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Winter By: Kaydence Andrews J. Larry Newton School – 6th Grade – Mrs. Clinton White snow is falling The wind is calling Me back outside To when I was younger With my mother’s mother There were snowballs flying There were snowmen dying As the sky got colder, The hot-cocoa felt warmer The taste of snow brings back Memories of the places we used to go     During the winter I still remember the dinner There was chicken and rice I ate it twice During this winter I still remember Winter Maura Barnett J. Larry Newton School – 6th Grade – Mrs. Clinton It happened over night I woke up and saw white small fluffy snow falling onto the ground I go inside to smell my moms famous beef stew Then I watch outside and I hear the kids yelling and screaming As I watch, I smell the flames from the fire This is my happy place Winter is my happy place I’m all snuggled up in jackets, scarfs, gloves, and boots I’m feeling cozy and happy Some people might call it //a winter wonderland//. ** Summer ** ** By: Arissa Begnaud ** ** J. Larry Newton – 6th Grade – Mrs. Clinton ** ** I feel the sun burn on my face, ** ** kids playing a game of school yard chase ** ** Salty air ** ** frizzy hair ** ** Summer’s finally here ** ** get out your summer gear ** ** Bathing suits, flip flops, and sunglasses too ** ** bare legs and feet, no need to wear shoes ** ** skin turns darker, Hair gets lighter, ** ** The day lasts longer, the night is brighter ** ** Summer’s finally here ** ** get out your beach gear ** ** Goggles, and surfboards, and beach balls, too ** ** pineapples, kiwi, and blueberries so blue ** ** Sand castles, beach towels, and picnics to eat ** ** Summer’s finally here and it’s full of treats. **   // Money // By: Bay Bousson J. Larry Newton School – 6th Grade – Mrs. Clinton The smell of money is mouth watering. The sound of coins falling on the ground is to die for. The crinkle of money makes you want to buy everything in the world. The look of money in your wallet is so savage. You can never get enough money Unless you run out of room in your wallet. Spring By Anna Burns J. Larry Newton School – 6th Grade – Mrs. Clinton April showers Planting flowers Spring breeze Buzzing bees Gentle rains muddy terrains budding trees new green leaves bright orange peaches sunny beaches hot humid air messy hair ** Summer ** ** Amontae Carrion ** ** J. Larry Newton – 6th Grade – Mrs. Clinton ** ** Summer is here there is so much cheer ** ** We can ride our bikes ** ** or fly our kites ** ** We can climb ** ** a tree or ** ** chase ** ** a bee ** ** Summer is ending everyone’s sad but ** ** We can wait till next year ** The Beach By: Lexia Cook J. Larry Newton School – 6th Grade – Mrs. Clinton The hot grains of sand beneath my bare feet The waves crashing softly, to a lullaby beat The soft swishing sound of the green palm tree leaves as a warm wind blows a smooth gentle breeze. The hot burning sun kissing my face and my back The seagulls with their bright feathers and their lack of silence, but the noise of their wings flapping The beautiful tropical Plumeria flowers The salty breeze The pretty tropical colors The beach. __ Paintball __ By: Gage Keith Crocker J. Larry Newton School – 6th Grade – Mrs. Clinton Pull up to the Corn Maze, With my thick pants and shirt, And get ready to have fun because, Paintballs really hurt Put on my mask, Get out my gun, Ref says, “Go to base And just have some fun!” When we get to our base, The horn blows real loud, As I take my position, Behind a huge crate Paintballs fly past me, As they hit my teammate, And I shoot him in the back, As I sit there silently Someone with Red on the barrel walks past me     Without knowing I’m there So I aim down my gun, And pull the trigger As DJ Khaled says, “Another one!” The horn blows again, And team blue wins. Autumn By: Annie Deakle J. Larry Newton School – 6th Grade – Mrs. Clinton When autumn hits that time of day Its time to run, scream, and play I hear the leaves falling But never the birds calling While there is a little breeze Shaking the colorful trees Autumn is my favorite part of year Because sometimes it is already here // Music // // By: Lyly Joy Dutcher // // J. Larry Newton School – 6th Grade – Mrs. Clinton // // Music is the joy in my life when I’m sad, // // Music is the joy when I’m mad, // // Music is everything to me, // // Music is in my family tree, // // Music is has rhythm that makes you dance, // // It sorta makes you be in a trans, // // You can make music with your own voice, // // You choose a really good choice, // // Music will never die, // // Just look at the bands it goes on and on like pieces of a pie, // // Music is apart of me, // // and I. // The Raccoon Who Swallowed a Kid By: Ryan Fendley J. Larry Newton School Ahhhhh!!!! Gulp. Blah! This place smells like a sewer. Uh, it is so dark in here. And cold. I need to make a fire. Hey, a lighter! Click. And it works. Wow! I’m inside of a raccoon! This raccoon eats some useful stuff. I even found some firewood, and some marshmallows! Ah, toasty! I wander if the raccoon notices the fire? If he does, I hope he spits me out. Spit. Yay! I am finally free! Why am I so small? Dink. Ow! That hurt!” “Are you ok?” my mom said. “Yeah. I just hit my head on my bed.” “Ok!” my mom says. Then she walks away. Whew! It was just a dream. My Brother James Fincher J. Larry Newton School – 6th Grade – Mrs. Clinton He marches in perfect motion He trains everyday He does what he needs to do     No matter how hard it is      No matter how much he wants to quit He is an American Airman

Inside My Head By Abbeyglen Fulford J. Larry Newton School – 6th Grade – Mrs. Clinton I am very bored I spend my time Imagining fantasy sword Battles in my head Perhaps if I read a book I will have read a wonderful story. OH look, As the people fight with Words, for they are just as bad Their fights, nothing but a myth Wasting the time they have, or had In the book I have read There have been many rhymes For rhymes are floating in my head This poem, though confusing, is Meaningful within the world Of curiosity and bliss Perhaps one day Someone will understand what Are the things that lay Inside my head

** My First Deer ** Brodie Fultz J. Larry Newton School – 6th Grade – Mrs. Clinton

I wake up to the sound of pots and pans being nocked into each other. I sit up to see my uncle and dad making coffee in the kitchen. I got out of bed and walked over to them. They asked me if I wanted to go hunting and of course I said yes. First I put on my thick socks, long johns, cameo pants, long sleeve shirt, and a cameo jacket. My cousin was sleeping so we took his gun because it would be easier for me to shoot with. As we walked out the door I felt the cold breeze hit my face and I shivered in my layers of cloths. We went to the rover my uncle was telling my dad and I were we were going to hunt. He said we were going to hunt at the number 2 plot and I’m glad he picked that spot. As soon as my uncle stopped the rover the walking started it was still dark so it was hard to see the road so I fell in a hole in the middle of the road, and busted a cut on my knee open, but it was fine. As soon as we got in the stand, I fell asleep. I was tired. I woke up half an hour later and sat up in the chair and looked on the plot, but nothing was there. I went back to sleep and woke up an hour later. My dad said that we were about to leave when I sat up in the chair and saw something brown in the field. I quickly told my dad that there was a deer in the field. He leaned forward and looked. He said, “Let me make sure it’s a doe.” He looked through his binoculars and said that it was a doe, and I could shoot it. I put my earmuffs on, so the gunshot wouldn’t hurt my ears. I brought the gun up slowly, and I looked through the scope and saw the deer. I put the crosshairs behind the shoulder, in fact, a little bit too far. I squeezed the trigger, but nothing happened. I told my dad it wasn’t working. He told me to take the safety off, but I had never used that gun before, so I didn’t know were the safety was. My dad clicked it off for me, and I put the crosshairs behind my shoulder. Again, I squeezed the trigger. Boom! A puff of white hair rose up from the gun. I knew I had hit the deer. My dad texted my uncle and told him that I had shot a deer. He drove up in the Rover and said, “Good job Brodie.” We walked over to the spot were the deer was standing when I shot it. There was some blood on the ground. My uncle started following the blood trail, and suddenly he stopped and said, “Here it is.” I tried to drag the still deer, but I couldn’t do it. My dad had to do it for me. We got back to the camp, and I jumped out of the Rover. I woke up my cousin and told him, “I just shot my first deer!” ** Wet Net ** Grayson Harris J. Larry Newton School – 6th Grade – Mrs. Clinton

I walk into the room then “Happy Birthday” my family is standing there with my presents. I’m eating just wanting to know what is in that bag. “Present Time.” I tear the tissue paper right out of the bag. “A NEW BASKETBALL.” I immediately tear open the box and run outside just to take a shot before I leave for school. I go straight for the shot and rip goes the net “wet,” I do it again “wet,” again, again, and again continuously. “16 rips, this is a Wet Net”.

Hunting Season // By Jackson Hill // J. Larry Newton School – 6th Grade – Mrs. Clinton Wake up at 4:00 leave at 4:30 Walk to the stand Still tired Gun is loaded ready to shoot 8 point walks out Heart is pounding But I’m not worried I look in the sight Ready to shoot I sit still And bang it drops Hurricane By Mary Elizabeth Hollowell J. Larry Newton School – 6th Grade – Mrs. Clinton Clouds are weeping like they lost a friend Oceans are crashing like a vase hitting the floor We will have things we need to mend There is no sun any more Rain rain go away We are drowning in the thought of a flood The rain will stay anyway Hopefully there will be no shed blood As the eye comes near we hold things more dear Soon you hear the house crumbling loudly Now people are more sincere People are crying fearfully ** N ** ature ** S ** tompers **// By: Elyse Hughes //** J. Larry Newton School – 6th Grade – Mrs. Clinton

There they are, //stomp stomp stomp// Down goes another, //chomp chomp chomp// One by one, they disappear Each time a stomper stomps it all down For every and each year // stomp stomp stomp // // chomp chomp chomp // Nature’s lungs go     As the stompers obviously show All of the animals run away, But some can not run from this doomsday These trees these trees They must stay, But the stompers never go away Maybe they don’t understand About nature’s powers I guess it’s goodbye to all of the showers // stomp stomp stomp // // chomp chomp chomp // Seasons By: Lexie-Grace Hunt J. Larry Newton School – 6th Grade – Mrs. Clinton I feel the summer sun burn my face, The young kids running to first base, And summer begins. Sandy beaches, Salty toes, Vacations with friends, Until autumn comes again. Leaves are now falling, Football is starting, The trees are dying, Until winter comes again. The air is cold, Jack Frost has come to visit, A white Christmas to be had, The snow isn’t melting, Until spring comes again. Sun is shining once again, Flowers are sprouting, The birds are chirping, The seasons will come again. Season BY: Kendall McCovery J. Larry Newton School – 6th Grade – Mrs. Clinton I feel the burning hot sun beaming down my body I see lots of seagulls looking for food I smell salt water I hear the radio WHAT SEASON AM I?    // The forest // Jackson McKenzie J. Larry Newton School – 6th Grade – Mrs. Clinton

As I walk along the forest floor I see trees that make me fear. In the woods to the East I see two large mule deer. I watch my food curiously as they head butt each other so     furiously. Choosing wisely which one to kill I put a bullet in the chamber Aiming my gun with skill ** 4 wheeler ** By: Krystal Moor**e** J. Larry Newton School – 6th Grade – Mrs. Clinton The day was hot, My body was itching To give it a try The machine was green We filled it with gas I jumped on the seat Then I flew past Up over the hill On the other side The wind in my hair MAN! What a ride! I came back to my house I slid to a stop My sis was staring My dad’s mouth dropped There was dust all around My brother wore a grin Said, “Get back on     and do it again!” ** Summer ** Johanna Mondragon J. Larry Newton School – 6th Grade – Mrs. Clinton Hooray! Hooray! No more school We can go to the pool But I can’t wait till we go to the beach Where we will hear the seagulls screech Now is the time we need sunglasses Flip-Flops, too I will soon be starting swimming classes And be able to get on my canoe After being in the sun And having lots of fun Going back to school will be a bummer This is my summer Go to the Beach J. Larry Newton School – 6th Grade – Mrs. Clinton By: Leah Kathryn Koleen Peacock Go to the beach Where the waters half green And the jellyfish sting Go to the beach Where your tan awaits And saltiness on your skin stays):     Go to the beach      Where it’s always warm      And tourists like to swarm      Go to the beach      Where little white waves trickle over your feet      And somehow you must beat the heat      Maybe we shouldn’t go to the beach. Agree?      Summer      Camron Peterson      J. Larry Newton School – 6th Grade – Mrs. Clinton      Summer is nice summer is sweet      Summer is delicious like a tasty treat      Popsicles and ice cream cones are both      Yummy and sweet      They make the perfect summer snack for me to eat      Summer      Kaleigh Rutkoski      J. Larry Newton School – 6th Grade – Mrs. Clinton

Freshly cut green grass Time to catch some bass Salty sand on the beach Put on sunscreen each by each Always playing at the dock Never looking at the clock Mom says time to come inside We just ignore her and stay outside Winter By Emmalee Ryals J. Larry Newton School – 6th Grade – Mrs. Clinton I see the white snow as it falls I smell the best hot chocolate I hear my little brothers laughing My mom calls for us to come eat lunch I feel the warm fuzzy blanket around me     I hear the sound of the fire crackling I get into bed with the thought of another wonderful day ahead of me     I watch the white snow as it falls Winter __ Spring __ By Steele Sims J. Larry Newton School – 6th Grade – Mrs. Clinton

Sweet smell of flowers The breeze on my face The sound of bees buzzing all over the place Children playing sports Parents eating Easter cakes with forks People laughing, telling jokes Everywhere you look you see buds on Oaks Anglers loading their fishing boats Rods and reels and even kid floats Time for summer It’s finally here School is out Let’s give a cheer!

My Rifle By: Grant Smith J. Larry Newton School – 6th Grade – Mrs. Clinton It smells like smoke from a warm fire. It feels like cold metal from the winter weather. It tastes like hot lead going through a buck. Its sounds like a loud wham leaving a ringing in your ear.

Hunting Season Brody Swindle J. Larry Newton School – 6th Grade – Mrs. Clinton Wake up at 4:30 Get dressed Drink some coffee Eat a honey bun Hop in the truck Drive to the spot we’re hunting Get out of the truck Walk to the stand Get in the stand Fall asleep Buck walks out My dad wakes me up     I shoot the buck The buck drops to the ground We go get the buck We put the buck in the truck Take the buck to the camp Everybody’s jealous They say the buck’s a savage We take the buck to taxidermy Get the buck back 6 months later Hang him on the wall Name him savage-buck My Backyard Written By: Emma Tunnell J. Larry Newton School - 6th Grade – Mrs. Clinton

I feel the fresh breeze of the trees touch my sun tanned skin, I feel the fresh cut green grass touch my tickled feet, This is my backyard, I see the radiant colored flowers ready to be picked, I see the fresh juicy fruit in the garden ready to be eaten, This is my backyard. I hear the birds chirping relaxing lullabies flowing through the wind, I hear the sound of little children happily playing, This is my backyard. The Color of Song Poem By: Kyli Villarreal J. Larry Newton School – 6th Grade – Mrs. Clinton Songs have many colors, There is a variety of types of music and colors to blend. For example pop music is a mix of colors but with more violet purples, And country is multiple shades of brown and yellows and tans like sand. But those are just my opinions on what I see in songs, Many people think differently of what they hear and see. People can imagine or taste songs, And they can also do some things at the same time but once again thats just me. I just hope that you can see something in songs too, Or I might just be crazy unlike every one else. But if you can’t then at least think about what songs mean to you, And now I leave you with this question...     What do you see in things that are special?

** When I Look at the Horizon ** Price Vinson J. Larry Newton School – 6th Grade – Mrs. Clinton When I look at the horizon, it was just breaking dawn. In the corner of my eye, I saw a baby fawn. I got chills down my spine. Behind the fawn, I saw a buck that was looking just fine. The gun in my hand was much different than the hot summer sand. When I raised the gun, the deer looked even better. So, I raised the gun, took aim, And gave him a slammer. I lifted him up and felt sweet pride, In the deer I had taken with his furry hide.

Blowing Winds By: Libby Kate Waters J. Larry Newton School – 6th Grade – Mrs. Clinton The hush of the blowing winds. The crunch of the leaves under your feet. This is fall. The waves softly blowing with the wind. The bird tweeting on your window sill. This is fall. The smell of the pumpkin pie and turkey on the table. Family all gathered together to enjoy a quiet, peaceful meal. This is fall. The sound of the giant owl hooting through the night. A great, big, orange moon sinking back down into the great big earth. This is fall. A Dancer’s Life Reaghann Welch J. Larry Newton School – 6th Grade – Mrs. Clinton The smell of sweaty feet, down the hall The sound of the base booming, through the walls The scuffing of tennis shoes, on the gnarly floor The sounds of tap shoes, pounding like a roar The feel of the ballet shoes, under my feet The old sweaty jazz shoes, worn out and beat It is time for the recital, My dance choreographer announces the title My dance number is up     Time to show the world what I’m capable of      This is my life Every single day I wouldn’t want to live it     Any other way