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2012 Student Writing Published

Several Stone students' works have earned spots in poetry publications.

Emmylou's poem, The Race, was accepted for the

Young American Poetry Digest

as well as to beprinted in

the Greenville News Kids Page.

Emmylou Anderson

The Race

by Emmylou Anderson, 4th Grade

The red Hyundai whizzes by

So fast that now it's pink.

The fans go screaming

Now it's gone

Though people just yell for kicks.

Around it comes

Once again

And wind flies to your face.

And then it disappears behind you

Without a single trace.

Samba's Gold

by Sophie Young, 3rd grade

Robbie and I laugh on the half-mile to school.

Samba paddles to work 200 miles from home.

I say "Hi" to my third grade teacher, Ms. Watson.

Samba has no other 9-year-olds to talk to.

My day starts with polygons.

His day begins in a 9-story mine.

During reading, we work on vocabulary words.

Samba pulls rocks and dirt from the gold mine.

Samantha dodges the ball I throw at her in P.E.

Samba sifts through the rock and dirt for gold.

During recess I chase my friends around the playground.

He cleans golden crumbs with mercury.

Samantha and I talk about dodgeball while eating sloppy joes.

He carries gold to the elders.

I'm writing a research report about an ox.

Samba returns to the mine to dig.

Reading time: Evangeline Mudd looks for apes in the jungle.

Samba is pulling up more dirt and rocks from the mine.

In science when we're talking about consumers and producers,

Samba washes himself in murky water.

I shove my homework folder into my backpack before the bell rings.

He is bringing gold to the elders.

Mom made my favorite, spaghetti and meatballs, for dinner.

Samba collects his payment, a bag of dirt.

Samba's story unfolds on the computer.

Some people in England are trying to help him.

I wonder if he will ever become what he wants to be.

I want to help him by convincing people to buy Fair Trade Gold.

I fall asleep in my soft bed with my pink comforter.

Samba returns home to a plastic hut.

I dream of winning a tennis tournament.

Samba dreams beside a machine that grinds up gold and a little bit of him.

Sophie Young

Sophie Young, third grade student in Ms. Watson's class,

has won first place and the People's Choice awards in the

grade 3-5 category of the annual

Carl Sandburg Student Poetry contest.

The competition is sponsored by the

Carl Sandburg Home National Historic Site

in Flat Rock, N.C.

Congratulations, Sophie!

Sophie & Robbie Young's tennis haikus

were accepted for publication

in the Young American Poetry Digest

Robbie & Sophie Young

Tennis
by Robbie Young

Tennis � heartbreaking
Fun, exciting, awesome, cool
Losing, nervous, sad

Tennis Fantasy
by Sophie Young

Dreams lob over nets
My mind soars to Wimbledon
I kiss my trophy.

Fear

by Holly Bruccoliere, 4th Grade
Dark, dark night around you
silent, silent night
unable to move, barely breathing
strange noises all around
scared, scared, scared
the night swallows you whole
a nightmare, a mere nightmare
but no, fear is real

Morning

by Holly Bruccoliere, 4th Grade
a steady stream of sunlight
shone through the window
at dawn

the birds begin to chirp
early in the morning
a beautiful time of day

a cool breeze whips through your hair
a rooster crow
fills the air
a yawn
a stretch
a lamp on

Morning.

Holly Bruccoliere

Holly's Poems were also chosen for

the Young American Poetry Digest.

C.J.'s poem, The Battle, is another

accepted by the Young American Poetry Digest.

C.J. Arnold

The Battle
By CJ Arnold, 4th Grade

The battle begins
and the knights attack
Darkness filling the battle field
Pawns racing toward the enemy
Bishops striking each other
Who will be victorious?
Smash,
Smash,
Smash,
Warriors falling
Sacrificed to survive
Destruction
Will the battle ever end?
4 warriors, 3 warriors.
One team wins
and the opponent declares a rematch
We set up the chess set
and the battle begins again

Rethinking Recycling-It's Easy to be Green

by Max Hajosy, 3rd Grade

It's not hard to be green.

Only a few steps will do.

Reduce and Reuse

Are Steps One and Two.

The Third Step is recycle,

Bottles, cans, and more.

Put them in your bin

And take them out the door.

Rethinking Recycling-It's Easy to be Green

by Elizabeth Hajosy, 1st Grade

For our family

It's easy to be green.

We compost and recycle

To keep the Earth very clean.

We care for our planet,

You can do it too.

Recycling will help the Earth.

Let's see what you can do!

Max and Elizabeth Hajosy have each won a grade level division of the American Chemical Society's Western Carolinas Local Section Annual Poetry Contest. Elizabeth won the K-2 division, and Max won the 3-5 division. Congratulations. And keep on recycling!

Elizabeth is the second place winner of the CCED 2012 National Illustrated Poem Contest in the Kindergarten to 2^nd grade category!

The A.B.C.�s of Life

by Brian Cockman

Brian was a student in Mrs. Bennett's 4th Grade class when he wrote this in the Spring of 2004.

Always be kind and caring.

Be acquainted with different people.

Care for others as you would care for yourself.

Dare to dream big things.

Earn your trust from others.

Follow the Golden Rule.

Giving is better than taking.

Have a very positive attitude.

Imagine many different things.

Jelly cream puffs make everything better.

Know yourself as well as you can.

Let your mind run free.

Mind your manners.

No material thing will make you happy.

Persevere through sad things.

Quitting activities is bad.

Remember the good things.

Stop to think about life.

Tell others about your feelings.

Unusual is a great personality.

Video games can brainwash you.

Wide-open spaces calm you down.

Xylophones make great music.

You are good as you are now.

Zany people are fun to be around.

Meals on Wheels

by Chaffee Thompson

Chaffee won third place in literature (primary category) at the state level in the 2003-04 PTA Reflections contest, "I am happy when....."

Meals on Wheels should be called "Smiles on Wheels". It makes me happy when I go to the door with food and see the people. They need my help because they can not fix food for themselves. It brings happiness and smiles to my heart. Knowing that I have brought smiles to them, that is what makes me happy!

What Liberty Means to Me

by Noah Garrett

(Noah won first place in the 2003 Liberty Properties Trust essay contest)

What does liberty mean to me? Hmmm. I've never really thought about it. In fact, I didn't even know the definition of liberty until I looked it up in my dictionary and this is what it said: " Liberty- the state of being free in an action or thought from the domination of others; freedom." I gave this definition a lot of thought and then I came up with my own.

Liberty is a privilege. It is the privilege of doing, saying, and being anything I want as long as I don't hurt anyone else. It is the privilege of standing up for what I believe is right and just. In other places, I might not be able to stand up for my beliefs. Instead, I might have to believe what the government tells me to.

Liberty is a thought to remember. I must remember that liberty has a price, and that one day we might be called upon to defend our liberty. I must remember that our ancestors long ago fought a terrible fight so that all of us in America might one day be free.

Liberty is a responsibility. I have a responsibility not to take liberty for granted, and to try to give the gift of liberty to other places and people around the planet. It is a responsibility to remember every day what liberty really is and to honor and respect the liberty of others.

Liberty means all three of these things to me: A privilege, a thought to remember, and a responsibility.

September 11 Writings: Tears For America

A compilation of poetry in honor of the victims of September 11. Lines were composed by every student in Ms. Norton's 4th grade class.

I Hold in My Hand...


I hold in my hand the torch that lights the path to true freedom. My torch welcomes others from foreign lands. I know no boundaries of race, religion, or speech. I will not see you by the color of your skin. I will not let the light of my torch fade so that the American Spirit will never fade.
If I could cry, I would weep many tears. I am the Statue of Liberty.
by Charlotte Guest, from Mrs. Cooper's 5th grade class
Hands

Why are there bad people? Why do so many people have to die? Will we win the war? Should I be afraid? I don't know the answers to these questions, but I know this for sure...

I hold in my hand another hand, and that hand holds someone else's hand, and on and on... Starting with just me in one city, in one town, in one state, in one country, and continuing around the whole world.
Together we are strong, and in our hands we hold the power to change the bad to good, the fear to joy, and the hate to love.
by Noah Garrett, from Miss Rick's 4th grade class
Heroes and Courage This piece was written in the Fall of 2002 for the PTA Reflections contest, Signs of Courage. Noah Garrett won 2nd place for Literature at the district level in the intermediate category.
Being a hero means doing something you're afraid of in order to help someone else. Have you ever stopped to think about how many people die or get seriously injured trying to help total strangers? For example, firemen go through flames to rescue people and give them a second chance to live. Sometimes they save people with just a hose and a lot of courage. There are a lot of other people who become heroes every day.
You don't have to be a fire fighter or a policeman to become a hero. For instance, a simple window washer was in one of the twin towers on 9/11 and he used the blade on his washer to open a stuck elevator and help the people inside climb out. So, you don't have to be a special person to become a hero, but you do have to have courage.
The people who are heroes have a lot of courage. They may be scared out of their wits, but somehow they are able to forget about their fears and put the needs of other people first. They do things like walk through flames or try to talk someone who is armed and dangerous out of committing a crime. That is how you become a hero and show people that you have enough courage to push your limits and take a risk to help others.
You don't have to be a hero to show signs of courage. You can show signs of courage every day by trying to do your best even though you are afraid. I think my brother shows signs of courage by going out on a football field and defending his team even though he might get hurt. I think I show signs of courage by standing in front of people to express my feelings through drama even though I know some people may laugh at me.
I believe that heroes must show signs of courage, but that ordinary people can show signs of courage without being heroes.
by Noah Garrett, Miss Leo's 5th grade class