aditi's simple thoughts (original)

In my cousin sisters school, they were having a poem contest and the prize is 500 dollars. They have to write a poem about sunsets. This inspired me to write my masterpiece poem about a specific sunset. Shimmering sun rays disappear under the horizon. A fisher man's boat returns for the night. Up in the sky, a flock of wild geese  Glide back to their home. Near the busy shoreline, a stubborn sea gull  Refuses to go before catching her last sardine. Some angel fish scurry Away from a young shark. Emperor angelfish swim proudly  Through the water While hidden eels stalk them. Turning the sky from pink to purple, The stars hold the key  To open up the night.

Buds bloom into  Lilacs, tulips, roses and Of course, lavenders, Smelling like sweet honey. Surely these are wonders. Obliged bees are ready for  Masters order to Suck sweet nectar and collect fuzzy pollen

You Will Need: 7 or more players Tables or desks [ enough for the players ]  wall [for meeting place] How to Play Pick 2 or 3 people to be the tappers. Everyone except the tappers should close their eyes and put their head gently on the table or desk with their thumbs down. The tappers should go and tap on 1 person and then go back to the wall. If you get tapped, put your thumb up. Once all the tappers are at the wall, open your eyes and raise your hand.  Guess who tapped you. If you guess correctly, you will become a tapper. If you guessed wrongly, you will have to compete again and try your luck. Play ten turns and the winner is the one who has tapped people the most. Aditi Bhattamishra, Pine Glen Elementery School, Grade 2, Burlington, MA 01803

" Got my helmet on my head. Figure out what that zombie said. Lava all over the room. Got half a heart left, man I am doomed. Don't have any iron bars. My pic just broke into some shards. Scary noise, what should I do? Go left or right, I'll have to choose. Visions of last time flash inside my mind. I'm scared. Oh well... And I'm pretty sure there's a big creeper right there. DON'T MINE AT NIGHT. I know you're looking at that cave. And you're feel'in kinda  brave. Go to bed you'll be all right. DON'T MINE AT NIGHT. There's nothing that is gonna change if you just wait until the day. Zombies wanna eat your brain. DON'T MINE AT NIGHT.  I know it's me your gonna thank. Make a bed, it's not to late. Three wool and three wooden planks. DON'T MINE AT NIGHT. How many times do I have to say? Drop the pick and walk away-ay, Whoaa! DON'T MINE AT NIIIGHT. Stomachs all tied up in knots. This labrynth, I'm am gettin l...

A yellow  morning was in progress; The blue  breeze blew, A pink bird sang its morning song, The sly green  eyes moved, slinking in the shadow of the bushes,  An  orange  bird flew, A purple butterfly woke, A black  dog chased a gray  cat, which chased a brown  mouse, What a colorful day!

How To Make Fizzy Lemonade Things You Need - Four Lemons -Baking Soda -Juice-Glass - Water - Sugar - Juicer -  Knife :How To Make: Cut the lemons in half  and use the juicer to squeeze the juice out of the lemons and into the glass. Pour some water and some sugar and stir until the sugar dissolves. Add a bit of baking soda to the lemonade and watch the lemonade FIZZ! Once the lemonade stops fizzing, put a little umbrella or a piece of lemon on top of the glass. ENJOY YOUR DRINK!

Betsy Ross sewed the first American flag with the help of her mother. The first flag had thirteen stripes for the thirteen colonies during that time. After several  years, the flag changed.. Another two states were added. Then two more stripes were added. As more and more states joined, the President of that time was worried that the flag will be VERY long. So he cut down the stripes to thirteen. and added stars to one corner of the flag  and soon, threre were fifty stars for the fifty states, and thirteen  stripes for the thirteen orginal colonies which became the first states. Joy was everywhere when the 50th star was added for Hawaii. Since then, the American flag has never changed.  Aditi Bhattamishra 1st Grade Pine Glen