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I FEEL SICK                                             FIRE DANCE                                                                 mm

I feel sick any time of day.                                   Out in the wilderness            He's after the food
Any shape, or form, or way.                                    A fire would feel good.
I can have a broken arm, leg, or head,                         And so you strike a match
And I can simply because that's what I said.                   Upon the pile of wood.

I can run a temperature of 104,                                Now you see a shimmering
 106, 107, 108, or more.                                          flame
I can do this any night or day,
And I can simply because that's what I say.                    Spread itself around,
                                                               Passing over all the sticks
I can do anything impossible.                                  With a pleasant, crackling
I can do anything real.
I know I can because of determination.                            sound.
And this is a permanent seal.
                                                              Circling while doing a beautiful
So, the next time you go to say impossible,                       dance,
Or the next time you say "I can't'',
Just do it and get it over with,                              The flames blaze quickly and
But please don't rave and rant!                                   high.

      Jeni Crockett                                           Dancing with original grace
      7th Grade                                               They try to reach the sky.

                                                              But now the dance must start
                                                                 to slow.

                                                              The flames must start to die.
                                                              The fire must turn to ashes
                                                              And the smoke must rise and

                                                                 fly.

                                                              One little flame tries to dance
                                                                 again

                                                              But soon it flickers away
                                                              And as you lay you think

                                                                 about how
                                                              It perfectly ended the day.

                                                                    Marisa Rosenberg
                                                                    Sixth Grade

                                                                                                At the fair

                        PINE TREES                            We Are Family!

                             Oh, the family of pine trees
                             How grand you are,
                             In the light of the sun.
                             Or a shining star.

                             On gray days or clear days
                             You still stand proud and tall.
                             All the way from winter,
                             And back to fall.

                             Your green and full
                             Graceful boughs
                             For birds and animals
                             Shelter allows.

                                   Alex Brodie
                                   Sixth Grade

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