor and from other teachers at the school. Advisors will be submitting pieces to us for the next issue of AppleSauce in the spring of In order to reach a large readership, AppleSeed, AppleSauce and ApplePi are distributed free throughout the Greater Lawrence community-- in the schools, libraries, youth centers, senior centers, other public places, at Mann Orchards in Methuen, Smolak Farms in North Andover and Andover Bookstore in Andover. Each published contributor receives several complimentary copies. Excerpts from the magazines are also available electronically on the CREST website (without the last names). Through the hard copies and electronic copies, we estimate that between 5,000 and 10,000 people read each issue we publish, which is usually about 1,200-2,500 copies, depending on funding. Ideally, we would like to be able to print and distribute 4,000 copies of AppleSeed, 3,000 copies of AppleSauce and 2,500 copies of ApplePi to meet the demand. AppleSauce is made possible by the wealth of local talented young writers and artists, by the collaboration of the dedicated teachers who inspire, challenge, and encourage them, and by the support of the school districts, individuals, foundations, businesses, organizations and PTOs. We welcome your support. CREST is a 501c3 non-profit tax deductible public education organization. If you, your business or organization is interested in receiving or distributing our magazines on a regular basis, please contact the Friends Committee (see page 5). In addition to financial support, our areas of need include parent volunteer help with editing, typing, scanning, distribution, registration at launch nights, videotaping, audiotaping, publicity, and recognizing the people who make these magazines possible. If you would like to help or join us, please contact Kristen Hollenbeck at the CREST Central Office, x110, khollenbeck@crestcollaborative.org, or a member of our Friends Committee (see page 5). High school sophomores and juniors who are interested in helping produce AppleSeed, AppleSauce and ApplePi are encouraged to get in touch with us. Our meetings are on Wednesday afternoons from mid September through the end of May. These student editors play an active role in the selection, editing and publishing process for all three magazines. page 6 Apple Sauce

9 Apple Magazine Advisors Andover: Ms. Nancy Snow, Bancroft Elementary Schoo; Ms. Julie Lovejoy, Bancroft Elementary School; Ms. Catherine Cannon-Francis, Doherty Middle School; Ms. Susan Farquhar, High Plain Elementary School; Ms. Andrea Worster, Sanborn Elementary School; Ms. Julianne Toomey-Kautz, South Elementary School; Ms. Kasey O Dea, St. Augustine School; Ms. Kathleen Kendall, St. Augustine School, Andover; Ms. Hannah Robins, West Elementary School; Ms. Sandra Lheron, West Middle School; Ms. Jamie Kaplan, West Elementary School; Tamar Brady, Wood Hill Middle School. Boxford: Ms. Donna Morton, Spofford Pond School, Boxford. Haverhill: Ms. Mary Beth Maranto, Tilton School; Ms. Dawn Pavlini, Sacred Hearts School; Ms. Paula Keleher, Sacred Hearts School, Haverhill; Ms. Daniele Bouchard, Silver Hill Horace Mann Charter School. Lawrence: Ms. Corinne D Onofrio, Guilmette Elementary School; Ms. Leslie Quinlan, The Oliver Partnership School; Ms. Theresa Schaufenbil, The Oliver Partnership School; Ms. Kim Barry, Edward R. Pa rthum Educational Complex; Ms. Kathleen Ballerini, South Lawrence East Middle School; Ms. Nicole Romano, John K. Tarbox School; Ms. Amy Salafia, John K. Tarbox School. Methuen: Ms. Tara Croteau, Comprehensive Grammar School; Ms. Linda D Angelo, Comprehensive Grammar School; Ms. Kathryn Turmel, Comprehensive Grammar School; Ms. Mary Beth Noe, Marsh Grammar School; Ms. Eileen Burke, Marsh Grammar School; Ms. Anne Marie Erler, Tenney Grammar School; Ms. Sabrina Provost, Tenney Grammar School; Mr. Bill Borrelli, Tenney Grammar School; Ms. Suzanne Stasinos, Donald P. Timony Grammar School; Ms. Dawn Kraunelis, Donald P. Timony Grammar School. Other Schools: Ms. Wendy Salvatore, Collaborative Alternative School (CREST), Methuen; Ms. Amy Siemasko, Essex Academy at Coastal (CREST), Methuen; Ms. Cat Amsterdam, Lifeways School (CREST), Methuen; Ms. Cara Longevin, Lifeways School (CREST), Methuen. Community: Kathleen Moran-Wallace, Head of Children s Services, Nevins Memorial Library, Methuen; Beth Kerrigan, Head of Children s Library, Memorial Hall Library, Andover; Joshua Kennedy, Head of Children s Library, Boxford Town Library; Gael Nappa, Children s Library, Haverhill Public Library Editorial Interns Rachel Arone, MASCO 16; Ariel Leachman, AHS 15; Madeleine McKeon, MHS 15; Caroline Mulligan, MHS 15; Amrutha Palaniyappan, AHS 16; Micheal Paulino, HHS 15; Madeline Perigaut, AHS 14; Tarushi Sharma, AHS 15; Claire Vanderpot, MASCO 16; Wendy Zhou, AHS 14 Winter 2014, Vol. XV, No.1 page 7

10 Praise for AppleSauce Gayle C. Heney AppleSauce gives students the opportunity to showcase their creativity through a professional looking publication that brings together the voices and artwork of 6th 8th graders in several schools and communities. It gives students the ability to share what s in their hearts and minds and encourages public speaking through public launch events. I have seen children and adults listen attentively to what these poets and artists have to say. This reinforces their self esteem and helps builds confidence. As the past poet laureate of North Andover, I am pleased that AppleSauce encourages students to sharpen their poetic and artistic skills while strengthening our Essex County poetry community with these new members. Gayle C. Heney, Producer & Host of the TV series Write Now Former 2-term Poet Laureate of North Andover Matt Kraunelis I believe that it is important for students to participate in the arts at a young age. Early exposure to poetry, visual art, and prose, fosters an appreciation of art and culture that often proves to be a life-long companion. The Apple Magazines offer a unique way for children to cultivate their creativity and see it through to the joy of publication. These magazines are an indispensable asset to the students, the school system, and the entire Merrimack Valley community. Matt Kraunelis, Author and founding member of the Robert Frost Foundation & Grey Court Poets. Jackie Davies, author I was lucky enough to come across copies of all three magazines Apple Seed, Apple Sauce, and Apple Pi and I was impressed by the quality of work produced by the students. The short stories used vivid language and displayed an uncommon sense of story structure pacing, rising conflict, and resolution. The poems were sharp, funny, thought provoking, and adept. The artwork provided a feast for the eyes, ranging in media as diverse as photography, oil painting, watercolor, and pottery. As if that weren t enough, the production value of the magazines themselves was exceptionally high, providing a fitting showcase for the extraordinary work within. Jackie Davies is a noted author of children s books, including: Where the Ground Meets the Sky, The Boy Who Drew Birds: A Story of John James Audubon, The Night Is Singing, The House Takes a Vacation, The Lemonade War, Tricking the Tallyman, Lost. Her website is: Marianne Levis, teacher These literary magazines continue to amaze me! I enjoy reading student pieces, admiring the artwork and photographs as well as the musical notes and lyrics. The student poems and stories are wonderful examples to share with students. They inspire the students to practice the traits of good writing and submit their own writing for publication. The competition is challenging, but worth the effort every semester. I like to use the magazines as a rich source for writing ideas in the classroom. Marianne Levis, Methuen High School, Methuen page 8 Apple Sauce

11 Contributors COMPREHENSIVE GRAMMAR SCHOOL, METHUEN Emily Stormy Night (Art)...40 Christopher Four Leaf Clover Fun Center...63 Brianha The Human Eye (Art)...16 Dana Words...30 Irielen Dream Catcher (Art) Julia Christmas Spirit DOHERTY MIDDLE SCHOOL, ANDOVER Emma Too Hot! (Art)...60 John Born From The Flames (Art)...51 Angel Roar (Art)...30 Leah Bacon...62 Georgia When The Water Drops Amanda Forever Lost Amanda Wisemen Still Fear (Art)...24 Ryan Burst Of Beauty (Photo)...54 Natalie The Show Is About To Start...61 Meghan Nyala (Art)...47 Ariana Koi (Art)...37 Isabelle Spencer (Art)...45 Jack World War II Journal: The Battle Of Normandy...66 Stine Owl Zentangle (Art)...65 Abhijeet Savior s Seed Joyce At The Pond (Art)...29 Sherry The Flamingo (Art)...Cover MARSH GRAMMAR SCHOOL, METHUEN Jimilette Untitled (Art)...20 Victoria The Power Of Music...43 Kyra Unconditional Kane What Is Love?...13 Katie My Grammy...28 Emily Pond In The Past (Photo) Abby Run...59 Aaron Hockey...40 Ryan Roman Legionary (Art)...Inside Front Cover Joey The Roman Bridge (Art)...63 Chad Ship Wrecked (Art)...17 Jacob A Beautiful Flight (Photo)...33 Jacob My Father...25 Winter 2014, Vol. XV, No.1 page 9

12 Contributors HENRY K. OLIVER MIDDLE SCHOOL, LAWRENCE Martha Untitled (Art)...59 Reyna Untitled (Art)...70 Brian Solar System (Art)...62 Crystallyn Untitled (Art)...39 Haylee Animal Cell (Art) Joyce Lancers (Art)...26 Patricia Untitled (Art)...21 PARTHUM EDUCATIONAL COMPLEX, LAWRENCE Elianise Not The City Of The Damned Ruth Where I m From...14 Helen Where I m From...58 Emily The City Of Promise...53 Jenessi I Am The Promise...23 Nelfi Ode To My Mother...16 Julio I Am Julio...64 Pamela Where I m From...50 Obey Untitled Rosa Untitled SACRED HEARTS SCHOOL, HAVERHILL Penny Bully...51 Olivia Winter Hayden Music Sean Rain Alyssa Why I Love Fall...49 Liliana Spring Blossom (Art)...48 Maria An Ode to Chocolate Samuel Fall Michael Baseball...45 Katelyn Soccer Star (Art)...43 Frankie Boston Strong...37 Katherine I Have A Dream...34 Emma Homework...33 Harry Winter page 10 Apple Sauce

13 Contributors SOUTH LAWRENCE EAST MIDDLE SCHOOL Danisha Untitled Julian Self Portrait (Art)...40 Yiika Cubism Piece (Art)...31 Emily Untitled Edwin The Big Apple...52 Kyra Chocolatica...29 Viviana Sci-Fy (Art)...Back Cover Emmy Kennedy...69 Anthony Freezing Zebra (Art)...13 Angel Self Portrait (Art)...56 Jahzeel Worth It...42 Emely Self Portrait (Art)...22 SPOFFORD POND SCHOOL, BOXFORD Daria Cornrows (Art)...68 Brooke Life...38 Ainsley Clockwise (Art)...64 Annabelle Military Lights Anna Dreaming...44 Robbie Summer s End (Art) Emma Mornings ST. AUGUSTINE SCHOOL, ANDOVER Alejandro The First Leaf Falls Brianna Autumn Bliss...55 Adam The Beauty Of The Coming Autumn Caroline Honey For The Bees (Photo)...Inside Back Cover Vishvesh Water Abigail Going Up While Looking Down (Photo)...28 Maya This Is War Allyson The Autumn Stroll TENNEY GRAMMAR SCHOOL, METHUEN Alexander Under The Sea (Art) David Untitled (Art)...23 Tea Horse (Art)...41 Lindsey Smart Boy (Art)...32 Rayna Perfection!...65 Michael My Turtle (Art)...36 Kelsey Mixed Feelings Josyvins No One...35 Winter 2014, Vol. XV, No.1 page 11

14 Contributors DONALD P. TIMONY GRAMMAR SCHOOL. METHUEN Cassie My Little Buddy (Art)...38 Cristal Better Tiana Lost Petal (Art)...14 Margarita Running Star (Art) Sydney Legendary Lovers Kiaralee Lost...60 Mikayla Winter Mildred I Am...68 WEST MIDDLE SCHOOL, ANDOVER Naomi Growing Up Lauren In The Night...39 Kate Hero And Villain...30 Louis The Gazelle...36 Katelyn The Unstable Bridge...16 Kaamil The Day The Sky Cried...22 Charlotte Something Beautiful...57 Christopher Where I m From...27 Marisa Girl In The Paper (Art)...69 Greysen The Child Of Dust...52 Gretchen Owl (Art) Sarah Sun And Moon...44 Avery Pastel Eye (Art)...19 Eric Mountain Shrine (Art) WOOD HILL MIDDLE SCHOOL, ANDOVER Jacob The Presentation...58 Alice Winter Memories Natalie My Nana...45 Kevin Old Man...24 Boston My Story...70 Connor House Dog...65 Emma Years And Years Ago Kate Doe...47 Eric The Fleet of Brigantine (Art)...49 Vivien Playground Fun...15 Lekhya The Gift Grace The Cape House...51 page 12 Apple Sauce

15 Freezing Zebra Anthony, South Lawrence East Middle School What is Love? Love isn t just some object you can just throw in the trash. No, love is much, much more than that. There is much more to love than you could ever imagine or even hope for. You see, if you could look into your heart and find happiness, joy, or even freedom, then you have found love for someone. If you look into your heart and find hatred, jealousy, or even envy, then you see anger and greed. To eliminate that, you must find something that can replace hatred with happiness; jealousy with joy; and envy with freedom of spirit. You know if your love for someone never dies down no matter how tough the situation is. When your heart is broken, it shatters into a million pieces. Kane Marsh Grammar School Winter 2014, Vol. XV, No.1 page 13

16 Where I m From I m from Lawrence, Massachusetts Sometimes I wish I could live somewhere else I wish I could live in France, Japan, or Africa I wish I could travel the world, know every language and culture there is to know I wish I could see every beautiful scenery and memory there is to know I wish I could live life happily with no one in my way but mysterious new lands. I always remember watching shows on TV about adventures and mysterious places I remember every minute of traveling through the air And I remember every step on the ground that I took on a foreign land But as much as I love those experiences and wishes, I love where I m from I m from Lawrence, Massachusetts Ruth Parthum Educational Complex Lost Petal Tiana Donald P. Timony Grammar School When The Water Drops The Bleak mist Envelops the town. Furious storm clouds Cover the sparkling night sky. The rain starts as a gentle sprinkle Gathering strength and power, until it Begins to pour. The icy water coats the Landscape. Each drop full of pure, refreshing, Water. The once consistent stream begins to Cease. And soon, the resentful clouds begin To clear, releasing the shine of white Moonlight once more. The twinkling Stars begin to peer through the Thick clouds as the night sky Is clear again. Georgia Doherty Middle School page 14 Apple Sauce

17 Playground Fun Inspired by Dylan Thomas Years and years ago, When I would hop all around, Acting as though the ground was lava, When I took the wheel, Like a pirate on a boat. When I climbed the slide, Over and over again, Falling down every time. Before smart phones and technology, Before I started school, When I tried to stay awake in a slide, When I climbed the long metal pole Before playing in the mud. Before many things were made, Before learning to roller skate. When there was snow, And I would plow through it. When I got a ruby-like nose, Red, cold and hard. When I had to leave to go home, Before being lazy, Before sleeping all day, This was the time, The time. Vivien Wood Hill Middle School An Ode To Chocolate As I slurp the chocolaty goodness, My insides warm I giggle with joy. The chill from the winter cold flees, Leaving rosy cheeks behind. I look like Rudolph with his glowing, red nose, but as soon as the mug slips into my hands, I don t care. There is a hint of peppermint Underneath a cloud of whipped cream The flavors intertwine And the peppermint perfects the experience of this ritual. The red and white sets off the brown perfectly, With the help of a white mustache Oh, Peppermint and Whipped Cream, My Chocolate needs you to complete its goal in life. Hands warm! Tongue rejoicing! Stomach leaping for joy! Oh, Hot Chocolate how I love thee! Maria Sacred Hearts School Winter 2014, Vol. XV, No.1 page 15

18 The Human Eye Brianha Comprehensive Grammar School Ode To My Mother Eres como una brisa que siempre se va. You re like A breeze that Always goes. Ere espacio entre las más bella de mondo para enamorar y Conquistar. The gap between The most Beautiful in the world For Love And conquer Tu eres la más bella del planeta. You are The most Beautiful in the world Eres como el la agues que siempre la necessito You are like The Water That I always Need The Unstable Bridge I walk along the bridge, Shaking I fear it will collapse Right under my feet The annoying song London Bridge is Falling Down Pops into my head, turning my Stroll into a sprint Running as fast as lightning The bridge seems to grow as I run I feel like I m one of the Billy Goats Gruff And there is a troll under the bridge Going to emerge out of the darkness And if the bridge falls because of its monumental feet, I m going down with it The sweltering heat hits my face and I feel like I m melting Again, I run and run and run; this time, I barely escape the Unbearable jaws of the bridge, but then it pulls me back And this time, I fall down with it Now it s true, London Bridge did fall down: with me on it Now I m the ghost the of ancient bridges ground But I m not happy here So when you cross, and you hear a spooky, wary voice Singing London Bridge is Falling Down, it s just me It s only me Katelyn West Middle School Nelfi Parthum Educational Complex page 16 Apple Sauce

19 Music Music can make the saddest person laugh, It can make the bravest man cry, It can make the most restless child fall asleep in an instant, It will fill the silence with noise, It brings back memories, both good and bad Music can do so much, that is, until the song ends. Hayden Sacred Hearts School Shipwrecked Chad, Marsh Grammar School Winter 2014, Vol. XV, No.1 page 17

20 What would you do if you had the chance? That one single question intimidated me. Ya mother told me she would have custody over ya guys five years ago. That familiar feeling overtook my body and made me speechless. I was confused. I managed to speak up and say, Everything wouldn t be the same, I paused, I probably wouldn t even go with my mom because of how my life is now. I hated those talks, I really did. It s hard to have your parents divorced. It s even harder when you constantly have family members breathing down your back asking, Who do you love more, your mom or dad? The discussion continued, You know that you need a women-like figure in ya life. You need ya mother in ya life, she said. I know, but look at me now. I m perfectly fine without living in the same house or state as her. She s there for me regardless of the distance we re apart, I replied. My Aunty was the kind of person who constantly repeated everything. She already said, you really do need ya mother in ya life. Then I realized that there was always Untitled Emily South Lawrence East Middle School question in my mind while I had this type of conversation with people. I was always so scared to ask, but at this time, I knew I had to. Why do you guys always ask me questions like this? I stopped, waiting for a response, but she knew I had more to say. It really is a hard thing to deal with. If anything, I really wished they didn t divorce. My voice was tightening. The tears were ready to come falling down, but I had to restrain them. I needed to stay strong. I knew she knew I was about to cry because of what she said, Let it out, it s ok. I took a deep, long breath. I couldn t finish my part of the talking. She came back into hers and said, I m sorry that your life wasn t built up to be as perfect as you wanted it to, but ya have a mother and a father who care for you guys a lot. Even though I see you once a year, I ll still be here for you. I can t remember everything else she told me, but she was the one who taught me that hard things get thrown at you, but you just have to let the negative things pass by. Having my parents separated isn t easy, but I learned to live with it. page 18 Apple Sauce

21 Pastel Eye Avery, West Middle School Mixed Feelings How do you expect me to live life like this? With all of the fighting, the yelling, the arguing I hear all these voices inside of my head and I ve been thinking about it lately. One day I m gonna make the wrong choice because of the fighting, the yelling, the arguing So then I just start to sing, and I pour all of my feelings out, because music takes me to a different place. So take me away!!! To somewhere I can be alone and think for a while, all I know is that I m not mad at no one else, I m just disappointed in myself with always following everybody else. But now it s my time to shine, and I will show you who I really am. And now I m starting to realize I have mixed feelings about life, because of all the fighting, the yelling, the arguing I guess what I m trying to say is where would I be today if you didn t believe in me? Because I had to try for something, and if I didn t try for something that something would be nothing. Then I would mean nothing to anyone. So you have to believe in me and put aside all of the fighting, the yelling, the arguing Please don t stop believing in me. Kelsey Tenney Grammar School Winter 2014, Vol. XV, No.1 page 19

22 Untitled Jimilette, Marsh Grammar School The Beauty Of The Coming Autumn In the vibrant forest With the beautiful colors Of green, yellow, orange and red With the chirp of birds ready for winter migration Inside the fish swim briskly In the water Of the unhurried running river Beside the river is a serene farm land With abundant apple trees Where the children pick their apples. For mom to bake them an apple pie With a bitter breeze In the air We all know that fall is here Adam St. Augustine School page 20 Apple Sauce

23 Christmas Spirit The moon shines so bright Oh what a beautiful sight The big bushy Christmas Tree Sits right in front of me The snow is so white On this cold winter s night I very much admire The warm, toastly fire For this Christmas Eve I have no need to grieve I feel a spark in the air Because the Christmas spirit is everywhere Julia Comprehensive Grammar School The Gift There was a gift here A gift right here A daisy in a garden of roses There was a gift here A tortured gift Pricked by the roses thorns There was a gift here A gift put down Regarded as a weed There was a gift here No gift anymore The daisy was uprooted And blown away by the wind. Lekhya Wood Hill Middle School Untitled Patricia, Henry K. Oliver Middle School Winter 2014, Vol. XV, No.1 page 21

24 Mornings Tortured by the mornings A slug in my bed The light of dawn Is the darkness of day Up with a meal Of bread and jam Rushed to be ready For an endless Monday Emma Spofford Pond School Self Potrait Emely South Lawrence East Middle School The tears of the sky pound against the lifeless grass, assaulting it with tremendous force. A black blanket, like an empty void, imprisons the land. Color fades, sulking away, unable to show itself. A trunk snaps and crashes to the ground as its other companions silently mourn, succumbing to powerful gusts. Depressed trees bend, having surrendered their strength to the wind, which moans softly, as if calling for someone, someone long gone. Withered and dying, flowers scatter everywhere, a faint memory of happiness that fades into the darkness of the sky. The birds The Day The Sky Cried Kaamil West Middle School flee, for they cannot sing in a place crying in anguish. Lightning flashes angrily, screaming at life itself and thunder roars an ear-splitting plea, begging for the lost to be found again. The wind grows stronger and howls in rage as many more trees lose the will to stand against the unending onslaught. Light flashes and another roar of thunder reverberates through the Earth s core. The world itself seems to be consumed with rage and anger. One stone stands in the midst of the chaos, still, sturdy and unaffected. The stone stands as a silent reminder of a once vibrant life. page 22 Apple Sauce

25 Winter Shimmering snow like a blanket of white Shimmering from the bright moonlight. Christmas morning is finally here Sleigh bells ringing in my ears. Temperatures below 32 degrees Everyone says Hot chocolate, please The cold winter breeze Makes everyone freeze. Shimmering snow like a blanket of white Shimmering from the bright moonlight. I Am The Promise I m from a place that is referred to as City of the Damned I am from a place where surrounding cities have a negative perception of us I am from a city of promise I AM the promise I am from Lawrence, Massachusetts Jenessi Parthum Educational Complex Olivia Sacred Hearts School Untitled David, Tenney Grammar School Winter 2014, Vol. XV, No.1 page 23

26 Old Man There is an old man, Who is always reading, The Townsman He sits by the lobby and drinks, A cup of tea His hoarse throat clears Every time he flips a page. Then he gets up and goes, Into the complex After sunrise he sits outside Eating his bowl Of oatmeal Wisemen Still Fear Amanda Doherty Middle School Rain A beating drum over my head, soothing me to sleep. Washing the earth of impurities, cleansing us of our fault. Providing growth and prosperity, seeping into the dirt. Creating life and joy as it falls, or saddening us until we weep. Falling onto us as if nothing more than dust. As it touches us and we touch it, Covering our skin, It embraces us, Surrounding us. He notices people, He greets people, But doesn t like me One day I was running around, Playing with some friends And fell over him, I apologized, But he just leered at me One day I brought him The Townsman He smiled this time, And asked if I wanted to watch The sunrise With, The old man Kevin Wood Hill Middle School Sean Sacred Hearts School page 24 Apple Sauce

27 My Father My father has shaped me as a person. He is the fairest, most selfless father ever. My dad is a really positive influence on many people, especially me. He teaches me to learn from my mistakes and to always think and make good decisions. Another quality I admire about my dad is that he treats everyone equally. He is against all prejudice, and he accepts everyone. My dad works as a probation officer, so even though the guys who are on probation have committed crimes, he treats them with the respect they deserve. My father is one of the most selfless people you will meet. He is constantly giving up his time to support me at all of my soccer and basketball games and attends all of my cross-country races. My dad supports me at everything I do or try. He teaches me that failure is alright as long as I truly try one hundred percent. I have the best father ever, and I love him. Jacob Marsh Grammar School Running Star Margarita Donald P. Timony Grammar School Winter 2014, Vol. XV, No.1 page 25

28 Lancers Joyce, Henry K. Oliver Middle School The First Leaf Falls Around the colorful tree Among the bare branches There is one lightly colored leaf, Of the color amber On the brink of falling Onto the earth In the roots Of the colorful tree Underneath there are dying roots Throughout the brisk day In the cold winds of fall On the day for all To enjoy all God has created Upon the gloomy sun the day goes by quickly Under the blue cloudy sky Down falls the lightly colored leaf Of the color amber Onto the dirt next to the dying tree On the day known as Hallow s Eve. Untitled I am from Lawrence, Massachusetts. I am from a small city where big dreams are created. I am from a small city, where everyone knows everyone. I am from where everyone judges but has never experienced I am from where everyone dreams, believes and succeeds. Rosa Parthum Educational Complex Alejandra St. Augustine School page 26 Apple Sauce

29 Where I m From (Based on the Poem Where I am From by George Ella Lyon) I am from the sand jars Sitting on my bureau, molded by memories of Mexico The hot sun keeping it dry as a cracker I am from the floats and pool noodles Keeping children afloat, splashing around without a care in the world I am from the frog pond Set back in the yard, caked with ice in the winter Where hours were wasted chattering and running with our nets in the summer Sometimes to no avail I am from the family is first at gatherings And the parties thrown in its name I am from Aunt Helen s dog, Spike Who slept in his bedding while he was weak And how he wobbled across the wood floor I am from my mother s albums Collecting dust in the attic Bearing Madonna and Elton John s names Its value hidden I am from Hawaiian pizza And Trudy s potato salad And from the Yankee swap and my football I am from my mother s toes, and my grandfather s nose From my broken elbow, and the flag that flew above me now in my room And I m from my bandanas and money in my drawer I am from my childhood My memories known to only me Christopher West Middle School Winter 2014, Vol. XV, No.1 page 27

30 Going Up While Looking Down Abigail, St. Augustine School My Grammy My Grammy, Vivian Jasmin, worked hard her whole life for her family and their happiness. Vivian was a very strong woman who always put others before herself. She was diagnosed with cancer three years ago and underwent many risky surgeries. She went through these surgeries for us so she could stay in our lives longer and enjoy her family. My Grammy loved to cook and bake, but enjoyed feeding and serving others more than herself. We all loved her cooking. Even when she was living out the last weeks in our house, she never lost her passion for cooking and always wanted to help in the kitchen. Through her tough times, she never lost faith and always believed that she would get past her illness. We even had a priest come and bless her and afterwards she exclaimed, I m cured! This woman raised four excellent children and I m lucky to have her son as a father. Vivian taught them to be wonderful people. My Grammy was a very ambitious person, and her strong love for her family and her optimism will never be forgotten. Katie Marsh Grammar School page 28 Apple Sauce

31 Oh you re so big; I remember when you were just a baby cow. That s what I would hear all day at my dad s surprise birthday party. Since it was my dad s birthday and I m his only girl I was getting a lot of attention and money. I would have never thought this perfect day would lead to a big impact in my life. In order to know how the impact even happened you have to know what led up to it. Everyone who ever met my dad would always comment on the fact that we look so much alike. I mean I thought people would only say we looked alike because we both have this chocolaty warm skin tone. It s like on the verge of being extremely dark skin, but more on the tan side. They call my dad chocolate in Spanish because of his skin color. Anyone who passes by me would say Pero, mi hija tu eres igualita a tu padre. Chocolatica Kyra South Lawrence East Middle School In other words, you look exactly like your dad. It took about two hours to recruit everyone so we could cut the cake. By the end of the party, everyone was pretty crazy, including my dad. My dad stood in front of his cake, in front of the cameras, lifted up his cake with his hand and said I thank God for my family and everything he has given me. He pulled his wife and me next to him and SPLAT went the cake all over his face. Everyone started yelling Para Chocolatica, Chocolate, Chocolate. Since August 27th, 2004, my name became Chocolatica. Anytime our family and friends got together, I would hear everyone saying Chocolatica. It fills me with joy because it reminds me of my childhood, especially now that I m going to high school. This name will help me stick to my roots. At The Pond Joyce, Doherty Middle School Winter 2014, Vol. XV, No.1 page 29

32 Hero And Villain (Simile Poem) The hero is like watercolors on a canvas, trying to be everywhere the eye might look. The villain is like an abstract painting, misunderstood and unpredictable. The hero s theme song is like a church choir, praising the good and never missing a beat. The villain s tune is like the music of an action movie, attracting you to the edge of your seat. Roar Angel Doherty Middle School Words Sharp, Strong They slice and they slice They tear your heart apart They cut you open and sting you They can fly and reach even the darkest corners of the soul They are thrown back and forth Like weapons The hero is like a warm spring morning, melting away the cold remains of winter. The villain is like the dead of winter, bringing everyone down with it. The hero is like the teacher s pet, beloved and honored but very much envied. The villain is like the student forgotten in the back, yearning for attention, he commits a crime. My gratitude goes to the hero, but my sympathy goes to the villain. Kate West Middle School Dana Comprehensive Grammar School page 30 Apple Sauce

33 Growing Up I don t want to grow up, I want to go back to the times of running around all day. I don t want to have responsibility, I want to go back to when 2+2 = 4, not four to the power of one. I don t want to wake up at six in the morning, I want to go back to when there was no homework. I don t want time to age me, I want to go back to when it was okay to cry whenever. I don t want to have people come and go in my life, I want to sleep all I want. I don t want to have to live up to others expectations. In the end the I don ts become real, The I wants become the past. In the end we grow up. Naomi West Middle School Cubism Piece Yiika, South Lawrence East Middle School Winter 2014, Vol. XV, No.1 page 31

34 Military Lights I remember when my father left, many years ago It was a beautiful day and the sun shined nice and bright My mother s tears left red trails of shame Father s uniform medals captured the light of the sun. Listening to us My mother s voice sounded as though she was choking on her own words. Somehow she managed to say, He will follow your footsteps. He knows you are going to try and come home. My mother could not finish her sentence Confusion began to rumble in my mind I looked deep inside my father s eyes and saw a sorrow beam of hope He knew I was proud of him For sacrificing his life everyday My father was in the military for the USA Annabelle Spofford Pond School Savior s Seed I sat there in the silent sky, Breathing in the fire of Mars, Wondering about my fate, And staring up at the stars. I looked upon Earth and all its life, Hoping to see a world free of want and need. Instead I saw painful strife, Labor, hunger and greed. So bearing with pity my outstretched hand, Tried to plant a seed. It seemed in vain as the seed did not grow, And nothing seemed to have come from the deed. Even after millenniums, the seed s wisdom did not show. Yet, I still dared to keep my faith. Though still, I did not know How many more times I would witness hate. Today, still, the seed has not sprouted, But I keep to the human race. I know they can continue what they have started, And I wait, in the sky, for the seed s potential to be embraced. Abhijeet Doherty Middle School Smart Boy Lindsey Tenney Grammar School page 32 Apple Sauce

35 Roses are red, Violets are blue I don t like homework And neither do you. Homework It could be math, Or it could be science, Either way there might be violence. My pen is here, My pencil is there, And somehow my ruler ended up in my hair. Literature is now my biggest fear, I still know nothing about that guy Shakespeare. We had a test on him last week, If I failed I might just shriek! Wait! It was only a dream, I fell asleep with my nose in the book seam. Emma Sacred Hearts School A Beautiful Flight Jacob, Marsh Grammar School Winter 2014, Vol. XV, No.1 page 33

36 I Have A Dream (Inspired by Martin Luther King Jr. s Speech) I have a dream. I have a dream that one day I could walk through a park and not see a single piece of trash on the ground. I wish people would take care of their surroundings and be kind to their home planet. We need to protect our environment. Pollution is disastrous. It is in the world all around us. Whether it is throwing out trash on the ground or dumping chemicals into a river, pollution is bad for the environment. The more we pollute the earth, the less of our natural resources we will be able to use. That would hurt our nation s economy and increase poverty throughout the world. Many people would lose their jobs because goods would cost more and be harder to get. The fish would die, and the soil would become filled with harmful chemicals over long periods of time. No food would be able to grow in this soil so we would have less to eat. Many more people would go hungry than they already do. No one wants this, so why let it happen? We can pollute the air too without even trying. The cars on busy highways and major cities contribute to this. Smog in the air makes it hard to breathe and the chemicals in the air can make you sick. Air pollution is unhealthy and needs to stop. We need to stop pollution because it ruins the beauty of nature. Imagine walking through a park during the springtime and not seeing flowers without trash around them. Imagine a lake or pond with no life around it because people freely dump chemicals into it. It is disappointing to see this. No one would want to go outside any more. Animals are affected too. They could die in an oil spill or choke from plastic circle soda can things that get stuck around their necks. Without pollution, the world would be beautiful. It would be full of prosperity and happiness. City streets would be clean and look safe to go down. There would no longer be global warming, so the polar bears and all the other animals would have a safe and better place to live. This is why we need to stop pollution. We are learning how to get rid of certain waste, but the world is still not our trash can. If we try, we can make our world better and fulfill this dream. Katherine Sacred Hearts School page 34 Apple Sauce

37 Mountain Shrine Eric, West Middle School No One I m in pitch-black darkness I can t see a thing Suddenly, I see people But they re LAUGHING at me Ugly, too skinny, and weird are thrown at me These words throw me back into darkness Then, I m gone Josyvins Tenney Grammar School Winter Winter s cold with lots of ice, But the view is quite nice. With the snow shimmering bright All the way to the night. Going outside hearing kids play And making snowmen all day. Mikayla Timony Grammar School Winter 2014, Vol. XV, No.1 page 35

38 The Gazelle (Based on Gary Soto s poem Oranges ) The first time I hit a triple it smelled like sweat and dirt and big league chew. I stepped to the plate. I could still taste the sunflower seeds I had eaten an hour ago. I gripped the soft smooth handle of the bat with firm tenderness. The ball came in. In my eyes It was an overripe watermelon. The ping of the bat filled my ears. Everything seemed to go in slow motion as I rounded two bases and stopped at third. Unconditional Let your mind travel to A place untouched. Breeze Flowing through your hair. Water lapping your feet. The sounds of gulls bring You back to realization. Live In the moment until You no longer can. Then you Are returned to family And friends. Nothing In this world, neither fame Nor money can take away The unconditional love you Have for each and every one Of them. Kyra Marsh Grammar School After the game my dad said when you hit that triple you looked like a gazelle running for its life. In my mind I knew he was right. Fast. Powerful. Free. A gazelle. Louis West Middle School My Turtle Michael Tenney Grammar School page 36 Apple Sauce

39 Koi Ariana, Doherty Middle School Boston Strong Boston is a very strong city; very tough Outstanding people, emergency services and sports. Strength, courage, trust, and love for our city. Together as one city and a strong city. Overcomes all tragedy Never let down, we fight until the end of everything. Small city, big heart and proud of our city. Team effort day in and day out. Runners with great hearts and souls. Opposite of fear, terrorism, and hate. Needs no excuse to bond together as a city. Go Boston, Boston Strong. Frankie Sacred Hearts School Winter 2014, Vol. XV, No.1 page 37

40 The Autumn Stroll In the air, soft cold winds blow Around me like a whisper At mid-day, I bundle up more With my sweater, for fall is here. Through a forest path I walk Over me, leaves change color In the air, they cascade down To the ground the colors of sunset. Along my walk, I see flying birds In the skies ready to migrate Within dark caves, bears sleep. In the ground, food is stored. Outside on yards, leaves are stacked Before me, kids play. Around each yard, parents rake Through the air, leaves waft unceasingly In the field, pumpkins await After school to be picked by families In the field, apples ripen Among thick branches in the orchard. Through my walk, night has crept in Over time, days become shorter Across each street, I walk leisurely With each stride, my shadow stretches Above me stars gleam brightly Against the blackness of the sky Down to Earth the moonlight glows Through the clouds, like a flowing stream. Over the hills, I hear the sounds Of the laughter and playful songs Through my heart memories spark Of the many autumn days gone by Allyson St. Augustine School My Little Buddy Cassie Donald P. Timony Grammar School Life The friends we make, The ups and downs we take, Happy memories feel so warm Sad memories build like a storm. Traveling on dirt roads trying to find the right path Many celebrations and we always have a blast. It s the good things we look forward to And when we need help, friends always come through. It s the good things that come in small packages. Brooke Spofford Pond School page 38 Apple Sauce

41 In the Night Have you ever wondered what happens at night? As we head off to slumber, the nocturnal world comes to life THUMP, SCREECH, CRACKLE, CRASH Who knows where those noises are coming from? Hoot, hoot, the wise old owl says as he keeps watch Maybe you hear the faint murmuring of coyotes planning their attack Or the hush sound of two fuzzy bunnies clamoring through the leaves Every so often, there is the thud of an acorn falling to the ground With the shimmering moon as their nightlight, the baby raccoons hunt for a snack As our day ends, theirs begins. As the sun rises, the rustle fades to silence They wait all day for night to fall To come out and explore again The only things they have to fear is us and if the moon never reappears Lauren West Middle School Untitled Crystallyn Henry K. Oliver Middle School Winter 2014, Vol. XV, No.1 page 39

42 Hockey Hockey can be easy But in the rink it s always breezy. The ice is always cold, So I ve been told Hockey is fun if you play in-house You might even see a skating mouse. I always play hockey because it s fun, And you get dry land in the sun. But that s not all, Kids can play, Whether tall or small. Aaron Marsh Grammar School Self-portrait Julian South Lawrence East Middle School Stormy Night Emily, Comprehensive Grammar School page 40 Apple Sauce

43 Horse Tea, Tenney Grammar School Not The City Of The Damned I am from A place I call home. A land where there are struggles but at the end of the day there is always a shining light I m from the place of opportunity. I am from A place of disturbance Where there are drug addicts But also shooting stars that glisten and make a change in the world I am from A place hoping for change! Where a community comes together I am from A place I call home NOT THE CITY OF THE DAMNED For now and forever Elianise Parthum Educational Complex This Is War (A Tribute To Syria) Destructive, death-filled, madness While we live in paradise, they live in sadness Slowly dragging day by day Wishing to feel the sun s happy rays Open your eyes to the world beyond! Out of their happiness they were conned We die to live while they live to die We reach for the sky while they just cry. Look past the media and hear the truth, I weep for every drop of blood, shed by the old and the youth. So now you ve heard, but my voice is weak, We can stand up together and war will no longer reek. Maya St. Augustine School Winter 2014, Vol. XV, No.1 page 41

44 I remember when my mom said that we were moving here. I got really sad because I had to leave my best friends, the best neighborhood ever, and especially my grandparents. I thought that my mom was kidding. When she said that she was going to give our house to someone else, I also thought that she was kidding. When I saw strangers come to our house to look around I couldn t believe it. I was shocked. I felt weird too because I had lived there since I was 5. At the time we were moving I was 11. After two months passed my mom picked the family that would be taking our house, so we had to start cleaning and get ready to move. The next month was June. I was both happy and sad because it was my birthday but we would also soon be moving. On July 1st, we were going to be moving to America. I wanted my last birthday in Puerto Rico to be special. I wanted a sleepover with my girls and a pool party for all of my friends. My cake was a picture of my grandparents, my friends and me. The flavor was chocolate. It was my best birthday ever. Three days later was July 1st. In the morning I got ready to go, but I wasn t ready to say goodbye. It was hard to say goodbye to everyone, plus I was supposed Worth It Jazheel South Lawrence East Middle School to graduate from 6th grade that year but I couldn t since I was leaving. When I said goodbye to my best friends we were all crying. I gave them something to have when I m not there with them so they d always remember me. When I said goodbye to my grandparents, it was even harder. It broke my heart when I saw them crying. I had never seen my grandpa cry before. When we went to the airport and got on the plane, I said goodbye to beautiful Puerto Rico.. It will always be my favorite island. It was July 2nd when I got to America. I was happy to see my cousins and Aunts. I hadn t seen them for a long time. At first, it was like a vacation, but then school started. I was nervous and my English wasn t very good yet. I will never forget the first person I met as a friend. Her name was Rossemary. She was nice to me, and that helped me start meeting other people. After a few months, I was sitting in class and just started crying thinking about my friends and family back in Puerto Rico. Two years later and life has been really good. My English has improved and I am more comfortable living here. When I look back, and see where I am, now I know everything was worth it. page 42 Apple Sauce

45 Winter Memories Winters and winters ago, Playing in the white frosty snow, The windy day, With the snow blowing past me, Throwing hard snowballs, Giving my cousin a black eye, When we laughed and trembled through the snow, Losing our boots, Before we drank hot cocoa, In front of the old fireplace, Before I burnt my finger, On the marshmallow smoky stick, The Power Of Music Music makes the heart sing. As the notes are playing, the entire world goes mute. It shuts down. Music brings you into a wonderland. Feelings are expressed As the notes travel through the brain. The unsaid may be spoken. The rules may be broken. Everything is possible. Music is powerful. Victoria Marsh Grammar School When we made dark snow tunnels, Jumping through them, One by one, Those are the winter days I remember. Alice Wood Hill Middle School Soccer Star Katelyn, Sacred Hearts School Winter 2014, Vol. XV, No.1 page 43

46 Dreaming I go to bed happy and that s where it starts. My mind goes all crazy and them I am off. My dreams this week were all around the world; I danced, I sang, and I ran to see the beautiful sights. On Monday, I was in a hot air balloon flying over an erupting volcano in Hawaii. Then I had a terrific Tuesday in Paris climbing the Eiffel Tower and dancing when I reached the top. On Wednesday, I was skiing down treacherous slopes in Antarctica, with pretty polk-a-dotted purple penguins right by my side. Then on Thursday, I spent the whole day climbing Mt. Everest. When I reached the summit, it was magnificent. Friday I went to New York City. Times Square was noisy with loud honks. I saw Ellis Island and the Statue of Liberty from a ferry. I saw a Broadway show and finally ran down Fifth Avenue to reach Central Park. On Saturday, I went to Australia and played with koala bears and snorkeled with amazing colorful fish. Sunday was my favorite day because I went to Nashville for a Taylor Swift concert. I sang and shouted with the rest of the crowd. Sun and Moon The sun is like an abstract masterpiece, with brilliant shades of fiery red, yellow and orange. The moon is like a round clay sculpture, calm, smooth and gray. The sun is like an upbeat guitar melody, energizing, and easy to wake up to. The moon is like a classical evening lullaby, gentle and mellow, relaxing you into a soft sleep. The sun is like a puppy, full of energy and wanting attention. The moon is like a kitten, quiet and sleepy, and in no particular rush. The sun is a leader, the outgoing one, without whom the group would be dysfunctional. The moon is the shy one, that keeps to himself but is full of pleasant surprises. The sun tells me to take chances, while the moon reminds me that it s okay to not like change. Sarah West Middle School My dreams took me many places and I wonder where they will take me next week? Anna Spofford Pond School page 44 Apple Sauce

47 Spencer Isabelle, Doherty Middle School Baseball The roar of the crowd, Smelling peanuts and cracker jacks The pop of leather on leather Fresh cut grass falling through your fingertips Venders yelling from every angle Giving high-fives to all of your teammates The chill down your spine as you sit on the bench Glaring at the enemy Staring at the enemy Intimidating the enemy You know the next 7 months will be the hardest. You know you will be the best You will conquer all odds and win the pennant. This is your year. This is your season. This is opening day. This is a baseball life. This is my life. Michael Sacred Hearts School My Nana My Nana, slow but graceful, Shuffling in her blingy jumpsuits, With her short, blonde hair, And her shiny, pink nail polish. With her house full of modern furniture, Her effort to still be young, And the smell of sautéed onion, From the kitchen, As I walk through the front door. Her soft humming to Frank Sinatra, As she wraps her arms around me, Giving a kiss that sucks the air out of my ear. With her positive attitude, And her smile of white teeth, And purple gums. Her white Sketcher sneakers, And the confused look, When she s working with technology, And how she sits down to rest, In the same brown chair every time. Natalie Wood Hill Middle Winter 2014, Vol. XV, No.1 page 45

48 Dream Catcher Irielen, Comprehensive Grammar School Flowing elegantly, Like nature s soothing breeze. The reason for life Drifting in the seas. Dependent we are, Yet deprived are some Wishing and waiting, For a drop to come. Hungry, parched, dehydrated souls, Under the punishing sun. Gasping, wheezing, puffing, choking, And the feeling that life is done. Singing happily in the shower While this resource is wasted, Water Is a content and wealthy man, For thirst he s never tasted. Many of us, even I, Have squandered it down the drain, Not thinking once for the beings Who cry for it in vain. Desperate are those who crave for liquid, They have no place to turn, Toil at earth day and night For the drop that they earn. Spread the word, throughout the world Of mortals who will falter They crave the essential need That is water! Vishvesh St. Augustine School page 46 Apple Sauce

49 Doe The doe with her slender frame, Standing near the tree line, Her pointed ears twitching nervously, At every sound. The rays of sunlight, Dappling her fuzzy back, Giving a lighter color to her fur, Like a woman with highlights. Her eyes are quickly scanning, Until she notices me, And freezes, Still as a castle, With its cold stone floors abandoned, And cobwebs slowly spreading. But her soul isn t abandoned, Yet, Warm, amber irises, Like endlessly deep pools, Their many layers slowly melting. Kate Wood Hill Middle School Nyala Meghan Doherty Middle School Winter 2014, Vol. XV, No.1 page 47

50 There was once a man and a woman. They traveled far and wide just to lay their eyes upon each other. The woman had beautiful golden hair that shone brilliantly in the sunlight. Her eyes were deep pools of blue that sparkled like pure diamonds. The man had hair as black as night. He was stiff, and not very keen about showing his emotions. However, the woman could see right through him. She could see that he had formed a barrier around his heart, one that had prevented him from loving another. Determined to penetrate this protective shield, the woman handed the man a flower. She said, This flower is your aid. It will melt away the ice that surrounds your heart. The man only stared perplexed by this peculiar statement. The woman said nothing more; she simply walked away, her delicate figure swaying as she took each step. The man spent days, weeks, trying to unravel this queer message the woman had left him. He only sat there, dazed staring at the flower. It had begun to wilt, so the man started to care for it. He placed it in a glass vase and filled it with water. He changed the water constantly, and made sure it always had enough sunlight. Years passed and still the flower survived. One day, a bald man with an abnormally large mustache appeared at his door. He bared the news that the woman had died of cancer a few weeks ago. Torn apart, the man sent the messenger away, and locked himself in a dark room. He stared at the flower, a single tear dropping to the floor as the last petal fell. The man picked up the petal, allowing one last tear to escape his weary Legendary Lovers eyes. This time the tear descended to the petal, releasing an enchantment the woman had left on the flower. A dazzling array of colors lit up the dark room, and a single scrap of paper drifted into the man s hands. It read: My dearest loved one; by the time you read this I will be dead. If you are reading this, it means you have finally freed yourself from isolation. I am proud of you, and you should be proud of yourself. Farewell my love, we will meet again soon. Enclosed in the letter was another flower. This flower would bloom for eternity, allowing the man to love another, until the day he was reunited with his true love. Sydney Timony Grammar School Spring Blossom Liliana Sacred Hearts School page 48 Apple Sauce

51 The Fleet of Brigantine Eric, Wood Hill Middle School Why I Love Fall Warm and cozy sweaters and snuggly boots, Cooler weather and falling leaves Snuggled up in multiple blankets Reading with a piping hot cup of liquid chocolate. Halloween candy, pumpkin spice cupcakes and candle scents to reminisce on. Rosy cheeks and pumpkin patches. Dancing through the crisp leaves and listening to laughter Apple pies and apple picking, Seasonal fairs and pumpkin patches. Can you see this picture that I m painting? It s all of the beautiful wonders of fall, My favorite season Alyssa Sacred Hearts School Winter 2014, Vol. XV, No.1 page 49

52 Where I m From I am from the capital of the Dominican Republic, Santo Domingo I grew up there, I was taught by loving family I come from a background where people say what they think, Where people are free to do what they want Where I m from nobody judges you Where you have fun It doesn t matter if you don t have a good house, or a good school, It just matters that you have a family that loves you Where I m from is a place that you would like to be Where people know who you are, and treat you right They don t care how you look, or what your appearance is, If you are small or tall, fat or skinny They just care about who you are I am from a place I will never forget I will never regret being from the Dominican Republic Pamela Parthum Educational Complex Animal Cell Haylee, Henry K. Oliver Middle School page 50 Apple Sauce

53 The Cape House In the house that I rented on the Cape, I would always pick the same room Baby blue walls and candles that smelled Like peppermint mocha Looking through the old birch dressers Hoping someone had left something behind. Chugging down bottles of Snapple Raspberry Iced Tea Having movie nights on Saturday With the girls next door Who always seemed to wear pink In the house that I rented on the Cape My favorite time was evening Sitting on the old chipped back porch Hoping that maybe tomorrow I might surf the big wave Crying when there wasn t any strawberry ice cream left Throwing the bowl on the table Stomping upstairs And back to bed In the house that I rented on the cape I begged for a dog every day One that could jump in the water with me And hold up their head Even when the big waves crashed over Sweeping us under Onto the cold sandy ocean floor I tip-toed into my parents room at night The wood floor creaking beneath I always said I had a nightmare But never really did Just wanted a warm hug And lemonade Grace Wood Hill Middle School Born From The Flames John Doherty Middle School Bully See that person? She was my friend. Now she could care less. She talks about me. She hits me. She writes stuff on my profile. What did I do to deserve this?? I ll tell you. Nothing. Absolutely nothing. Is she jealous? Is she better than me? Am I as ugly as she says? I say I don t care. I say I m fine. But am I really? See that person? She was my friend, now she s my bully. Penny Sacred Hearts School Winter 2014, Vol. XV, No.1 page 51

54 The Child Of Dust (Based on a picture from class. This is one in a series of Haikus) A small child in rags, he is covered by fierce dust. Small shack of dust mounds. I cannot help him. I cannot stop the dust storms. I cannot save him. Small rickety shack, Hidden, hardly visible. Barely evident. Black, grey destruction. Blankets of death and despair. Pneumonia awaits. Greysen West Middle School The Big Apple There once was a mother named The Big Apple. She gave birth to twins named South T and North T. There really wasn t a better place to be. Other individuals thought very differently. They decided to do a really bad thing; something that made the USA reunite as a team. There was screaming and shouting. Everyone felt a scare, As they watched the heart of New York Go down in despair. Edwin South Lawrence East Middle School Under The Sea Alexander Tenney Grammar School page 52 Apple Sauce

55 Pond In The Past Emily, Marsh Grammar School The City Of Promise I am from the west side of Broadway, Lawrence, MA, talented city I was born on April 21st You know the basics. Walking down the street with my leather boots, tied up hair, vintage-style on a hot 80 Summer day. Remembering those long beach walks with that special someone. Reunited and it feels so good. I am that girl you would see on the street with oversized sweaters and boots. I am the quiet one, yet so outgoing. I am from Lawrence, the city of promise. I believe in repentance, rebellion, commitment and determination. As long as you believe you can make it. Emily Parthum Educational Complex Winter 2014, Vol. XV, No.1 page 53

56 Burst Of Beauty Ryan, Doherty Middle School Better Why do I feel sad when it rains? Why does my happiness strike when the sun shines? I think I might know why. Everything in my lie is affected by my surroundings. If there is negative energy around me and detrimental people in my life, I too will feel this way and it will effect the people around me in an adverse way. So instead everyone should, Spread the positive vibes, Stop the violence, Care about each other, And love each other more. We all need to be good people, to meet good people. It s an endless cycle that could save the world, And could save lives. I now know that I have unraveled the answers and the virtues that everyone should possess in life. Cristal Timony Grammar School page 54 Apple Sauce

57 Autumn Bliss On a cool brisk day In a huge colorful pile Of crimson and golden leaves Under the foliage filtered sun Into the pile we jump Out of the pile we run Into the warm, comforting house Under soft cozy blankets Near a blazing fireplace, my family and I relax After a good night s sleep Out of the house we run For a long morning walk Through the imposing, yet inviting woods Under the falling colorful leaves Among the scurrying forest animals With the scent of autumn in the air Under the ever-changing trees To the house, my family and I return for a break Outside the house In the muddied lawn With a football in my mittened hand. Under the unproductive, late afternoon sun To my brother, I toss the ball Into the makeshift end zone between our two maple trees With my family, we cheer, laugh and celebrate being together. Brianna St. Augustine School Winter Fresh snow, cold and bright, Powder with lots of height, Snowflakes falling The mountains calling, The fresh tracks On the blocks. Harry Sacred Hearts School Years and Years Ago Inspired by Dylan Thomas Years and Years ago When Barney was my best friend When markers were forbidden and hidden on high shelves When naptime was a child s worst nightmare That always ended up with me in my room When timeouts were 50% of my life And when Cheerios were all I ever ate When Crayola was a name brand When tutus were in style When sunglasses were too big for my face And when hide and seek was a go-to game When school was not yet a chore And when I believed the snack Goldfish were alive Before I was a child that lived in my sister s shadow And before my sister became the cute one Before the sister that stole my spotlight And before my life became torture in its own Emma Wood Hill Middle School Winter 2014, Vol. XV, No.1 page 55

58 Forever Lost There was once a town built on sadness, but also helping hands. The founders of the town tried to portray and capture the feelings of bliss, but try as they might their gloom always slithered its way into anything they crafted. They d splash colors of gloppy paint, even water-resistant paint, but eventually it would all fade to grey. They d sculpt high standing arts, but they always seemed to crash. The false hope this town had ran out, and so did their unfamiliarity. They eventually quit trying to be happy, so together they smiled in sorrow. This solemn, god-forsaken setting was very sad. The skies blotched dark with clouds, and a misty fog haunted life below. But they went on with this life. It was never a drag. They were just all filled full with a hole of longing and misplacement. Ironic, though, since they all felt the same and they all were together. Together as if it had become so much, it was becoming too much. The world around them was dancing by, flashing colors at a speed that was nauseatingly sick. It was simply too complicated. They just wanted it all back: their old world, feelings and thoughts. But it will never go back because it has always been like this; they have always been like this. Forlorn and forever lost. Amanda Doherty Middle School Self portrait Angel South Lawrence East Middle School page 56 Apple Sauce

59 The word itself makes me want to smilebeautiful. It s the sound of pine needles crunching beneath my feet and the way that ocean water is always so cold but never cold enough to make me get out. It s the moment before the last drop of sun slips beneath the wavesbefore I am covered in a cool blanket of darkness. It s the soft twinkle of the scattered stars painted on the dark, smooth canvas of nighttime. Like the sunrise, you are beautiful. To me, you are beautiful. To me, you have hung the sun in the sky, mixed the paints and blended the colors until it was just rightas I would do for you. To me, you are the sun and the moon. You shine in the darkness and lead me. You rise over the choppy, black waves and turn the sky from black to blue, teach the birds to sing, and the trees to dance. You flatter the seeds buried in the soil, coax them from their hiding places and shine light on their small, green leaves. Sometimes you grow dimthe weight of the sky around you crashing in grows too heavy, Something Beautiful Charlotte West Middle School and the other suns who seem to shine much brighter laugh too loudly at your feeble attempt to light the sky. Your faint glow, it seems, cannot shine through the darkness anymore. It was so much easier when no one was watching and waiting for you to burn out. You shed warm, golden tearssundropsand they fall onto the earth, like rain, sinking into the cool soil behind my house. I watch these sundrops fall and wonder- what caused the sun to cry? I watch as you in all your beauty slowly fade away into the steely blackness of the night. I squeeze my eyes shut, and tears spill down my face. For a moment, all is quiet. Then I remember. I push the door open and step into the soil behind my house and find two small leaves poking their heads out from the ground, stretching towards the skythe beginning of a sunflower. The beginning of you. The beginning of something beautiful. Winter 2014, Vol. XV, No.1 page 57

60 Where I m From I m from Santo Domingo, Dominican Republic, Lawrence, MA I m the daughter of Pablo and Patricia I m from Clean your room. I m from getting Honor Roll I m from getting leukemia and getting cured I m from crying in the cafeteria after I lost my tooth and losing my tooth I m moving on almost I m from Do your homework. I m from making a few mistakes at home I m from watching TV I m from eating rice and beans I m from using electronics I m from using the laptop The Presentation During the presentation I was jittery inside More than a little anxious Stuttering During the presentation Twenty-four pairs of eyes Were all on me Jacob Wood Hill Middle School Helen Parthum Educational Complex Owl Gretchen, West Middle School page 58 Apple Sauce

61 Untitled Martha, Henry K. Oliver Middle School Run The sound of laughter fills the air as recess begins, The playground is alive with the shouts of scores, Friends, and who-likes-whom. But I lay quietly in the field, apart from all the action, Watching as a boy scores a touchdown. I look to my left and see a hole in the gate, probably from an animal. The trees seem to call my name and beckon me to join them. Maisy, Maisy, come, come, I don t think. I just run. I make a break for the gate, easily slipping through the hole. My laughter increases as I run through the forest, for I am home, Where I belong. Few kids gather round, but leave, with no idea what had just happened. Probably thought it was just a raccoon. All the leaves turn and chatter, telling each other Maisy s home! Maisy s home! For I am, after all. I find some tree branches and a pile of straw dumped from a school event, And build myself a little hut. After quite a while playing, the bell rings and I must leave. The chatter dies as the forest realizes what is happening, But I promise to come back tomorrow. The wind fingers at my hair one last time as I reach the gate. And I run. Abby Marsh Grammar School Winter 2014, Vol. XV, No.1 page 59

62 Too Hot! Emma, Doherty Middle School Lost Her eyes cry out, it became unseen shaking, trembling I was asleep? It suspiciously growled ignored but looked deadly I was willing, if he said I was friendly Kiaralee E. Timony Grammar School page 60 Apple Sauce

63 The Show Is About To Start The show is about to start My face is coated with loud makeup Blush bringing life to cheeks As pale as a sheet Drowning in anxiety Hundreds of people Around him he sees Not seeing his father among the soldiers And the flags Untitled Seeing hats, suits, and dressy shoes Still not seeing His father Just hearing some news Oh Father Father, where could he be? Where s my daddy Please come back Back to mommy and me. Raising his hand Saluting his father Not knowing if it was obligated Or was it just a scene? Tears in his heart Last day, last minute Danisha South Lawrence East Middle School The show is about to start Sweaty palms Nervous, darting eyes Fumbling with microphones The show is about to start My breath is shallow, shaky I hope I won t reek of failure When soft, velvet curtains sweep Across the stage, a symbol of finality The show is about to start The sharp metallic scent of hairspray Surrounds me, choking me The air buzzes with anticipation An inseparable coil of panic and excitement The show is about to start My brain is falling out of my ears I struggle to remember everything Worried that I will stand on the stage Like an abandoned marionette The show is about to start Abrupt music shatters the silence My heart is beating hard in my chest The only thing that I m aware of is dread Overcoming my senses Suddenly I hear my cue The show has started. Natalie Doherty Middle School Winter 2014, Vol. XV, No.1 page 61

64 Solar System Brian, Henry K. Oliver Middle School Bacon I see it become unwrapped I see the rawness on the edges Then it happens. It gets put in the pan. The first thing I hear is, Crack, sizzle, pop And then I can almost taste the slice right on the pan Its golden, crisp edges, then it gets flipped And it happens all over again, the crack, sizzle, pop Again, I can taste it right off the pan. Then after about ten minutes It gets put on the plate and its golden crisp edges I can still see it bubbling. I take one bite And all I taste is the sweetness Tenderness, Of just one bite I take. Leah Doherty Middle School page 62 Apple Sauce

65 My name is Chris Clover and I am the mayor of Shamrockville. Shamrockville is home to all kinds of fairies, elves, gods, and goddesses. But it is also home to a pesky leprechaun named Patrick. For months, Patrick has been causing trouble riding the fairies sheep and dogs during the night. He has also been going into everybody s houses and taking their gold. I have tried to sneak up on him while he is mending his shoes. This is the only time Patrick sits still. But we have had no luck so far. I need to capture Patrick and have him return the gold. Because of the bad economy, the town has a lot of bills to pay. I think Patrick has the gold hidden in the forest of Antrim. I have tried to retrieve the gold, but have not been able to get past the forest s magical green shield. So, this is why I had the Four Leaf Clover Fun Center built in Shamrockville. This Fun Center is going to lure Patrick. It will distract him and make him stay in one place. This Fun Center has all the things he would like. First of all, it has an arcade where Patrick can use gold tokens to try and Four Leaf Clover Fun Center Christopher Comprehensive Grammar School win the pot of gold. He will try over and over again the Lucky PacMan and LuckBall games to win, but he will have no luck. Patrick will get tired and need a drink and snack. He then can go to Lucky s Snack Shop where I have left delicious Shamrock cupcakes and marshmellow cereal for him to eat. He is going to overeat and stuff himself. This will make him move slower. Finally, he is going to see the Shamrock Ride. Once he gets on the ride, it will spin Patrick around very fast and make him dizzy. He won t be feeling well and he will tell the ride operator (me in disguise) that he needs to get off the ride. But instead of stopping the ride, I will pull a lever and a net will fall over him. This net is going to be hidden inside of a green plant in the wall near the shamrock balloons. Once Patrick is captured, I will have men in emerald arrest him and bring him to Judge Rainbow. Judge Rainbow will tell Patrick he has a choice to make: tell where the gold is hidden or be locked away in the Four Leaf Clover Fun Center forever. The Roman Bridge Joey, Marsh Grammar School Winter 2014, Vol. XV, No.1 page 63

66 I am Julio I am from Lawrence, Mass. I am from my parents and Climbing out of my crib From playing mermaid in the bathtub. I am from walking my dog, Coco And the noise he makes when I step on his tail. I am from my sheep nightlight And Blue s Clues and the Dora I am from spinning until I can t tell where I am and Seeing the world upside-down I Am Julio I am from long days at school And hurrying home to watch Pokemon From chocolate chip cookies at Grandma s house Julio Parthum Educational Complex I am from August days in the pool And running through the sprinklers, From my imaginary friends and The games we used to play Like doctor and patient, teacher and student I am from trips to the grocery store And that time I fell out of the cart onto the sticky lemonade. Clockwise Ainsley, Spofford Pond School page 64 Apple Sauce

67 Perfection! Perfect. They say nobody s perfect, but that s a lie. Everybody s perfect in my little eye. You re perfect, and so are you, because of the little tiny things you do. From teaching to cleaning, to baking a pie. Hey, wait, if everybody s perfect, then so am I! Rayna Tenney Grammar School Owl Zentangle Stine Doherty Middle School Fall The ground gets colder and the air gets frosty Time to get the winter blankets out Wash all of the coats, boots, and scarves For the colder months ahead Summer is gone and the birds are too They can feel it in their feathers The leaves are changing so fast before our eyes Red, orange, yellow, brown, and light green Fall has many colors to show A splendid display before the winter gray. Sam Sacred Hearts School House Dog I have swallowed, You science homework, It was just sitting, On the kitchen counter Which is why, You are probably Running around the house, Beating up your little brother I m sorry but, The blue ink tasted so good And your pencil was a nice treat I know it was cruel But I was feeling sad, And I needed a good tail-wagger, To cheer me up. Connor Wood Hill Middle School Winter 2014, Vol. XV, No.1 page 65

68 World War II Journal: The Battle Of Normandy Journal Entry - June 6th, 1944 Normandy, France My name is Private John and I was in the second company during the Battle of Normandy. Seconds after our boat landed on the beach, the gunfire started. We immediately took over. The firing of the machine guns made a ringing sound in my ears. I almost missed my commander yell, Take out those turrets! I looked up and noticed a bunker with three men stationed each at a turret. I jumped up from behind the rusty clump of fuzzed metal I was hiding behind and immediately started to fire. I wasn t used to so much power even though we practiced with the same semi-automatic rifles at training camp. I tried to run, but my legs felt like jelly. All I could do was stand there and fire. I suddenly felt a sharp pain in my chest like a thousand bees had just stung me. I looked down and saw a steady stream of blood dribbling down my body. I suddenly felt light-headed and before I knew it, I hit the sandy beach. The last thing I remembered was hearing faint screams and then everything went black. When I awoke, my chest felt different. I looked down and saw a bloodstained patch on my chest. I noticed a man that I had seen on one of the other boats. What what happened? I murmured. After the turrets were taken out, I found you lying on the ground almost bled to death. I picked you up, dragged you here, dug out that bullet and patched up your wound, he said. Where s here? I asked in disbelief. You don t remember, do you? he replied with a comical tone of voice. Remember what? I asked. You woke up after about a mile and said you could walk by yourself. You barely made it here before passing out again, he said. Before I could reply, I heard a gunshot and was suddenly sprayed with blood. The man who saved me fell to the ground. I fell out of the makeshift bed and pulled the rifle from his hands. I stumbled up and fired wildly. I must have gone through a dozen clips before I saw a body fall from the tree. I walked up to the body and knew it was German. He said one thing to me before he died. It was Mir mir heflen. He was trying to say help me. I still remember those words like I d heard them yesterday. I searched his belt and found one of those German automatic pistols. It still had half a clip left. I suddenly remembered the man who saved me. I turned around and there he was, lying in a pool of blood. I ran over just in time to hear him say, Go. Then, he did something I will never forget. He started to cry. He cried and cried and then he just stopped. He just stopped and closed his eyes. I never got to ask for his name. I had to bury him. I pulled a shovel out of his bag and dug. I dug for hours until I had dug a ditch large enough to fit a giant. I dragged his lifeless body to the ditch, placed him in, and buried him. I picked up the rifle and pistol lying next to the German and started walking. All I could think about was that man who saved me. Jack Doherty Middle School page 66 Apple Sauce

69 Summer s End Robbie Spofford Pond School Untitled I m from Minecraft I fight spiders, zombies, endermen, blazes, ghasts, witches and skeletons Any of these monsters can drain your health and kill you I use a sword, a pickaxe and an axe To survive I collect resources Where I m from, monsters spawn at night The only thing to protect me is my house and my weapons I have health bat to fill it up I need to eat food I go mining to collect minerals I you mine bedrock you will fall out of the world Minecraft is a world filled with possibilities The Minecraft world is endless Obey Parthum Educational Complex Winter 2014, Vol. XV, No.1 page 67

70 I Am I am a mirror That reflects your beauty or disgust I am a fruit That you eat just to taste its juicy flavor I am a flower That blooms in spring but eventually dies I am a butterfly Who spreads its wings wide open for you to Spot its beautiful colors I am a paper That waits for you to express all your ideas And thoughts I am me A perfect young lady who is very talented Who are you? Mildred Timony Grammar School Cornrows Daria, Spofford Pond School page 68 Apple Sauce

71 Girl In The Paper Marisa West Middle School Kennedy The sense of Camelot came rushing through me; Suddenly, I was transported to a time of knights and princesses and kings. The sound of people cheering and the engine of a car ringing in my ear; With a blink of an eye, a small soldier saluted his father, And the Eternal Flame was lit. Emmy South Lawrence East Middle School Winter 2014, Vol. XV, No.1 page 69

72 Untitled Reyna, Henry K. Oliver Middle School My Story My almond eyes have been glazed by sadness My personality has been dimmed My laugh feels fake My parents are getting divorced I refuse to let anyone in I shouldn t get comfortable I don t know how long I ll stay I can never tell when I have to pack up and move The girl by herself is me The girl no one has heard of is me The girl with the curly hair is me The girl that is always the third wheel is me My story isn t always a good one My story may be boring My story represents me Boston Emmanuel Boston Wood Hill Middle School page 70 Apple Sauce

73 Honey For The Bees Caroline St. Augustine School

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