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My First Buck
by Amelia

I've been dreaming of this day

I've been dreaming since I was seven.

Today this old buck

went straight to heaven.

We were driving along in our tuck,

eating starbursts and licorice.

We've been driving all day long,

shooting this buck is all I could wish.

I was starting to think we were done.

We stopped to take a break.

The air was cold,

and my dad started to shake.

He was looking through my rifle.

I was so cold I wanted to stay in the truck.

He said, "Amelia I found it",

I found your buck.

We started to hike on top of the hill top.

I was thinking about it a lot.

As we came to the edge and hid behind a rock.

My dad said, "Take a good shot."

For a while I sat there not knowing where it was.

Finally when I could spot it.

It shop up

and I shot it.
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Arrogant Eagle
by Nichole

While walking through the mountains,

I cam through the open meadow.

I saw everything - tall trees along with a small creek near by,

there was also a sleeping baby doe.

In the nest at the top of a very tall pine,

I could hear some chirps and see some small heads sticking out.

Then a great eagle, very beautiful indeed

came through with arrogance in its flight.

This arrogant eagle thought to its self,

"This person cannot fly like me.

So it is not as perfect as I,"

as I left the meadow I believed that this eagle was perfect as can be.

While I walked, I pondered,

"Why is this eagle so perfect, what has it done to be so?"

Then, in my mind, I knew what it could have done,

it probably got into a fight with that one crow.

I remembered that before I came into the meadow,

there was a crow, it lay stunned and hurt.

I walked to it and watched it die,

"wonder, why you're lying there?" I was about to blurt.

But then I walked away,

ended up in this very meadow today.

Walking quietly and hoping not to disturb,

then I woke up this morning and began to pray.
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White Fire

by Skyler

Fur as white as snow,

I run to clear my weary mind.

The fire burning on the inside,

It is my soul that I wish to find.

The arctic wonderland flashes by,

No one here to see.

I feel my heart throbbing inside my chest,

The animal unleashes inside of me.

It's the fire that continues to burn,

it urges me onward.

The crisp air is blistering my face,

I will no longer be the coward.

My breath comes hot and coarse,

but still I notch up the pace.

The snow will cover up my tracks,

there will be no trace.

The fire licks at my skin,

threatening away the blistering snow.

All I see is that vast white,

except for a single black crow.

I smell the scent of fresh pine,

the crow caws an awful sound.

A whine escapes my lips.

The crow flies away, not wanting to be found.

The thudding of my heart,

meets the time of my stride.

I make my way to the top of the mountain,

my chest swells with pride.

As I realized just what I had accomplished,

the fire starts to go away.

And the cold is numbing,

a howl escapes my lips, now everyone will here what I have to say.

A tear wells up in my eye,

it wetens the snow.

I lay under a tree,

taking my last bow.

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Silly Sheep

by

I was walking home from school,

it was quiet, not a peep.

I passed by my grandpa's farm

and I saw a silly sheep.

That sheep could have been normal,

except for one thing,

it was standing on it's head,

and I was sure I heard it sing.

that song was kinda familiar,

I thought I had heard it before,

I can't quite remember where,

but I wanted to hear more.

I ran over by that sheep

and listened all day long,

I have no idea why I did

but I loved that silly song.

I kept on coming back

and there we still stay.

Me and that silly sheep

singing through the day.

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