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Wednesday, October 23, 2013

More Poetry

Blue
by Carli Udine, Ryan Bush, and Skyler Harris

The color blue.
The color of blue is very pure.
It is just plain and simple.
It could represent sadness, yet a new day.
Light blue, dark blue, and baby blue -- you could say.
And those don’t seem all so gray.
A blue sea encompasses the ocean.

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Writing Club   
by Ryder Kaplan

I think of the fun I have,
And then I laugh.
I can write about giraffes .
I can write about a bad performance
In the first half.

I write to express my feelings.
I can write about the ceiling
Using the tools I have received in the past,

“When’s the next meeting?” I ask.

Monday, October 21, 2013

Poetry & Description

by Ryan Bush
Soaring high above the fluffy white clouds,
Free to come and go as pleasing.
Cultures and cultures go by.

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by Noah Barboza
My shape is quite peculiar, matching the traditional picture of a figure in the night sky. The bittersweet crunch is only edible if the elusive seeds are carefully picked out. It is preferred that sugar is poured onto me. What am I?
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by Rachel Schonberger
Board onto the bus
Reunite with all my friends
The summer has begun.
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by Ben Ross
The smooth, bright colored sphere rests in the palm of my hand. 
My teeth sink through its nutritious skin and flavor hits my taste buds.
I chomp down the delicious treat all the way down to its core. 
After I finish, I plant its seeds so more can return, tastier than before.

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by Skyler Harris
World Peace

No one is fighting.
There is peace everywhere.
All people are safe.

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Anonymous
Apple

Spherical, smooth to the touch,
Rich in flavor and as sweet as sugarcane.
I take a bite and the piece slides past my lips
and into my mouth, 
a sensation of cold, refreshing bliss
rushes through my body. 

Wednesday, October 9, 2013

Fall Theme Poetry

by Katherine Gibson

Change
I balance my foot in the center of the rocking boat.
Around me, pinecones and sap waft their sweet and spikey aroma throughout the air.
I throw the orange vest over my pudgy bun, and grab the wooden stick at my side, whose purpose is to propel my reflection in the water.
Push. Pull. Push. Pull.
I take off into the mirror of glass crashing and smashing it as I trudge along.
I look to the left and see the green leaves of summer tumbling and slowly, slowly dancing to the ground.
I look to my right and the foliage of fall is blossoming on the treetops.
If the leaves know their purpose and when their time is to push on and when to give up, shouldn't I too?
I'm caught in the middle of two seasons, which so happen to be the middle of my life. 
I close my eyes and imagine my path.

Monday, October 7, 2013

Scratching Haiku

We recently learned that Haiku does not always have to be the traditional 3-line poem which follows the 5-7-5 syllable structure.  Non-traditional Haiku is about capturing the essence of an experience, feeling, or moment. Sometimes it's a fragment with a sentence. Sometimes the final line offers a twist.

Check out this non-traditional Haiku by Camille Adames
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The word-
the most powerful being
on Earth.

Saturday, October 5, 2013

More Fall Theme Scratching

by Julia Perillo


The Fall Feeling

Leaves crunch underneath my feet
A peaceful breeze drifts down the street.
I snuggle by the fire as I read a great book,
And I marvel at the pictures my friends and I took.

Excitement for the holidays surges through everyone,
Halloween parties and family gatherings are so much fun!
Maybe the leaves do not change and it does not get that cold,

But I still love Florida’s fall so much that it will never get old.
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by Sabrina Blandon

The Magic of Fall
     Once there was a 3rd grader named Serina. She was an excellent student; she had good grades, but she didn’t have any friends. She would get picked on by bullies, and by this one girl who was the popular girl; her name was Stella. Everyday she would have two friends beside her; their names were Minx and Shannon. 
     “Look who it is, it’s Friendless,” Stella said one day. 
     “Not everyone is as lucky as you, Stella,” Minx said. 
     After that, Serina came home, crying.  The next day, after school, Serina went to her homeroom teacher’s classroom. 
     “Mrs. Mullens, can I stay here for a couple of minutes?” 
     “Ok, but shouldn’t you be getting home?” Mrs. Mullens asked, “Did you get started on that season project were you have to write about your favorite season and why?” 
     Serina nodded. Serina got home and started on her Season project. 
     That day the project was due, everyone went first and then Serina last. Everyone chose summer because school is out, but Serina chose fall. 
     “My favorite season is fall,” Serina was interrupted.
     “Like always, Serina sticks out like a sore thumb.” 
     But what Stella said didn’t stop Serina.  “I like fall because of all the different leaves. I like how everyday after school a kid can just jump into a pile of colors. I love how in the morning, I can see the fresh air swirling around with the different kinds of leaves. I love the colors, like the crisp red and golden orange, on the leaves, and how they are all so different. It feels like magic when it's fall. I also like how when fall happens, the trees get rid of their old selves and grow in new ones like a kid from glasses to contacts. That is why fall is my favorite season.” 
     After the bell rang, Serina would usually get picked on by Stella and her entourage, but that day was different. Two kids went up to Serina. 
     “Hi, I liked your piece," one kid commented. 
     “Thanks, what’s your name?”
     “I am Sophie and this is Eden.” After a couple of minutes of talking they finally became friends. After that day, Stella and her entourage never bullied her again. 
     Later on in her lifetime, Serina became a writer, and she created an organization about bullying and what to do to stand up to bullies. 
THE END 

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Friday, October 4, 2013

Fall Theme Scratching

This month, Falcon Scratchers wrote several fall-themed pieces.  Here are some of the pieces. (There are more to come!)


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by Ryan Bush

Abundance of colorful leaves plummet to the earth
Undying love of the football season continues and is indulged in
Tasty Thanksgiving turkey makes my mouth salivate
Unique Halloween costumes illuminate the night in fear
Marvelous sights are cherished as a result of a week off from school
Non-negotiable enjoyment as another year comes to the end and the cycle restarts


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by Rachel Schonberger

A teardrop gently rolls down my cheek.
The Summer has come to an end.
Trees turn into collages of colors.
I hope Fall never ends.
The season is beginning.
The sun shows even less.
As the school year commences,
My life turns into stress.
My desk is soon filled
With homework piled miles high.
But, I secretly hope
This school year will zip by.
Knocks hit the door.
And they yell, "Trick or Treat!"
I gaze upon the neighborhood,
And costumes fill the street.
Now my stomach's angry.
I ate and ate and ate.
How was I supposed to know
That candy was so great?
The weather is chilly
Like all the heat lamps have gone out.
"But Fall is not yet over!"
I declare without a doubt
The aroma fills the kitchen.
The turkey is all done.
The family gets together.
All the daughters, all the sons
We thank each other oh so much.
For all we have been through.
Thanks to this great season,
We reunited the whole crew.
The leaves are all gone.
Sweaters and scarves are required.
We'll have to wait nine months
Because autumn has expired.

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by Maya Merchant

Leaves
Falling all around me
Leaving the trees bare -
A whirlwind of colors.
It gets colder,
Darker,
And all I feel-
Are the leaves
Falling?
Goodbye,
I say,
To the sun.
I feel the cold
Upon us.
In my world,
All I know
is that it will be colder.
It will be darker.
It will be gloomier.
Leaves
Falling all around me -
Red and gold,
The colors of Gryffindor.
I smile
Because before it gets dark,
There will be light.
Before it gets cold,
There will be warmth.
Before it gets dreary,
There will be sun.
And it will be fall
Before winter.

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by Theresa Fonseca

Windswept
Fall: Commonly thought of as the time when the leaves change colors, it is something different in south Florida.  The palm trees refuse to shed their fronds, even to the persuasive tropical gusts, staying an annoyingly cheerful green all year.  
The wind, unable to move the leaves, flings my hair in front of my face, and I swallow a mouthful.  “Bleh,” I say as I clear the hair from my mouth.  I stop walking down the beach and take a step towards the water.  
Going in the water might be fun, it isn’t that cold really, but there is the problem of the jellyfish.  I start walking again, sidestepping one of the , then backtracking to examine it.  This time of year, its a moon jellyfish.  All circular bell, the pulsing top of a jellyfish that helps it move while small one inch feathered tentacles ring its body to snag its prey.  In the center of their bodies lies a flowering four-petaled dark purple design.  They are magnificent––until they wash up on the beach.  
Not sure if it is dead or alive, I scoop it up, along with the sand surrounding it, and toss it into the Atlantic.  White bubbles plume before I glimpse the jellyfish expand then glide into deeper waters.  
Huh.  Other places might have the colorful leaves, but few boast windswept jellyfish.  I kick at the sand, laugh quietly to myself, and continue my walk down the beach.