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Peace is...

Posted on November 10, 2010 at 12:48 PM Comments comments (0)

Peace is the small blue waves lapping against the rocks,

Peace is not loud thunder and crashing white waves dragging logs out into the ocean


Peace is coming last and knowing you did your best,

Peace is not throw a huge tantrum cause you didn't come first


Peace is watching the white snow quietly fall,

peace is not a big snow storm


Peace is a cat and dog getting along,

not chasing one another


By Megan Weber

Peace

Posted on November 10, 2010 at 12:46 PM Comments comments (0)

Peace

 


Peace feels like my cat's fur rubbing on

my face or a hug from a friend.

 



It smells like a bouquet of flowers,

steaming hot chocolate and fresh air.

 



Peace looks like a new born baby, a

family getting along, like planting a

tree, watching the snow fall or

just being free.

 



It tastes like sourness and a hint of

sweetness or fresh warm chocolate

chip cookies that melt in your mouth.

 



Peace sounds like the laughter

of kids, like the  light rain tapping on

your umbrella or someone saying sorry to

someone they have hurt, it even sounds

like silence.

 

                                                                                                          by Sydney Robinson

 


Peace Poem

Posted on November 10, 2010 at 12:38 PM Comments comments (0)

                                Peace Poem



Peace feels like a hug coming from my

mom or dad in my bed with the dancing rain

drops on the window.


Peace looks like a sunny day outside

with your family watching the

flowers bloom and all the smiles

happening.



Peace tastes like the chocolate ice cream

on the tip of your tongue and the yummy

and crispy bacon dad makes in the morning.


Peace smells like the flowers outside

in the garden with all the fresh air

and the pizza for dinner with all the family

drinking their hot chocolate at night time.


                                                                                                                    By Devin Austin

peace

Posted on November 10, 2010 at 12:36 PM Comments comments (0)

                                                                   Peace   

Peace is  dogs and cats curled up family all around fresh air and happy people


Peace is frist snow fall, vanilla ice cream, a  nice cup of hot chocolate and people getting along


Peace is  first flower blooming,  fresh baked cookies and  rain falling and lots of fun


Peace is mom and dad kissing you,  a sunny day,  fresh waffles and syurp and a nice calm day on the lake


Peace is a fresh water river flowing,  hanging out with friends and the fresh smell of apple pie


Peace is favorite  food x2,  being free,  everyone  having  a home and smiles all around 


                                                                                                                                       By Dylan

I Am From

Posted on November 8, 2010 at 12:51 PM Comments comments (0)

     

 

 

I Am From

I am from drawing,dance and

basketball to“get out” and “shut up”.

I am from weddings in Summer Land

Vancouver and Surrey to broken

legs and devilled eggs.

I am from crab,steak and prawns

to ice cream and pasta.

I am from a flower girl to a guest.

I am from clean house to fights

and love.

                                       By Sydney

                                        Robinson

 

      

 


I Am From

Posted on November 8, 2010 at 12:46 PM Comments comments (0)

I am From ......                       

 

 

I am from hand-me-downs clothes to climbing trees and playing hockey.

 

Iam from playing on the rocks on the beach to seeing snakes slitherthrough the long grass and getting called names from my brother.

 

Iam from having coffee and chocolate chips for breakfast with grandpa toroasting marshmallows with family to playing on jungle gyms to talkingwith my friends on the phone all night long.

 

Iam from hearing the waves crash up against the rocks at night togetting doughnuts at Tim Horton’s  to making cookies with mom.

 



By Julia Kretzschmar

I Am From

Posted on November 8, 2010 at 12:43 PM Comments comments (0)

 I am From the big house up the long driveway , an identical sister and a musical brother


I am from three helpings of mashed potatoes and afternoon trips for bubble teas with stevie begging for more


I am from helping hands and put downs , sharing skirts and stealing leggings


I am from bacon and syrup, laughing until my face hurts and hours of dance with more in return


But mostly i am from a big family and lots of love.

I Am From Poem

Posted on November 8, 2010 at 12:40 PM Comments comments (0)

                         

I Am From...


I am from saying “wow” to eating

donuts and chips.

I am from playing soccer to

skateboarding with all my friends.

I am from getting stitches in my lip

to going to Mexico with my family.

I am from playing video games with

my dad to moving home to home.

I am from screaming and crying to

the quit noise of the heater.

 

By Devin Austin

I Am From Poem

Posted on November 8, 2010 at 12:40 PM Comments comments (0)

                         

I Am From...


I am from saying “wow” to eating

donuts and chips.

I am from playing soccer to

skateboarding with all my friends.

I am from getting stitches in my lip

to going to Mexico with my family.

I am from playing video games with

my dad to moving home to home.

I am from screaming and crying to

the quit noise of the heater.

 

By Devin Austin