The Camp-Out




The Camp-Out
by 
Brooke Bickel
(age 14)



Dear Laurel, 

  I am having a camp out with Lilee, Aileen, and Tawny. At Camp Kanesatake. 
June 14 - June 16. It would be great if you could join us.
Tents will be provided. If you can come, could you bring some pancake mix for everyone?     

Your best friend, 
Cadence

Laurel couldn't wait. She loved to be outside. She liked to climb trees, go fishing, and stargaze.  

After a long car ride, her dad finally got to the campground. She stepped out of the car and heard birds chirping. The sun was shining brightly through the trees. On one side, she saw a forest. On the other side, she saw a sparkling river. 
Laurel spotted Cadence by the river sitting at a picnic table. She said "goodbye" to her dad and headed over to say, "hello."

"Hi, Cadence! Where is everyone else?"

"They're at the campsite finishing setting up." She pointed to a path between two tall pines. "Wanna head over?"

"Actually, I need to use the restroom." 

"Okay. "


After being relieved, Laurel looked around for Cadence, but she wasn't there. Laurel thought she must have gone ahead, so she gathered her baggage and set off for the trail.

When she got to fork in the road, she set her bags down and took a quick drink of water. I wonder which path I should take. The one on the right looks a little overgrown. The one on the left looks more used. I think I'll take the left path. The sun was just beginning to set, and the trees hanging over the path made it look dark. I better hurry. I don't want to get stuck in the dark.  All by myself.  Alone.  An owl hooted. Suddenly, a twig snapped. Cautiously, Laurel scanned her surroundings.  Seeing nothing she shouldered her bags and continued down the darkening path. 

Suddenly, she saw something out of the corner of her eye. She stopped and made sure her eyes weren't playing tricks on her. They weren't. Laurel's feet couldn't move as she watched the shadowy figure step from tree to tree coming closer and closer. Suddenly she couldn't see it anymore. Where did it go? Should I hide or run for help? Should I just stay where I am and hope it didn't see me? 

"BOOOOO!!!"

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHH! CADENCE YOU SCARED ME!"


" Sorry, I wouldn't let you get lost. I wouldn't want you to miss out on the s'mores."

(Assignment for Basic Writing Lesson #12 - Climax)


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God is the One!




God is the One!
by Malcolm Blake
(age 7)

God is the only God
He can never be defeated
God can do anything.
He is the one that sends you life.
God is strong
He is the one that saves your life!




(original and dictated )

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Temujin and Borte




Temujin and Borte

Written and Read
by
Caylyn R. Colburn
(age 11)





Long ago, far away
For two people, twas a special day.
Nine-year old Temujin was meeting his wife-
To-be for the very first time in his life!

Her name was Borte, she was near his age.
At least that's what I heard from the local sage.
Several years passed, then Temujin came
And asked Borte's father to give him his dame.

Borte gave a delighted sigh,
Her family said goodbye,
As away they went riding.
Borte's eyes brightly shining!

Poor Borte! This way it could not stay,
For an enemy tribe kidnapped her one day,
And took the poor dear far away.

O Borte! She feared and she hoped,
She poked and she moped!
Until, one night, as she lay
In the dead of night, she heard someone say,

"Where is Borte? We are under attack!"
Then someone came in with a sack.
"Get into the cart . . . it's outside. Hurry!"
Then out they went in a hurried flurry.

Into the cart they leaped,
All crowded together and heaped,
(There were other people in the cart,
Most were cowards on their part.)

When Borte heard a lot of noise
And recognized her husband's voice
Calling her name. O how sweet it sounded!
And out of the cart she bounded!

On she rain, into the fray,
As over and over Temujin would say,
"Borte! Borte! I am here!"
Oh, How sweet those sounds to hear!

She found his horse and
Grasped the reigns and
He looked down. In a moment
They were in each others' arms,
Free from all cares, fears and alarms.

And Borte lived happily
Ever after with Temujin.
This happened in the Middle Ages.
Don't ask me how I know, ask the sages!




(original and self-edited)
Note:  Temujin is more known as Genghis Khan. 



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A Mysterious Note



A Mysterious Note
by
Evelyn Webber
(age 10)



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...]     <.[     }.. .**~     ;.....)

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Answer Key - 
A-.    B- !    C-@   D-#   F-;   G-$    H-%    I-...   J-^      K-&    L-*   M-(     N-)
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Lulu the Caterpillar




Lulu the Caterpillar
by
Cora Blake
(age 5)

She is a hornworm.  She is green. 
She has a red horn. She has 16 dots
that look like eyes. She has cute
white stripes on her back. 

The End


(original and self-edited)


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A Psalm




A Psalm
by
Malcolm Blake
(age 6)

All everywhere you go, 
you see God's creation.
If you climb a mountain,
or climb a tree,
or go on a hike,
you see God's creation.



(dictated to his mother)

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"Teaching Book"


Teaching Book
by
Sawyer Godwin
(age 5)










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