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I’M TOO, TOO MUCH AN UNLUCKY DAY WINTER

I’m too young to stay up late. I woke up late. When winter comes, so extremely cold,
I’m too old for all those toys. I failed my spelling test. Crystalline icicles begin to form.
I’m too tall to get in free. I tripped and broke my I dread it when it shows so very hard,
I’m too short to reach the shelf. Especially in a torrent storm.
I’m too quiet in school; arm. But each snowflake is breath-taking,
I’m too loud at home My mother was not In its own unique way
I’m too slow getting dressed in the What a shame that it will have to do,
home. When the springtime comes in May.
morning I had to wait in the rain. As in everything else in life,
I’m too fast when I do my homework. I got pneumonia. Winter has its beauty and its darkness.
I don’t spend enough time cleaning Thank God it’s Friday.
Cherilyn Lee
my room. Perry Schmergel Grade 5-C
I’ve spent too much time on the Grade 5-E

phone.
When will I?

MY FAMILY

Tara Golio

Grade 5-C Dad, oh dad, you’re fantastic.

You’re so lovable and

MY DREAM enthusiastic.

Mom, oh mom, you’re the best.

I love to dream a dream You’re lap comes in handy

Of white fluffy sheep When I want to rest.

Walking with a shepherd Brother, oh brother, you’re great

Along a azure stream. too.

You’re always happy and never

Behind them is a mountain range sad and blue.

White with snowy glaciers.

Beside them is a group of trees Sanjeet Lamba

Swaying in the wind. Grade 5-C

Before them is a meadow,

The greenest ever seen.

Beneath their feet are flowers,

The colors of a rainbow, A SPORTS CHAIN
Raising their heads to meet the sun, LANTERNE
Shedding it’s warm light upon the world.

The sky is a true blue Sports
Splashed with feathery clouds. Baseball
That is what I love to dream Soccer, and
On a rainy day, Football they are
Or even during class! Fun!

Christa Blatchford Kick HOMEWORK
Grade 5-C Dribble
Down the field Multiplication and subtraction,
MRS. MACDOUR OR MY UNLUCKY DAY We scored a goal Don’t forget the fractions,
Yeah! History and English
Mrs. Macdour tore out of her house Are pretty easy, you see,
Screaming and screeching like any old mouse Base­ But all of these bore me!
She is called Mrs. Macdour, ball sin­ I have to do my homework,
Because she is always very sour, gle, double, When I get home from school,
Now when she came tearing out of there, Triple, home run If I do not do it,
She threw at me a rotten, old pear! Score! I’ll grow up to be a fool!
I never expected to see her that day
But I’m not that dumb and I didn’t stick Foot­ Meltem Kodaman
ball, pass Grade 5-C
around to wait, catch, run, don’t
So I just turned around and ran out her get tackled, we
Won!
black gate.
With Mrs. Macdour behind me and Frank Dotzler
Grade 5-E
screaming my fate.

Sally Adee 39
Grade 5-E