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Welcome to Squigly's Writing Corner! Squigly has received a number of literary works from his friends and would like to share them with you. You can submit your writing too. Look for new postings April 1, 2010!

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Poetry

I Never Thought I’d Be That Lonely Traveler

The only place I knew was that pier,
I played on long ago.
My brother splashing in the waters,
after the season of snow.
There came a man, limping by,
nodding so politely.
little did I know right then,
that he was to be my greatest enemy.
He walked up right beside me then, and said these words to me,
"Can you swim, oh dearest one?" Bowing so graciously.
I replied with the softest smile, that I could ever force,
"Sir, I have not yet learned to swim," and that was not a good choice.
The man pushed me off of the pier, with a nod of his hat, he ran,
little did I know right then, I would never again see this man.
I struggled for the faintest breath, to grasp and hear any sound.
Little did I know right then that it was the end of me right now.
I couldn't leave the earth right then,
I had to claim revenge on this man.
Little did I know right then, that was a choice that would never avail...
I wandered many barren streets,
looking for his crooked old smile.
I soon returned to this very pier where I dwell right now...
I never thought I'd be that lonely traveler, wandering every place.
but when I recall that man, I knew I would find him someday...

Katie, age 12, USA

Until My River Runs Dry

Go on my dear, go on…
with golden sails you may…
sail to the end of the earth…
but come back for me…

You’re gone my dear, you’re gone…
you have left without me…
how shall I go on, my dear…
with you not by my side..

I used to have a stream my dear…
flowing so graciously…
with banks of silver and gold…
with fishes as from the sea…

They’re gone my dear, they’re gone…
you took them with you…
as also my heart will remain…

I cry, I cry till my river runs dry…
Till the stars in my sky have yet vanished…
Till my cries are heard…
all over the world…
my river still runs dry…
with tears from a lullaby…

Go on my dear, go on…
with sails of gold you may…
sail to the highest heavens..
and make a place for me there…

I’ll wait my dear, I’ll wait…
as alas you are gone, for now being…
but I’ll meet you in the clouds…
on sails of gold…
together we shall be again…

So I’ll put on a bright face…
and hope for that day…
when I get to see my father again…
when my river runs dry…

Katie, age 12, USA

Make peace not war!
For the sake of me and my buddies!
Me, Ruby, Alan, Beth, Morgan...

Una, age 10

Funky
Radical
Incredible
Entertaining
Never boring
Divas
Super

Una and Divinchey, age 19

I have no clue
Why I am
Doing this
It is very
Stupid and silly
I believe this
Should be Disused
and by the
Way I love
the games
BAHAH JKJK
No not jk
Ok yea jk
I'm just kidding
BAHAH

Kelsey, age 13

Queen Of The Night

Into the forest, where the eyes glow red.
Where the trees are twisted and dead.
This is where she goes, after she lays her head.
Her voice is hoarse, her eyes are black.
With a gleaming knife in hand, she enters her forgotten land.
Her clothes worn, alone she treads.
The animals all bow to her wishes, her commands.
A horrifying land she will make
Until it is time for her to awake.

Lana, age 13, USA

Thomas is really funny, but sometimes he can go too far
He makes me laugh and gives me back massages
Obviously, sometimes we don't get along. We're different people.
My best friend
A very clever friend
Smart but stupid at the same time

Hannah, age 10, UK

Once she had gotten home it was about night,
and she was cold. The wind had blown her hat
away. When she got there, there was an unsuspected
man waiting. There she had screamed for help
but it never came. He had taken her from her life!

Savannah, age 9, USA

My baby sister is so soft and sweet.
I love to cuddle her and kiss her cheek.
She smiles a lot but mostly cries.
I hate to see the tears come out of those beautiful eyes.
When we get older we will fight and fuss.
But I will still love her no matter what.

Amanda, age 13, USA

Underneath the old willow
I cry laying on my pillow
shade has become my heart
and now darkness is a new art
look away and find light
God is truly in your heart tonight
pray his name
build the flame
his love is in us
so just never fuss
the twinkle in the stars rise above
fly away with the white dove
is this the end
no my friend......
this is just the beginning

Erin, age 13, USA

You can cry on my shoulder
you can be my friend
we can know each other till the very end
I'll open the door for you
when it's raining outside
and if I have to
with you I'll hide
and I know we'll be together
forever and ever and ever.

Anonymous, age 11, USA

Bright Colours

Bright colours leaving my eyes blind.
Should this be permanent?
Maybe nothing is better than your definition
of "something"

Hannah, age 13, America

Window Frost Blues

Window frost
means
snow,
popcorn,
and Monopoly against Mom.
And I always win.

Window frost
means
long days off of school,
staring into space
at this
funny old computer of mine.
My sister
will barge in
at any time-
but I locked the door.

Window frost
means
maybe I'll stay up late and watch
cooking shows.

Window frost
means
boredom
for rent.
Ten cents cheap.

The Poet

I love you,
you love me;
we will become the best of teens.

Madison, age 8, USA

I found a penny on the walk
but it belonged to Mrs. Stalk
I found a baseball on the rise
but it belonged to Mr. Tries
I found a doughnut in my yard
but it belonged to Mrs. Hard
I found a pencil on the street
but it belonged to Mr. Feet
I found a painting at the park
but it belonged to Mrs. Stark
I found a flagpole in my house
but it belonged to Mr. Grouse
I found a snowsuit on the ground
but it belonged to Mrs. Round
I found an airplane in the field
but it belonged to Mr. Yield
I found an apple in a pit
but it belonged to Mrs. Spit
So I quit.

A Really Bad Author

♥Dream♥

What is a dream?
Can it become reality?
What is a reality and can it become?
Dreams are just thoughts.
Dream, dream, dream.
Just peaceful little thoughts
that become a dream.
Dreams that CAN become a reality.

Hope, age 11, America

Roses are red
Violets are blue
I love you
I hope you do too :]

Teagan, age 10, AUS

Snow

Snow, Snow, Snow so fun
Snow, Snow, Snow so cool
Snow, Snow, Snow so fun
Snow, Snow, Snow so cool
Snow is so cool and so fun
Why can't it snow all the time?

Taylor, age 12, USA


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