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MY BROTHER


SPRING IS COMING


A NEW YEAR


I LIVE


DRAWING


MY MOM


IF I WERE IN CHARGE OF THE WORLD


WHEN PEOPLE...


OH FEET


SWIMMING


THE STORM


A RAINY DAY


SPRING


A CONCERT


BLUE


THE GREAT SUNSET




HAPPINESS


MY NAME


A BEAUTIFUL DAY


BEACH


GORGEOUS DAY


CANADIAN GEESE


VENICE


HAPPINESS


HOW THE DAY CHANGES


FALL


PINK SUNSET


SUMMER NIGHT


AS WINTER CAME


COLORS











































MY BROTHER

Who else will make me start to laugh,
On a sad and dreary day?
Who else can be as funny as a giraffe,
Eating a Milky Way?

Who else can make me become so mad,
When we disagree?
But I’d like him never to be sad
I’d like to see his glee

Who else will love me so dearly,
Whenever I'm nice or mean?
If we fight, it counts so mearly
He grows like an actor on the screen.

Am I being a good sister?
My brother makes me start to think
I hope I’m not angry like a twister
Who else can grow while I blink?

Aug. 2009
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SPRING IS COMING

Spring is coming,
Birds are humming.
Flowers growing from the stem,
It's a joy to look at them.
Snow is melting below our shoes.
For winter, it's time to snooze.
The sun is glimmering with light,
And children, with delight.
Spring is closer to us today,
Than Santa riding on his sleigh.
And so it's time to say goodbye,
To hot chocolate with pie.
And now it's time to say hello,
To sunny days and liquid snow.

Feb. 2009
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A NEW YEAR

A New Year is when you say goodbye to the old year.
And welcome the new one with delight.
It's when the tree is still lit up,
And families sit together 'til the end of the night.

It's when the streets are full and empty.
Some people are at their house,
And some are watching the Crystal Ball,
Wearing their best yellow blouse.

Everyone wants the clock to strike midnight.
And all are counting down
5,4,3,2,1!
"Happy New Year!"
Is heard all through out the town.

And so with that the New Year begins.
With warmth in everyone's heart.
Say goodbye to the grief of the year before,
And welcome the laughter of the year to start.

Jan. 2009
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I LIVE

I Wake up to the sun,
shining its light on the world.
I wake up to the birds,
singing their morning song.

I breathe to the trees,
making the world green.
I breathe with the animals,
beautifying the planet, making it seem clean.

I sleep to the moon,
taking turns with the sun.
I dream with the twinkling stars,
making distant journeys through space,
so you can see each one.

I live with the gleaming sun.
I live with the sounds of life,
Falling water, singing birds, and whispering winds.
And I am thankful for these treasures,
giving me such a delight.

Jan. 2009
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DRAWING

Drawing is a wonderful, magnificent thing.
Whether or not you know how to.
When you draw, and let your imagination take over,
You can be whoever you want to be.
Be a King, or a Queen in a palace.
A stick figure, and a colorful fish.

When you draw, you can travel to anywhere.
Go to Italy, France or Greece,
Get lost in the Amazon jungle.
Visit the best museums,
Or live in a tree with squirrels.

When you draw, you can do anthing.
Ride a dolphin or a horse.
Swim with a fish in blue waters,
Run with a deer through the forest.
Or fly with the birds near the sun.

So even if you think you can't draw,
Take a pencil and a piece of paper,
And just draw what you want.
You'll be surprised
Where your imagination can take you.

Dec. 2008
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MY MOM

My mom is loving and caring.
She has three hearts for bearing.
She never stops caring about me so much.
Her love is as big as buildings and such.
She always has a hug for me,
And that would even be,
If she was 100 miles away from me.
Her loving and caring would reach the sky,
And make the airplanes shake and cry
And then her love will reach the moon,
Oh, that will happen so, so soon.
So if you see a pink moon,
Don't be surprised,
It's not a balloon.

2008
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IF I WERE IN CHARGE OF THE WORLD

If I were in charge of the world,
I would cancel wars, Mondays
And allergies, and also, loneliness.
If I were in charge of the world,
There would be happiness,
Peace, and
There would be lots more ice cream.
If I were in charge of the world,
There would not be hunger,
Broccoli or bedtimes.

2008
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WHEN PEOPLE......

When people throw me on the ground,
I always make such a horrible sound.
When someone throws me through a net,
The crowd goes wild, they celebrate.
I get thrown to a player,
He shoots me in, and becomes a hero.
But why him, when I made the point?
The winning team gets to keep me.
They put me somewhere for all to see.
And then they take some markers,
And write all over me!
Life is hard when you're a ball,
So guess, what kind of ball am I?

2008
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OH FEET

Oh feet, oh feet.
You help me move to every beat.
You help me walk on every road.
You help me carry each heavy load.
You help me get through everyday.
With you, I can go every which way.
When you get hurt, you don't complain.
Even if you're in severe pain.
You help me jump, you help me run.
With you, I always have so much fun.

2008
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SWIMMING

Swimming is moving like a swan.
Touch the water, it'll sound like splish splash.
Swimmers gliding on the water.
Swimmers kicking, swimmers pushing,
Swimming freestyle, swimming the butterfly.
Swimming the backstroke, swimming everything.
Swimming is relaxing, swimming is exciting.
You never know who's going to win.
Being able to swim will always help you.

2008
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THE STORM
A thousand raindrops are falling from the sky.
A sky that's now all gray.
A beautiful storm is here right now.
It's wiping leaves of their mother tree.
I see this storm has come to stay here,
For quite a while now.

And as I sit by the window,
Watching this storm take over,
I see I'm looking at a mosaic of raindrops.
CRACK-BAM! I hear a crack of thunder.
The sky has almost darkened itself to night.
By now, people have cleared the street.

And than I go and get some paper,
And a pencil with it.
I sit down, and draw the landscape of what I see.
I draw the blowing leaves,
I draw the huge gray clouds,
And I draw this stormy day.

As I draw this nature riot,
I'm looking for the sun somewhere,
But it is nowhere to be found.
And as I'm thinking,
I see the day getting lighter.
The storm is calming down!

And while I finish my drawing,
The thunder-clapping stops,
Along with the tree-shaking,
And soon enough, the rain-pouring stops too.
There I am, with the drawing in my hands,
And then I turn around, and see the sun peeking through.

And while there's a sunny day outside,
I remember this storm
And I sit near my desk,
Get a piece of paper,
And write down
What you are reading now.

Nov. 2008.
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A RAINY DAY

It's a rainy day.
The sky is all dark and grey.
I look at the drops of rain on my window.
A roll of thunder shrieks nearby.
A flash of lighting brightens the sky.
I watch all this in a blurried vision.

The clock is ticking, tick by tick.
I'm sitting there, hearing it click.
Behind the smokey clouds, I start to see the sun.
It breaks all those heavy clouds apart.
The dark clouds turn lighter.
and finally, they roll away.

Aug. 2008.
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SPRING

It is springtime.
The flowers are blossoming.
The birds are singing.
The bear is awaking.

It is springtime.
The trees are turning green
The children are laughing.
The roses are getting their scent.

It is springtime.
Everyone is outside.
Everyone is having fun.
All because it is springtime.

July 2008.
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A CONCERT

A concert starts.
The singers go fa la la la.
The drums go boom boom crash!
The guitars go wu wu wu.
The keyboards go tu tu tu
The crowd goes AAAAAAAA!
The saxophones go ku ku ku.
When the concert is done,
The crowd goes clap clap, clap clap.

May 2008. (11 years old Lana Lev)
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BLUE

Blue is the sky, calm and quiet with a sun's ray.
Blue is like the ocean or a bay.
Blue sounds like the ocean's waves making a splash
Blue feels like I'm on the beach, running a dash.
Blue tastes like a blueberry in the summer.
Blue smells like a tear when you cry.
Blue is a dew morning when you tell a lie.

May 2008. (11 years old Lana Lev)
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THE GREAT SUNSET

The sky was as gorgeous as a rose.
It was as colorful as a rainbow.
The clouds were as puffy as a dandelion.
The sun was like a shiny new coin.
The moon was starting to peek out,
And it was as pale as a drop of water.
The sunset was as extraordinary as nothing else.

May 2008. (11 years old Lana Lev)
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HAPPINESS

Happiness is yellow.
It tastes like cake.
It sounds like a puppy.
It feels like sitting on a horse.
It looks like a dozen roses.
It moves like the ocean.
Happiness is swimming in crystal- clear stream.

May 2008. (11 years old Lana Lev)
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MY NAME
(Lana)

It means happiness, hope, and courage.
It is the number 100.
It is like the ocean.
It is watching a sunset.
It is the memory of my mom.
Who taught me honesty and what happiness is.
When she is completely honest with me.
My name is Lana.
It means that there is always a way to be happy.

May 2008. (11 years old Lana Lev)
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A BEAUTIFUL DAY

A beautiful day is great.
There is beauty and sunshine,
There are birds and squirrels,
And there is greatness in the air.

A beautiful day is a day filled with fun.
There are games to play,
And lemonades to drink.
And most of all, there is fun to have.

A beautiful day is filled with sunshine.
A beautiful day is filled with warmth.
A beautiful day is great.

Apr. 2008. (11 years old Lana Lev)
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BEACH

The sun is a pepper.
The sand is a cozy blanket.
The waves are a tiny mouse.
The seashells are gymnasts.
The palms are a mountain.
The ocean is a king.

Apr. 2008.
(11 years old Lana Lev)
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GORGEOUS DAY

It was a gorgeous day
Down at the small bay.
Since the leaves were all green,
They made a wonderful scene.

There were some little rain showers.
But then, it made some flowers.

This was happening outside my house.
I even saw a small mouse.
The leaves started to turn red.
In two months, I'll take out my sled.

Dec. 2007.
(11 years old Lana Lev)
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CANADIAN GEESE

Although the waters sparkled and had warmth,
And cotton clouds hung freely in the sky,
Something told the geese it was time to go.

Though the leaves were barely red,
And birds sang their songs
Tropical fish swam below.
Still something told the geese,
It was time to abandon their island.

Though the trees were not bare,
And the sun was full of warmth,
Something told the geese,
It was time to leave the north.

So between the following days,
The flock gathered and headed with the sun.
As the first winter snow danced onto Earth.
That whisper, "Snow" was right.

So for weeks, their huge wings snapped.
They flew without any rest,
Then, at last, settling into the south, they arrived.

Months pass, and new members of the flock
Peek out from their shell.
Then crack it.
They stay, until at last, it becomes too warm.
The leaves are stirring, and berries glow under the sun
Still, as much as they enjoyed the south,
Something told them,
It was time to turn, and time to head back north.

Dec. 2006.
(10 years old Lana Lev)
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My favorite Place Venice

When I was in Venice,
I was in a dream I truly loved.
That dream was reality.
A real dream where I visited the ancient past.
A real dream where I visited reality.
A real dream where history and wildlife met.

Venice, it's a city with great, wide canals
Where six boats can easily get through,
To small, tiny canals where two boats are squeezed together.
Canals are on every street in my favorite place.
Big, huge historical places fill up this gorgeous place.
Churches big enough for everyone.
And small, bumpy, old roads.
Small shops on every corner.

When I was there, time stood still.
I was eight hundred years in the past.
There I stood in the great city where exploring has to be done.
It's not a place for a beach vacation.
When in Venice, you have to hurry.
The more you hurry, the more great, old places will astonish the eye.
Every new place will only increase your reputation of Venice.

And at night?
It's the most beautiful scene-sailing on a boat
On the Grand Canal at night.
In Venice, people love animals so much.
In fact, so much, they have come to tame some.
It's where pigeons can be fed by hand.
It's a place where hundredths of boats pass in everyday life.
With great museums which open a window into the past.
Allowing you to visualize the world before technology.

Where views are the best.
Venice, it's such a great city, food won't matter at all.
After you visit, pictures of this great city
Will keep on popping into your mind.
And each day, when you close your eyes,
You will see the beauty and the architecture this city has to offer.
The Venetian architecture is awesomely fantastic.
That's what matters a lot in travel, creativity used to build the city.
Venice, it's fantastic for every person with a good eye.
An eye that sees beyond an island with a beach and a pool.

So take time to visit the great, wet and mysterious city of Venice.
After you visit, you will see why Venice, the great, old city,
Is my favorite place on Earth.
One word to describe Venice - fantastic.

Jan. 2007
(10 years old Lana Lev)
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HAPPINESS

Being full of happiness.
There's no better way to make your life better.
Being full of happiness.
When you are, your day could never be brighter.

Happiness is a wonderful thing to have inside of you.
It's a way to be cheerful about life.
And when you are, your day could never be more super.

How could anyone be without happiness?
Always walk around gloomy and sad.
But when you are happy, your day could never be lighter.

Happiness is wonderful.
It's a way to show the world how happy you are today.
And, your life could never have more friends.

Jul. 2007
(10 years old Lana Lev)
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HOW THE DAY CHANGES

The clouds were all dark gray
It was bitter outside
It was foggy and unpleasant
Even the sapphire water looked murky
Even plants with tropical colors didn't save the day
The trees waved viciously around and around

Finally, the stormy weather stopped
The day was a little more pleasant
It finally looked like summer
The sun started peeking into the sky
Shyly but slowly, it became clearer and clearer

It felt like those plants with tropical colors belonged here
It soon became humid and sticky
How nice it was compared to that bitter, foggy weather

Now children were riding their bikes, laughing and having fun
Everyone forgot the so unpleasant weather
The sky painted itself with an orange color
The sun was halfway down
It wasn't long before the sky turned black and the moon was invited
For a sleepover with the stars.

May 19, 2007
(10 years old Lana Lev)
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FALL

Summer disappeared and fall came after it.
The days were getting colder and colder.
The leaves turned colors of a fire.
And fell from their mother tree.
Now all the trees were ready for winter.

A flower sensed the changing weather.
And one day, you couldn't see it any more.
The roots stayed underground.
Now all the flowers were ready for winter.

A squirrel's tail grew very puffy.
It gathered food for the winter.
And buried the nuts in places no one would ever find them in.
Now all the squirrels were ready for winter.

A bird flew away to a warmer place on Earth.
Where it found the sun to stay with.
The sun gave it warmth for months.
Now all the birds were ready for winter.

A bear ate a lot of food.
And got ready for his long winter sleep.
He wouldn't wake up until spring came.
Now all the bears were ready for winter.

Every animal and every plant was protected.
Some hid.
Some flew away.
And some slept.
And one day, the whole world was ready for winter.

May 24, 2007
(10 years old Lana Lev)
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PINK SUNSET

It was a sunset like no other.
The sky was so calm.
First the clouds calmed down.
And so did the sky.

It was a pink sunset.
It was a sunset of fire.
the sky was such a soft color.
And the clouds were on fire.
Such a great sight.

It was a pink sunset.
The moon was coming.
And so were the stars.
Such a pretty sight,
I wish everyone had seen it.

It was a dark night.
The trees swayed with the breeze.
The night was amazing in it's own way.
The stars lit the sky and the Earth,
Until the dawn's first light.

May 25, 2007
(10 years old Lana Lev)
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SUMMER NIGHT

It was a perfect summer night
The moon-watched sky was a mixture of black and blue
The starlight gave such a calm sensation
Everything was asleep and so quiet

Yet an owl gave a rare hooting sound
It glided past the sleepy town
The owl landed on a tree
Which rustled in response

As the birds awoke,
So did the sun
The sky was no longer dark blue
Instead, a turquoise blue and a very bright orange
The chirping songs awoke the little town

Children made their way to school
The moon gave way as it disappeared
And the sun watched over the sky.

May 19, 2007
(10 years old Lana Lev)
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AS WINTER CAME

As winter came, it left no mark of fall.
The trees were bare and no bird made a sound.
The bear hid and started his long winter sleep.
The ground was covered in snow.

As winter came, birds flew away into a warm place.
The snow hid everything and just the white was seen.
Children built snowmen and igloos.
And after the day it was time for a hot cocoa.

As spring came, it left no mark of winter.
The snow melted and birds came back home.
The trees got their green back.
And the bear awoke.

As spring came, the river started running.
Flowers blossomed and there was a warm feeling in the air.
Spring was all around, and so was nature.

May 27, 2007
(10 year old Lana Lev)
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COLORS

Colors are all different.
They remind me of different things.
They have their own mood.
They are all everywhere.

White is winter, all cold and stormy.
Red is a juicy apple, falling from a tree.
Orange is a fire, too hot to touch.
Yellow is the sun, giving everyone warmth.
Green is spring and a new leaf on a flower.
Blue is the ocean, calm or rough.
Purple is the last color in the rainbow.
Gray is a storm cloud, ready to give rain.

White is a feeling of clean.
Red is the sunset near the ocean.
Orange is an orange, a very luscious one.
Yellow is a dandelion which turned puffy
And flew with the wind.
Green is grass to have a picnic on.
Blue is the summer sky.
Purple is a ripe grape.
Gray is a mountain, reaching to the clouds.

A color is an emotion.
Every color reminds me of being free.

May 27, 2007
(10 years old Lana Lev)
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