My Garden





My Garden 
by 
Audrey Blake
(age 8)


In my garden there are roses, marygolds, violets, and buttercups.

The fairies and butterflies fly around.

The bees buss everywhere.

The hummingbirds hum.

Everyone comes to see.

There are all kinds of flowers.

The butterflies are different too.

It is very crowded.

I love my garden, but it is all beautiful. 








(original and self-edited) 

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Jingee



Jingee

by

Gervais Blake (age 5)




Once there was a girl named Jingee. She climbed up a big hill. She had a lot of fun with her friends. 


There was a really, really, really big monster. He had a belly that looked like a humongous pig, and his head was as big as a house. His legs were as long as a skyscraper. He almost stepped on Jingee! 


Jingee was a superhero. So Jingee flew in the air and smashed the monster’s head. 


The moon came up and they went to bed. And Jingee’s bed looked like a monster. 


THE END


(assisted by her grandmother)


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The Wise Wizard



The Wise Wizard

by

Malcolm Blake (age 7)    



Once there was a wise wizard. He lived in a tree. His name was Mystalee. He hid in the tree to escape the skeletons.


He made thousands of potions until he had enough to defeat the skeletons.


The chief skeleton chomped one of Mystalee’s potions. The chief skeleton could breathe fire.


Eventually, Mystalee defeated all of the skeletons,

 

and he was free! 

 

THE END!!!                      





(assisted by his grandmother)


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A Community Heart



A Community Heart


by
Jayse Bickel
(age 12)


On April 3, 2020, Greg Grotton, chariman of the board of selectmen in Union, Maine, accepted a community project to install a giant lighted heart to thank the essential workers. 

Greg said that the heart was really a community effort, because the land is owned by Brian Powers, Dan Beasly loaned him a generator, and Wayne Kirkpatrick, the owner of Four Corner Variety Store, rented a truck for him. 

Greg got the idea when his daughter, Kimberly Wickenden, who teaches Camden Rockport elementary school gave her students an at-home assignment to draw a poster to thank the essential workers. Greg said the parents sent pictures of the thank-you posters to his daughter. He then was inspired to build a 25 ft. x 35 ft. heart out of wood and Christmas lights by the blueberry fields of Clarry Hill Rd. , where he has displayed a lighted star at Christmas time for the last three years.   

Greg said that he asked his daughter, Kimberly, to invite her students and their parents to come to the Union Methodist Church in Union for a surprise party, where he told the families about the heart. "The kids loved it," Greg said.


(Assignment for Lesson # 18 - Journalism)


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Beside the Pond



Beside the Pond
by
Jayse Bickel
(age 12) 

I look over the pond, 
My brothers beside me. 
The great Oak brags that he is stronger;
We do not deny it.
Though wind blows, 
My brothers and I bend. 
Yet the Oak breaks. 
We feel the wind;
The wind makes us sing. 
The earthworms burrow beneath our roots
It tickles. 
They make us laugh. 
Dragonflies climb on us 
To take off their coats 
And merge into adulthood. 
What am I?








(Answer:  a reed)

(Assignment for Lessons #17 - Point of View)



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The Ghostcoons




Ghostcoons
by
Jayse Bickel
(age 12)


Once upon a time, there was a middle-aged 45-year-old woman named Bess, who had just bought an old house on a hill in a town called Swampland. The man that owned the house before her told her that it used to be an old robber hideout. 

One day, as she was fixing up the kitchen, she heard a loud noise coming from the ceiling. She thought to herself, "Must be those raccoons againI'll take care of them later."

After she finished cleaning out the acorns in the cupboards, she thought to herself, "Better go take care of those raccoons." She sighed. 

As she walked up the creaky attic steps, she heard the raccoons again. Bess made it to the trapdoor that led to the attic. She opened the door and climbed out into the attic. She looked around at the old trunks and dusty boxes. Bess walked up to an old green trunk that all the rattling noises seemed to come from.

She lifted the lid and stepped back. Instantly, a white shape rose up from the trunk, and she heard a scratchy "shcrchhht shhht."

"Yikes! A ghost! I gotta get out of here!" 

She ran down the stairs, all the way to town, right up to the sheriff"s office. "You've got to help me!" she shrieked. "There is a ghost in my attic!" 

"Now, now," said the sheriff. "There's got to be a logical explanation for this. I'll come with you to investigate this 'ghost' business."

So the sheriff drove Bess back to her house. They got out of the car and walked carefully up the steps into the house, past the kitchen through the door, up the attic steps, and into the attic

 "Shrchhh shhh."

They froze. "Now, Bess," said the sheriff. "There's no such thing as a g-g-ghost," he whispered. 

"It's over here," Bess whispered. 

The sheriff walked up to the trunk, paused for a moment, and lifted the lid.  But nothing came out. 

The only thing that was in there was an old white sheet. But wait a minute, the sheet was breathing. Bess yanked off the sheet, and under were two raccoons. 


"So it was raccoons," laughed Bess.

~ ~ ~


(Assignment from Lesson # 16 - Endings)

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Axolotls



AXOLOTLS
by
Cora Blake
(age 6)

Axolotls are salamanders. They keep their baby bodies even when they are adults.

Salamanders are called "fire lizards." The Mexicans call axolotls "walking fish." They are also called "water beasts." The Aztecs called them "water dogs."









Axolotls live in Mexico in Lake Xchimilco. They live underwater. Axolotls can swim 10 miles per hour. Their gills absorb oxygen. Pollution makes axolotls die. They are endangered animals.



Axolotls have feathery gills. They have a long tail like a fish. They have a cute smile. Axolotls can grow 9-18 inches long. They weigh about 10 ounces. They can grow new body parts. Axolotls don't have any eyelids.







Axolotls can be golden, gray, pink, and brown with golden dots. Wild axolotls are dark and can change colors to camouflage. White axolotls have pink gills. Black ones have blue gills.


Axolotls suck food like a vacuum cleaner. They eat worms, insects, and small fish. 





Some people keep axolotls as pets. I want a pet axolotl because they are so cute!








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