by Kat, a 4th-grader from Russell School He gave me a snowglobe, nothing special not an expensive cloth or a plastic toy, but only a glittery snowglobe from Nashville. She gave me a box of thin sand dollars, texture of sandpaper and colors like white and beige. He gave me a lesson on how to play baseball, on how to bat and how to pitch, the reminder of the ball on my loose tooth. He gave me the reminder of imagination when we made a snowman battle ground and a dragon egg out of much ... continue reading...

Poetry Is A group poem by Sharon Jones 4th Grade, Lewis & Clark School Poetry is the meadowlark and poetry is the monster under my bed Poetry is a pump of life, the sparks dancing around the fire Poetry can be cold as the north wind and a lonely cave at night Poetry swirls and paints the wind Poetry is the soul opening inside Poetry is floating asteroids Poetry is like super glue stuck to my mind Poetry is the wonderless nobody Poetry is the thief of itself Poetry is snow in my ... continue reading...

The Dance (inspired by collaboration with Ballet Beyond Borders) by Charlie, Dixon School I see, a graceful swan skipping on water. Then it’s dark, then you see a volume of shadows prancing like a grasshopper. Then I see two strings, forming into a knot, then they let go making the shadows come alive to apart where they have to let go. Then war happens, making the volume of the beat through everyone’s heart “Boom” like an explosion making the shadows disappear, then all you hear is a dancing ... continue reading...

The Beautiful River By Reese, Dixon School The river is covered In fog            The fog is Covered in air             The fog can Cover the grass The sun is                         Hot             The fog is gone The night moon is Bright             The river is Reflecting the moon The                         Sun is out             The river is warm             The river is cold The sunlight is on The river The river The beautiful river How do you think of ... continue reading...