Where I'm From
by Caroline Peery
Inspired by George Ella Lyons
I am from Takodah,
from birthdays with family.
I am from the maple
in my front yard,
From Emily Dickinson
and Anne of Green Gables.
I am from brownies and ice cream,
from Lily and Kathryn,
Josie and Ellie,
Henry and Daniel,
Emma and Isla.
I am from trees never climbed
books never finished,
and drawings hung up on my wall.
Kids' Writer's Blog is someplace where kids can post things that they have written. Anybody who wants to can join. You can join and write things, or join and do comments, or just join to look at other people's stuff. If you can't type too well yet, that's fine. You can just ask a grown-up to type for you. Have fun!
Thursday, October 12, 2017
Wednesday, October 11, 2017
The Maple Tree: A Poem
The Maple Tree
Sitting
under the maple tree,
This
is the only place I’d ever wish to be.
The
great leaves fall on top of me.
I
look up in to the tree,
I see
a bird’s nest and a bumble-bee.
I
smile,
Knowing
this is where I’m meant to be,
Right
here,
Under
the maple tree.
--Lily R.
Sunday, October 8, 2017
Wolves-Introduction
This is the introduction of a fictionalized version of the story of Romulus and Remus (the founders of Rome) that I've been writing.
Introduction
The king had been kicked off his throne, his daughter thrown in prison. His daughter, the princess Silvia, was not allowed to marry, for fear she would have a son, a son who would learn that he was the rightful king. But a god came down from the heavens, a god who helped her have sons, twin boy whom they named Romul and Remu. When the new king found out, he was enraged! He ordered his servant to kill the babies. But the servant felt sorry for the two baby boys, and took them to the river Tiber, where she put them in a basket and pushed them into the water. The tired, crying babies washed ashore hours later. The small babies cried hard. This is how the she-wolf found them. She brought the babies to her den. She raised them in her den with her pups, and that is where our story begins.
Introduction
The king had been kicked off his throne, his daughter thrown in prison. His daughter, the princess Silvia, was not allowed to marry, for fear she would have a son, a son who would learn that he was the rightful king. But a god came down from the heavens, a god who helped her have sons, twin boy whom they named Romul and Remu. When the new king found out, he was enraged! He ordered his servant to kill the babies. But the servant felt sorry for the two baby boys, and took them to the river Tiber, where she put them in a basket and pushed them into the water. The tired, crying babies washed ashore hours later. The small babies cried hard. This is how the she-wolf found them. She brought the babies to her den. She raised them in her den with her pups, and that is where our story begins.
Saturday, October 7, 2017
Rainstorm-a poem
Rainstorm
by Caroline P.
Wind blows, leaves spin,
Thunder clouds
Come rolling in.
Blue skies go away,
They will come back another day.
Windows rattle,
Lightning flashes,
Lights go out,
Thunder crashes!
And then...
Calm.
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