Friday, February 22, 2013
Here are selections from “Fifth Dimension,” a selection of poems and nonfiction writings by May Street Elementary fifth-graders. They were guided this winter by Wendy Best of Parkdale, artist in residence. Best credited teachers Katherine Jacobson, Heidi Burns and Leonard Bunting, and Principal Kelly Beard, “for having been so supportive of this special creative writing project.”
by Soleil Pelletier
As I lie here sleeping
All snuggled in my bed
I dream of myself dancing
And frolicking in my head.
My feet skip to the rhythm
Of the water on my window pane.
And as I dance, I stop and glance,
As my tresses fall like rain.
I lie here and I smile
As I sashay in my skull.
For when I dance, I feel entranced.
It certainly isn’t dull.
by Brooklyn Williams
I’ve been wandering since the dawn of time.
Passing people, talking pantomime.
A crowded room, still I feel so alone.
No one to love, no place I can call home.
I’ve been wandering since this world was born
The days go by, I’m so forlorn.
An endless path that has no end,
A river with a constant bend.
I’ll be wandering ‘till this world ends.
A labyrinth in my heart condemns
The struggle keeps my sanity.
This poem, my last word to thee.
by Cameron Rovig
One day Jack Marsh decided to take a walk around town. As he got to his halfway point, he stepped on something, then he fell. Down, down, down he went, and then- SPLASH!
The water he fell into was sewage water. It was all slimy and sticky and disgusting. Jack jumped up and he started to try to climb the ladder, but then something tiny hit him. It rolled off his head and into his hand. As soon as he got a good look at it, the ladder began to shake. The screws were falling out of it!
Jack was almost to the top with about ten steps to go, but then — BANG! — the ladder fell and Jack let go. He hit his head. When he got up, he noticed that the water was gone.
As he was walking, he heard rushing water. More water was coming and there was a LOT. The water swept Jack up and then there was a giant whirlpool.
Jack fell in. He was being washed through all the town sewer pipes and then he got washed to the ocean. He finally made it out. After he got to shore, he finished his walk around town.
by Mateo Campos-Davis
Chris walked down the street on his leisurely walk home. He was the fastest person in the entire seventh grade — and the eighth grade, too. He wasn’t fast because he was really tall or anything like that. Chris was about average height.
At about two blocks away from his house there was a side street. Chris was swinging his Star Wars lunchbox; as he passed that narrow alley, the lunchbox almost seemed to jump out of his grasp as it flew towards the opening.
When Chris went to retrieve it, a small, golden-furred, stray cat crossed his path. “Hello little cat,” said Chris. The cat just looked at him, in a scary kind of way as if it knew something.
It opened its mouth and Chris expected a pathetic meow to come out. Instead, what came out was totally unexpected.
“Hello human,” said the cat.” Whoa! Was he going crazy or did that cat just talk to him?
“Yes, I just talked to you, ignorant little human.”
Okay. This was getting really strange. Chris reacted in the only way he knew how. With a dumb look. Suddenly, the cat started to grow, and I mean fast. Before Chris even knew what was happening, the cat was already as big as a lion. It grew and grew, until it was almost as tall as the buildings around them.
Without warning, the cat (or rather giant lion) pounced on him. Okay, I guess it didn’t really pounce; it stuck out its paw and pinned him. In what sounded more like a low growl than speech, the thing said, “Listen, kid I don’t want to be here, but I was sent here to tell you that you are to be the savior of Saturn. I don’t think you can do it, but they believe.”
That was scary. Chris had no idea what the huge animal was talking about. The creature flung Chris’s lunchbox out of the alley and across the street and muttered one word: “Fetch”
Chris didn’t have to be told twice. He scrambled out of the alley as fast as he could go, running across the street to get the lunchbox. He sprinted towards his house and didn’t look back until he got there.
When Chris finally did get home he ran in the front door, panting like a dog.
“How was your day at school, Chris?” asked his mom.
“Good,” said Chris.
“What did you do at school?” she asked.
“Oh, you know. School stuff.”
“Okay, would you like a snack?” she asked.
“Nah, I’m not very hungry.” That was a lie. Chris was very hungry, especially after his run home. He just needed time to think.
He went to his bedroom without another word. He sat down on his bed to ponder the chaos that had been today. His first thought was what was that thing, and why did it tell him that he was supposed to be the savior of Saturn?”
Chris? The savior of Saturn? He didn’t think so. As far as he knew, Saturn wasn’t even inhabited. Plus humans hadn’t been to Saturn. Unless the government was keeping super top-secret information from the general population, Chris was sure that humans had not been farther out than the moon.
As he was thinking, Chris remembered that he had invited his friend, Sam, over after school today.
“Chris, there’s someone here to see you!” called his mother from downstairs. He wondered if it was Sam coming over to play video games. Then he wondered who it could be if it wasn’t.
It wasn’t Sam at the door. It was something that changed Chris’s life. Forever.
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