September 2, 2014

Young Writers Project: Perspective

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Young Writers Project is an independent nonprofit that engages students to write, helps them improve and connects them with authentic audiences through the Newspaper Series (and youngwritersproject.org) and the Schools Project (ywpschools.net).

Prompt: Perspective: Tell a story from the perspective or viewpoint of something unconventional: a dog, flower, mountain, etc.

 

Emily Elephant 

By Talia Gibbs 

Grade 2, The Bellwether School, Williston

One morning as I was walking with my parents to the cave of dawn I looked behind myself and I saw hunters. One minute later I was all alone until two animal rescuers and I got to go to the animal rescue center. I felt scared. I had never seen people before. Once I got to the animal rescue center there were a lot of elephants waiting to be friends with me.

“Hello, my name is Emily. Do you want to be my friends?” I asked.

When I got hungry I got to eat formula that the workers made. The workers took me and the elephants for a walk every day to get some exercise. The workers had to come with us so they knew where we were. Then we would go back to the elephant reserve center.

When I was not on a walk, I was in a cage. The color of the cage was green. When I had been there for a couple of days I had a lot of friends to hang out with. It was fun to have friends to play with every day and to walk with.

Now that I am 20 years old, the workers have returned me to the wild. I will miss my friends and the workers that took good care of me.

“Good-bye,” I said. “I will miss you.”

Now I am happy in the wild being free.

This story is based on the true story of an elephant rescued by the David Sheldrick Wildlife Trust, which Talia and her friend Luke raised money to support.

 

My Winter Forest
and Me

By Emma Strack 

Grade 6, Williston Central School

My winter forest comes only a season a year

My winter forest has so many sounds to hear

My ears let me hear because they are as big as a basset hound’s

The snow is a soft blanket on the ground

And through the snow I shall bound

My winter forest is full of beauty to me

But brings so many predators hard to see

Children laugh and have snowball fights

But they only do it when the sun and snow are bright

And then it snows making everything white

My tracks leave a mark in the new fallen snow

But they go when the wind will blow

My tracks are big

And my home I dig

I make a soft bed

Finally a place to rest my weary head

 

Life as a Dog

By Hailey Chase

Grade 5, Williston Central School

I am a dog,

running, fetching,

chasing the sun to get to tomorrow.

A treat,

a tennis ball.

No worries.

Life is like fetch.

Sometimes you have to run far to get the ball;

sometimes it is thrown right to you.

Never slowing down,

running to catch it.

 

Bobby

By Shane Skiff 

Grade 5, Williston Central School

My two-leg friend who lives upstairs is kind of interesting. Oh, I’m sorry, my name is Bobby. I’m Shane’s rabbit. I was born a poor rabbit who lived on Church Street. One day a two-leg picked me up and brought me to a building with lots of other animals. That’s where Shane comes in – he came to the building and brought me to his home. When we got to his house, he put me in a courtyard. I liked this because it gave me lots of room to play. They also fed me a lot and gave me treats. But every morning Shane goes to a place that I don’t know about. Sometimes I guess where he goes. One of my ideas is that he plays professional music. My other guess is that he goes and sees other animals…

 

Dog Alone

By Katherine Veronneau 

Grade 5, Williston Central School

Every day my owners either go off to school or go to work.  I get really bored. Today to entertain myself I have decided to tell you what I think of this. Also I will tell you a little bit of what I do when they are gone (I say a little bit because if I told you all then I would probably get in trouble)… I finally realized that it did not help to sit at the door and bark all day. I got bored of that so I started doing stuff to tell my owners to do something about going to school and going to work.  For example, I would get up on their couch and it would be all hairy when they got home, but they still did not get the message. So I tried to put their trash all around the house. Also I tried eating their food, then leaving the wrappers on my bed, but then they just started closing their doors and putting their food away in the microwave. One time they left a bag of lollipops out and I opened the bag with my teeth. I ate some of them, but some of them tasted really bad so I left those on the rug. When they got home there was a bunch of lollipops sticking to their rug! They were not very happy.

 

Cloud

By Sam Ballard 

Grade 6, Williston Central School

I’m a cloud. I am a dark grey cloud.

Everyone that looks at me hates me…

I mean rain; I’m filled with it.

I am it.

No one likes the rain.

The rain is like tears.

It makes people sad. Rain is sad.

When people see me they get umbrellas so they don’t get wet from my rain.

 

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Comments

  1. Louis M. Izzo says:

    I take frequent walks in my neighborhood and surrounding sidewalks/roads on Industrial Avenue and Rt 2-A and occasionally see what appears to be a dog-poop bag, nicely tied, but simply left there in the road or on the sidewalk. I would like to remind dog-walkers that this is not appropriate. Please carry it off.

    Thank you for meeting your legal responsibilities.

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