The People
The people in the village, all cozy and warm
The little children building blocks with a funny form
The people in the city at a shopping mall
Their pets altogether, walking down the hall
The people in the country, in a barn so tall
The farm animals in a barnyard stall
All the people, different heights, all have one fright…
The fright of losing purpose
The fright of the wrong way
But just remember there is always one more day
Gather together
Chloe Tagg
Grade 4, Timberlea Public School
Bully Beware
Bully bully please beware,
I don’t like when you pull my hair.
Bully bully please STOP!
Or I will tell my
Mom, dad, teacher or a cop.
I will use “I” statements
to tell how I feel.
This will help to
make my heart heal.
I will stand up for everyone
So people in our school can have lots of fun!
And now our song is DONE.
Miss MacKinnon’s Class
Grade 2, Timberlea Public School
When You've Arrived
When you've arrived,
You'll know.
You will feel something
In the pit
Of your stomach,
You will also feel it
In your bones,
And to the tip,
Of your toes.
My arrival was
Through dance.
I gained confidence,
I felt self respect.
And I built on
My successes.
Although I stumbled
I always got up,
Pointed my toes,
Smiled
And
Just
Kept,
Dancing.
Jane Gibson
Grade 5, École St. Paul
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It's kind of like the truth
wrapped up around some lies;
like the sadness only
found in long good-byes.
It's devotion to a star
that isn't in your sky;
like having no excuse
for needing an alibi.
Interpret this way;
or is it like the sunrise;
changes every day.
It is kind of like a war cry
or a peaceful protest in the park;
like a horseback ride
on a blinded stallion in the dark.
It will stab you in its light
like a flame eager to expand,
like a jagged shadow in the night;
a cryptic dagger in its hand.
It's like a secret that no one has ever heard;
the chirping of a single bird, bird, bird.
A whisper only spoken by the wind,
like a breath from deep within.
Jody Pratt
