<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-449104501769573472</id><updated>2011-07-30T13:31:02.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2009 Poetry Ages 11-13</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerpoetryages11-13.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449104501769573472/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerpoetryages11-13.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sarasota Writing Contests</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12777594923796611668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7xIIGend2YY/SleykWrvzEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FenqwXtoWbU/s1600-R/writing.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>45</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-449104501769573472.post-2380086589137907950</id><published>2009-08-10T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T11:02:11.644-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Winner!</title><content type='html'>The poem with the most votes is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Day of Work&lt;br /&gt;by Kaitlyn Whiteside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You go out to do a day of work.&lt;br /&gt;You cut a tree get hot and wish there were a breeze.&lt;br /&gt;You mow the lawn get tired, and yawn.&lt;br /&gt;You want to go to the bar but you know you have to wash the car.&lt;br /&gt;You hear a bark and know it is getting dark.&lt;br /&gt;You go in the pool and it is cool.&lt;br /&gt;You say ahh what a day of work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/449104501769573472-2380086589137907950?l=summerpoetryages11-13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerpoetryages11-13.blogspot.com/feeds/2380086589137907950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://summerpoetryages11-13.blogspot.com/2009/08/winner.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449104501769573472/posts/default/2380086589137907950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449104501769573472/posts/default/2380086589137907950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerpoetryages11-13.blogspot.com/2009/08/winner.html' title='Winner!'/><author><name>Sarasota Writing Contests</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12777594923796611668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7xIIGend2YY/SleykWrvzEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FenqwXtoWbU/s1600-R/writing.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-449104501769573472.post-1670532472206684631</id><published>2009-08-03T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T07:50:07.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Her Gaze of Medieval Times</title><content type='html'>From the castle the sound of screams were heard&lt;br /&gt;Her heart torn and her mouth without a word&lt;br /&gt;The darkness of the walls caved her in&lt;br /&gt;The small hairs on her back stood up from her skin&lt;br /&gt;Her dress a light blue, embroidered gold&lt;br /&gt;The wrinkles on her gown, fold upon fold&lt;br /&gt;Her hair long and thick, as dark as the skies&lt;br /&gt;At first glance you would gaze at her eyes&lt;br /&gt;Bloodshot they were, filled with tears&lt;br /&gt;She dashed down the hall to escape her fears&lt;br /&gt;The steps to the door felt like eternal torture&lt;br /&gt;"My people!" she though. "My world in danger!"&lt;br /&gt;As she opened the door she saw the cursed sight and whaled...&lt;br /&gt;"How could I fail my kingdom? I couldn't have failed!"&lt;br /&gt;Bodies of lost knights scattered on the ground&lt;br /&gt;Families grasping their children dashing around&lt;br /&gt;The remains of animals left from battle abandoned, alone&lt;br /&gt;Blood and destruction everywhere, the battle truly was shown&lt;br /&gt;From the village she heard deadly screams from babies and mothers&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly she thought... "What will happen to the surviving others?"&lt;br /&gt;She clapsed to the ground and began to cry&lt;br /&gt;The smell of smoke burnt her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly she felt a tap upon her back&lt;br /&gt;"Is it a evil knight going to attack?"&lt;br /&gt;No, it was a dog gimping on one leg&lt;br /&gt;She thought he wanted some help because he started to beg&lt;br /&gt;But alas no he wanted her to rise on her feet&lt;br /&gt;She smiled at the K-9 who stood up from defeat&lt;br /&gt;She asked "What is your name oh four legged one?"&lt;br /&gt;The eyes of the dog reflected light, perhaps from the sun?&lt;br /&gt;Turning around all the princess saw was the works of the devil&lt;br /&gt;Standing up she suddenly realized and said... "Let thou understand that to burden ones thought is to cowardice at the sight of evil."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; -By Victoria R. &lt;br /&gt;  Age 12&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/449104501769573472-1670532472206684631?l=summerpoetryages11-13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerpoetryages11-13.blogspot.com/feeds/1670532472206684631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://summerpoetryages11-13.blogspot.com/2009/08/her-gaze-of-medieval-times.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449104501769573472/posts/default/1670532472206684631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449104501769573472/posts/default/1670532472206684631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerpoetryages11-13.blogspot.com/2009/08/her-gaze-of-medieval-times.html' title='Her Gaze of Medieval Times'/><author><name>Sarasota Writing Contests</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12777594923796611668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7xIIGend2YY/SleykWrvzEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FenqwXtoWbU/s1600-R/writing.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-449104501769573472.post-107311277163345887</id><published>2009-08-03T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T07:49:11.141-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Believe The Future is...</title><content type='html'>I Believe The Future is...&lt;br /&gt;A Mystery!&lt;br /&gt;No catastrophe&lt;br /&gt;Something people right now won't see&lt;br /&gt;Not even you or me&lt;br /&gt;Don't think of it in a negitive way&lt;br /&gt;Only think of a glorious day&lt;br /&gt;Global Warming won't take the earth!&lt;br /&gt;Not for what wildlife is worth&lt;br /&gt;Buildings won't come towering over&lt;br /&gt;Only the trees above our shoulders&lt;br /&gt;No heat flows or second ice age&lt;br /&gt;Look beyond and turn the page&lt;br /&gt;To a world with a happy ever after ending&lt;br /&gt;With all the time people are spending&lt;br /&gt;To mend the world of bruises and cuts&lt;br /&gt;Don't sit and be unpositive nuts&lt;br /&gt;Get up and say "The world will survive!"&lt;br /&gt;The planet's forests will bloom and thrive&lt;br /&gt;Right before our very eyes&lt;br /&gt;So get up and be wise&lt;br /&gt;Go to a shelter, help, be kind&lt;br /&gt;Seek for the future the earth will find&lt;br /&gt;No sad negativity&lt;br /&gt;A story like mine, POSITIVITY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-By Victoria R.&lt;br /&gt;  Age 12&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/449104501769573472-107311277163345887?l=summerpoetryages11-13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerpoetryages11-13.blogspot.com/feeds/107311277163345887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://summerpoetryages11-13.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-believe-future-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449104501769573472/posts/default/107311277163345887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449104501769573472/posts/default/107311277163345887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerpoetryages11-13.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-believe-future-is.html' title='I Believe The Future is...'/><author><name>Sarasota Writing Contests</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12777594923796611668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7xIIGend2YY/SleykWrvzEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FenqwXtoWbU/s1600-R/writing.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-449104501769573472.post-8699011974382918935</id><published>2009-08-03T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T07:46:58.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lullaby</title><content type='html'>When I'm feeling sad I sing a lullaby&lt;br /&gt;And then my green eyes start to cry&lt;br /&gt;Puddles of water stream over my shoulder&lt;br /&gt;I'm pouting and crying and tearing all over&lt;br /&gt;I see green, more blue, now my voice haults&lt;br /&gt;Am I seeing gentle figures performing a waltz?&lt;br /&gt;I feel their light wings encircle my hair&lt;br /&gt;They buzz and hum and dance with great care&lt;br /&gt;With toes so light they touch like red ants&lt;br /&gt;Standing up I look around and straighten my pants&lt;br /&gt;My clothes wet and filthy, I'm not in my room&lt;br /&gt;I hope, I plead..."I'll be home soon!"&lt;br /&gt;I'm in a land with dark sparkles, with dew on it's leaves&lt;br /&gt;Pinching my skin are the fey wings of he's and she's&lt;br /&gt;"Ouch!" I cry, more tears start to spout&lt;br /&gt;They smirk and giggle and make game of my pout!&lt;br /&gt;Pulling my hair, making a grin&lt;br /&gt;One little fairy kicked me straight in the shin&lt;br /&gt;How rude, how vulgar, they spit in my face&lt;br /&gt;I grimaced at the fact I'm on a wild goose chase&lt;br /&gt;Through trees and bark I hasten my pace&lt;br /&gt;"Oh Lord," I think. "I can't win this race!"&lt;br /&gt;My knees collaspse perching by a lake&lt;br /&gt;"Water!" I think, a drink I can take&lt;br /&gt;As I peer at the water I realize my fate&lt;br /&gt;"Stuck in a land, dark, with frost bitten air," Ithought as I ate.&lt;br /&gt;I sit on the ground&lt;br /&gt;Blood from my skin pouring all around&lt;br /&gt;The cold water does no good, as it should&lt;br /&gt;I want to go home, I wish I could&lt;br /&gt;Warming my cheeks were the young tears from my eyes&lt;br /&gt;"I know what I'll do! I'll sing one of my lullabies..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm feeling sad I sing a lullaby&lt;br /&gt;And then my green eyes start to cry&lt;br /&gt;Puddles of water stream over my shoulder&lt;br /&gt;I'm pouting and crying and tearing all over&lt;br /&gt;I see green, more blue, again my voice halts&lt;br /&gt;I see reddened figures stampeding a waltz&lt;br /&gt;They grab my brown locks and I'm plunged into the water&lt;br /&gt;My head becomes light, as I'm drowning my coarse starts to alter&lt;br /&gt;I see a light through my eyes&lt;br /&gt;And to my surprise&lt;br /&gt;It's the sun from my bedroom window&lt;br /&gt;It was all a dream and that's all I need to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-By Victoria R.&lt;br /&gt;  Age 12&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/449104501769573472-8699011974382918935?l=summerpoetryages11-13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerpoetryages11-13.blogspot.com/feeds/8699011974382918935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://summerpoetryages11-13.blogspot.com/2009/08/lullaby.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449104501769573472/posts/default/8699011974382918935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449104501769573472/posts/default/8699011974382918935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerpoetryages11-13.blogspot.com/2009/08/lullaby.html' title='Lullaby'/><author><name>Sarasota Writing Contests</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12777594923796611668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7xIIGend2YY/SleykWrvzEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FenqwXtoWbU/s1600-R/writing.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-449104501769573472.post-9119113467687530152</id><published>2009-08-03T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T07:38:51.008-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Filly</title><content type='html'>Funny Filly is friends with Jilly&lt;br /&gt;Who doesn't get along with Milly&lt;br /&gt;Who is obviously sisters with Dilly&lt;br /&gt;Who tries so hard not to be silly&lt;br /&gt;But her nose is frankly very chilly&lt;br /&gt;But Definitely not as much as Gilly's&lt;br /&gt;Who has a goat that is named Willy&lt;br /&gt;So whether it's Jilly, Milly, or Dilly&lt;br /&gt;Maybe even Gilly or Willy&lt;br /&gt;Either way My all time favorite will always be FILLY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-By Emily Nelson  &lt;br /&gt;  7th grade&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/449104501769573472-9119113467687530152?l=summerpoetryages11-13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerpoetryages11-13.blogspot.com/feeds/9119113467687530152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://summerpoetryages11-13.blogspot.com/2009/08/filly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449104501769573472/posts/default/9119113467687530152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449104501769573472/posts/default/9119113467687530152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerpoetryages11-13.blogspot.com/2009/08/filly.html' title='Filly'/><author><name>Sarasota Writing Contests</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12777594923796611668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7xIIGend2YY/SleykWrvzEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FenqwXtoWbU/s1600-R/writing.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-449104501769573472.post-1673289288312744416</id><published>2009-08-03T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T07:27:40.374-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfluga</title><content type='html'>Perfluga is a word I love to say&lt;br /&gt;Because at tough times it saves the day&lt;br /&gt;So if its raining outside and your stuck in your room&lt;br /&gt;Just shout out "perfluga!" to end your doom&lt;br /&gt;So if you're being bullied by a selfish fool&lt;br /&gt;Just tell them "perfluga!" and you'll win the duel&lt;br /&gt;Yes Perfluga is a funny word&lt;br /&gt;But the things it can do are not absurd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-By Emily Nelson&lt;br /&gt;  7th grade&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/449104501769573472-1673289288312744416?l=summerpoetryages11-13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerpoetryages11-13.blogspot.com/feeds/1673289288312744416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://summerpoetryages11-13.blogspot.com/2009/08/perfluga.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449104501769573472/posts/default/1673289288312744416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449104501769573472/posts/default/1673289288312744416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerpoetryages11-13.blogspot.com/2009/08/perfluga.html' title='Perfluga'/><author><name>Sarasota Writing Contests</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12777594923796611668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7xIIGend2YY/SleykWrvzEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FenqwXtoWbU/s1600-R/writing.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-449104501769573472.post-8262421640953886961</id><published>2009-08-03T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T07:26:48.075-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Puppies</title><content type='html'>Puppies growl and puppies play&lt;br /&gt;Puppies sit in the sun all day&lt;br /&gt;Puppies smile and puppies cry&lt;br /&gt;Puppies will bring a twinkle to your eye&lt;br /&gt;Puppies follow your commands&lt;br /&gt;And usually have time to lick your hands&lt;br /&gt;Puppies will guard you from any harm&lt;br /&gt;But will always cuddle up in your arms&lt;br /&gt;Well puppies are puppies as you can see&lt;br /&gt;So I hope you love puppies AS MUCH AS ME!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-By Emily Nelson&lt;br /&gt;  7th grade&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/449104501769573472-8262421640953886961?l=summerpoetryages11-13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerpoetryages11-13.blogspot.com/feeds/8262421640953886961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://summerpoetryages11-13.blogspot.com/2009/08/puppies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449104501769573472/posts/default/8262421640953886961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449104501769573472/posts/default/8262421640953886961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerpoetryages11-13.blogspot.com/2009/08/puppies.html' title='Puppies'/><author><name>Sarasota Writing Contests</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12777594923796611668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7xIIGend2YY/SleykWrvzEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FenqwXtoWbU/s1600-R/writing.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-449104501769573472.post-6381493995224961443</id><published>2009-08-03T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T07:25:06.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Toothbrush</title><content type='html'>You will you go nowhere,&lt;br /&gt;You will you never go,&lt;br /&gt;You will go 0 miles,&lt;br /&gt;You are going nowhere because,&lt;br /&gt;You’re not ready to leave,&lt;br /&gt;Because you forgot to pack your toothbrush,  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-By Nicole Eddins &lt;br /&gt;  Age 12&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/449104501769573472-6381493995224961443?l=summerpoetryages11-13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerpoetryages11-13.blogspot.com/feeds/6381493995224961443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://summerpoetryages11-13.blogspot.com/2009/08/toothbrush.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449104501769573472/posts/default/6381493995224961443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449104501769573472/posts/default/6381493995224961443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerpoetryages11-13.blogspot.com/2009/08/toothbrush.html' title='Toothbrush'/><author><name>Sarasota Writing Contests</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12777594923796611668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7xIIGend2YY/SleykWrvzEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FenqwXtoWbU/s1600-R/writing.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-449104501769573472.post-8743993244751706275</id><published>2009-08-03T07:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T07:24:25.025-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Candy</title><content type='html'>People are like candy,&lt;br /&gt;Nice people are lifesavers,&lt;br /&gt;Because they make a difference in your life,&lt;br /&gt;Mean people are lemon heads,&lt;br /&gt;Because they may be sour but,&lt;br /&gt;They can turn sweet,&lt;br /&gt;Family is Almond Joy,&lt;br /&gt;Because family is nutty,&lt;br /&gt;Everyone else is,&lt;br /&gt;In the mixture of candy,&lt;br /&gt;You have to try one before,                 &lt;br /&gt;You decide you don’t like it,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-By Nicole Eddins&lt;br /&gt;  Age 12&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/449104501769573472-8743993244751706275?l=summerpoetryages11-13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerpoetryages11-13.blogspot.com/feeds/8743993244751706275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://summerpoetryages11-13.blogspot.com/2009/08/candy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449104501769573472/posts/default/8743993244751706275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449104501769573472/posts/default/8743993244751706275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerpoetryages11-13.blogspot.com/2009/08/candy.html' title='Candy'/><author><name>Sarasota Writing Contests</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12777594923796611668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7xIIGend2YY/SleykWrvzEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FenqwXtoWbU/s1600-R/writing.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-449104501769573472.post-6604677351105036265</id><published>2009-08-03T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T07:23:30.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendship for One</title><content type='html'>Everyone has a friend,&lt;br /&gt;And all of the friendships end,&lt;br /&gt;You think it will last forever,&lt;br /&gt;But it won’t stay forever,&lt;br /&gt;But one friend never breaks away,&lt;br /&gt;Because that friend is here to stay,&lt;br /&gt;Because they are true,&lt;br /&gt;True to you,&lt;br /&gt;Because they are here for you,&lt;br /&gt;Whether you want them to or not,&lt;br /&gt;Because your friendship is solid like a rock,&lt;br /&gt;That friend is,&lt;br /&gt;A never ending friendship,&lt;br /&gt;That will never stop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-By Nicole Eddins&lt;br /&gt;  Age 12&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/449104501769573472-6604677351105036265?l=summerpoetryages11-13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerpoetryages11-13.blogspot.com/feeds/6604677351105036265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://summerpoetryages11-13.blogspot.com/2009/08/friendship-for-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449104501769573472/posts/default/6604677351105036265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449104501769573472/posts/default/6604677351105036265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerpoetryages11-13.blogspot.com/2009/08/friendship-for-one.html' title='Friendship for One'/><author><name>Sarasota Writing Contests</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12777594923796611668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7xIIGend2YY/SleykWrvzEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FenqwXtoWbU/s1600-R/writing.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-449104501769573472.post-5970797879413010873</id><published>2009-08-03T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T07:22:05.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There Once Was a Silly Young Ed</title><content type='html'>There once was a silly young Ed&lt;br /&gt;Who balanced three pots on his head&lt;br /&gt;They fell down one by one&lt;br /&gt;To his feet fast they spun&lt;br /&gt;Now he feels that his feet are quite red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-By Danae Witte&lt;br /&gt;  Age 12&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/449104501769573472-5970797879413010873?l=summerpoetryages11-13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerpoetryages11-13.blogspot.com/feeds/5970797879413010873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://summerpoetryages11-13.blogspot.com/2009/08/there-once-was-silly-young-ed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449104501769573472/posts/default/5970797879413010873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449104501769573472/posts/default/5970797879413010873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerpoetryages11-13.blogspot.com/2009/08/there-once-was-silly-young-ed.html' title='There Once Was a Silly Young Ed'/><author><name>Sarasota Writing Contests</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12777594923796611668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7xIIGend2YY/SleykWrvzEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FenqwXtoWbU/s1600-R/writing.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-449104501769573472.post-8412120285185308538</id><published>2009-08-03T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T07:21:28.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There Once Was a Lady Named Ann</title><content type='html'>There once was a lady named Ann,&lt;br /&gt;Who one day ate many a crayon&lt;br /&gt;As soon as she felt weird&lt;br /&gt;And grew a great brown beard&lt;br /&gt;She knew she had turned into a man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-By Danae Witte&lt;br /&gt;  Age 12&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/449104501769573472-8412120285185308538?l=summerpoetryages11-13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerpoetryages11-13.blogspot.com/feeds/8412120285185308538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://summerpoetryages11-13.blogspot.com/2009/08/there-once-was-lady-named-ann.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449104501769573472/posts/default/8412120285185308538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449104501769573472/posts/default/8412120285185308538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerpoetryages11-13.blogspot.com/2009/08/there-once-was-lady-named-ann.html' title='There Once Was a Lady Named Ann'/><author><name>Sarasota Writing Contests</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12777594923796611668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7xIIGend2YY/SleykWrvzEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FenqwXtoWbU/s1600-R/writing.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-449104501769573472.post-5160747203478293446</id><published>2009-08-03T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T07:19:56.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There Once Was a Country Named Dor</title><content type='html'>There once was a country named Dor,&lt;br /&gt;Where people lapped soup off the floor,&lt;br /&gt;So many had grown round,&lt;br /&gt;E'en a cat and a hound,&lt;br /&gt;None could reach to the floor anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-By Danae Witte&lt;br /&gt;  Age 12&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/449104501769573472-5160747203478293446?l=summerpoetryages11-13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerpoetryages11-13.blogspot.com/feeds/5160747203478293446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://summerpoetryages11-13.blogspot.com/2009/08/there-once-was-country-named-dor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449104501769573472/posts/default/5160747203478293446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449104501769573472/posts/default/5160747203478293446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerpoetryages11-13.blogspot.com/2009/08/there-once-was-country-named-dor.html' title='There Once Was a Country Named Dor'/><author><name>Sarasota Writing Contests</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12777594923796611668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7xIIGend2YY/SleykWrvzEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FenqwXtoWbU/s1600-R/writing.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-449104501769573472.post-3870356015592098559</id><published>2009-08-03T07:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T07:15:40.598-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A day of work!</title><content type='html'>You go out to do a day of work.&lt;br /&gt;You cut a tree get hot and wish there were a breeze.&lt;br /&gt;You mow the lawn get tired, and yawn.&lt;br /&gt;You want to go to the bar but you know you have to wash the car.&lt;br /&gt;You hear a bark and know it is getting dark.&lt;br /&gt;You go in the pool and it is cool.&lt;br /&gt;You say ahh what a day of work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-By Kaitlyn Whiteside  &lt;br /&gt;  Age: 11&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/449104501769573472-3870356015592098559?l=summerpoetryages11-13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerpoetryages11-13.blogspot.com/feeds/3870356015592098559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://summerpoetryages11-13.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-of-work.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449104501769573472/posts/default/3870356015592098559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449104501769573472/posts/default/3870356015592098559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerpoetryages11-13.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-of-work.html' title='A day of work!'/><author><name>Sarasota Writing Contests</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12777594923796611668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7xIIGend2YY/SleykWrvzEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FenqwXtoWbU/s1600-R/writing.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-449104501769573472.post-6706695776521210989</id><published>2009-08-03T07:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T07:14:50.764-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Tropical Rain Forest</title><content type='html'>You can hear the wings of birds flapping&lt;br /&gt;while the sun is awaking&lt;br /&gt;that the Rain Forest has begun a new day again &lt;br /&gt;The monkeys are swinging to and fro&lt;br /&gt;and the hippos are hungry as they go&lt;br /&gt;The snakes are wanting something to eat&lt;br /&gt;the ants and insects are scurrying on their feet &lt;br /&gt;You walk on the Earth's soft soil&lt;br /&gt;and the leaves crunch under you feet&lt;br /&gt;you are on the lookout&lt;br /&gt;to see anything that might be interesting&lt;br /&gt;You see a moose in the river&lt;br /&gt;making a loud noise&lt;br /&gt;Nearby is a tiger&lt;br /&gt;crouching and stalking very slow &lt;br /&gt;A gorilla's footstep thunders the ground&lt;br /&gt;you walk away quickly&lt;br /&gt;hoping not to be found &lt;br /&gt;You eat a earthworm and it's&lt;br /&gt;not the best tasting thing&lt;br /&gt;a sweet mango is hanging&lt;br /&gt;on a tree near you&lt;br /&gt;and you have the entire thing &lt;br /&gt;You see most interesting things&lt;br /&gt;more than anything you have ever seen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-By Jonathan Whiteside    &lt;br /&gt;  Age: 13&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/449104501769573472-6706695776521210989?l=summerpoetryages11-13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerpoetryages11-13.blogspot.com/feeds/6706695776521210989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://summerpoetryages11-13.blogspot.com/2009/08/tropical-rain-forest.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449104501769573472/posts/default/6706695776521210989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449104501769573472/posts/default/6706695776521210989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerpoetryages11-13.blogspot.com/2009/08/tropical-rain-forest.html' title='The Tropical Rain Forest'/><author><name>Sarasota Writing Contests</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12777594923796611668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7xIIGend2YY/SleykWrvzEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FenqwXtoWbU/s1600-R/writing.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-449104501769573472.post-2194430892289990356</id><published>2009-08-03T07:13:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T07:14:15.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Florida</title><content type='html'>Florida is a beautiful state&lt;br /&gt;Many people are coming to this place&lt;br /&gt;Oranges here have so much juice&lt;br /&gt;You can't resist this yummy fruit &lt;br /&gt;Walt Disney World is a great place to go&lt;br /&gt;but you can't miss going to Universal Studios&lt;br /&gt;The climate here is warm and breezy&lt;br /&gt;you won't see snow and you can't be freezing &lt;br /&gt;Come to Florida, but don't forget, that you&lt;br /&gt;won't be needing your snow sled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-By Jonathan Whiteside  &lt;br /&gt;  Age: 13&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/449104501769573472-2194430892289990356?l=summerpoetryages11-13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerpoetryages11-13.blogspot.com/feeds/2194430892289990356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://summerpoetryages11-13.blogspot.com/2009/08/florida.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449104501769573472/posts/default/2194430892289990356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449104501769573472/posts/default/2194430892289990356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerpoetryages11-13.blogspot.com/2009/08/florida.html' title='Florida'/><author><name>Sarasota Writing Contests</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12777594923796611668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7xIIGend2YY/SleykWrvzEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FenqwXtoWbU/s1600-R/writing.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-449104501769573472.post-4446958141317081411</id><published>2009-08-03T07:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T07:13:42.892-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day on the Beach</title><content type='html'>The beach is where you want to be&lt;br /&gt;Where the waves are crashing from the sea&lt;br /&gt;The sun is shinning everywhere you go&lt;br /&gt;You want to do something but you just don't know &lt;br /&gt;Throwing Frisbee is fun for you&lt;br /&gt;This might be the thing you want to do&lt;br /&gt;Beach Volleyball is a great game&lt;br /&gt;Much is needed, like skill and practice, before you can play&lt;br /&gt;Surfing needs balance when on the big waves&lt;br /&gt;You can't resist having just a short delay &lt;br /&gt;A day on the beach is all that you are thinking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-By Jonathan Whiteside  &lt;br /&gt;  Age: 13&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/449104501769573472-4446958141317081411?l=summerpoetryages11-13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerpoetryages11-13.blogspot.com/feeds/4446958141317081411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://summerpoetryages11-13.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-on-beach.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449104501769573472/posts/default/4446958141317081411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449104501769573472/posts/default/4446958141317081411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerpoetryages11-13.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-on-beach.html' title='A Day on the Beach'/><author><name>Sarasota Writing Contests</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12777594923796611668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7xIIGend2YY/SleykWrvzEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FenqwXtoWbU/s1600-R/writing.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-449104501769573472.post-282587408227084046</id><published>2009-08-03T07:10:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T07:11:32.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Morning Mockingbird</title><content type='html'>In the morning light,&lt;br /&gt;A mockingbird wakes to sing&lt;br /&gt;At a high pitched voice.&lt;br /&gt;His song awakes me,&lt;br /&gt;And I welcome the new day,&lt;br /&gt;Wet dew on the grass. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-By Campbell L. &lt;br /&gt;  Age: 11&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/449104501769573472-282587408227084046?l=summerpoetryages11-13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerpoetryages11-13.blogspot.com/feeds/282587408227084046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://summerpoetryages11-13.blogspot.com/2009/08/morning-mockingbird.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449104501769573472/posts/default/282587408227084046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449104501769573472/posts/default/282587408227084046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerpoetryages11-13.blogspot.com/2009/08/morning-mockingbird.html' title='Morning Mockingbird'/><author><name>Sarasota Writing Contests</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12777594923796611668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7xIIGend2YY/SleykWrvzEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FenqwXtoWbU/s1600-R/writing.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-449104501769573472.post-6422441593400005418</id><published>2009-08-03T07:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T07:10:51.667-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amusement Antics</title><content type='html'>As the sun rises to start a new day,&lt;br /&gt;My alarm clock rings loudly:&lt;br /&gt;It is time to go to the amusement park and play!&lt;br /&gt;We arrive at the park early, so as to get a good spot,&lt;br /&gt;But to our dismay, there are none in the lot.&lt;br /&gt;We eventually get to the entrance,&lt;br /&gt;And get our tickets punched,&lt;br /&gt;So after the anthem plays,&lt;br /&gt;We can splurge on advance!&lt;br /&gt;There are many rides in this park,&lt;br /&gt;Roller coasters that send screaming riders upside down,&lt;br /&gt;And tilt-a-whirls that send you round and round.  &lt;br /&gt;But we mustn’t forget the lunch stands,&lt;br /&gt;For amusement park foods are delicious,&lt;br /&gt;And we don’t want to miss chips and fish!&lt;br /&gt;As the sun goes down to end the day,&lt;br /&gt;My legs are sore after my wonderful play.&lt;br /&gt;So as I crawl back in bed,&lt;br /&gt;With the owls hooting overhead,&lt;br /&gt;I will never forget my day at the amusement park,&lt;br /&gt;With its rides, food, and noisy carnival bark!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-By Campbell L.&lt;br /&gt;  Age: 11&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/449104501769573472-6422441593400005418?l=summerpoetryages11-13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerpoetryages11-13.blogspot.com/feeds/6422441593400005418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://summerpoetryages11-13.blogspot.com/2009/08/amusement-antics.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449104501769573472/posts/default/6422441593400005418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449104501769573472/posts/default/6422441593400005418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerpoetryages11-13.blogspot.com/2009/08/amusement-antics.html' title='Amusement Antics'/><author><name>Sarasota Writing Contests</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12777594923796611668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7xIIGend2YY/SleykWrvzEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FenqwXtoWbU/s1600-R/writing.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-449104501769573472.post-8157643808355935587</id><published>2009-08-03T07:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T07:10:05.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Caveman</title><content type='html'>I am the caveman,&lt;br /&gt;But I am not a hunter&lt;br /&gt;Or a gatherer.&lt;br /&gt;I study the caves,&lt;br /&gt;And admire the lime stone,&lt;br /&gt;In its formations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-By Campbell L.&lt;br /&gt;  Age: 11&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/449104501769573472-8157643808355935587?l=summerpoetryages11-13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerpoetryages11-13.blogspot.com/feeds/8157643808355935587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://summerpoetryages11-13.blogspot.com/2009/08/caveman.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449104501769573472/posts/default/8157643808355935587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449104501769573472/posts/default/8157643808355935587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerpoetryages11-13.blogspot.com/2009/08/caveman.html' title='Caveman'/><author><name>Sarasota Writing Contests</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12777594923796611668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7xIIGend2YY/SleykWrvzEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FenqwXtoWbU/s1600-R/writing.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-449104501769573472.post-8090940205068315263</id><published>2009-08-03T07:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T07:07:52.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Door</title><content type='html'>I am entering a new stage of my life,&lt;br /&gt;I am opening doors that I have never been behind before,&lt;br /&gt;Slowly the first door creaks open,&lt;br /&gt;All that I have learned in my short childhood&lt;br /&gt;Flashes through my mind, a dark corridor comes into view,&lt;br /&gt;A corridor that I have to fill with light,&lt;br /&gt;I pick up my foot, I step across the doorway,&lt;br /&gt;A chill comes over me, the comfort around me fades,&lt;br /&gt;I am now in the real world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-By Courtney C.&lt;br /&gt;  Age 12&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/449104501769573472-8090940205068315263?l=summerpoetryages11-13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerpoetryages11-13.blogspot.com/feeds/8090940205068315263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://summerpoetryages11-13.blogspot.com/2009/08/door.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449104501769573472/posts/default/8090940205068315263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449104501769573472/posts/default/8090940205068315263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerpoetryages11-13.blogspot.com/2009/08/door.html' title='The Door'/><author><name>Sarasota Writing Contests</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12777594923796611668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7xIIGend2YY/SleykWrvzEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FenqwXtoWbU/s1600-R/writing.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-449104501769573472.post-4358950064796265223</id><published>2009-08-03T07:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T07:06:46.971-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Never does he fail to strike a note</title><content type='html'>Even and superbly burnished&lt;br /&gt;Ebony and pearl keys perch in a line&lt;br /&gt;Some keys are as black as coal&lt;br /&gt;Others as white as vanilla ice cream&lt;br /&gt;As the composer roosts on the bench he can’t help but to strike a note&lt;br /&gt;He meekly places his fingers and presses mercifully&lt;br /&gt;He plays a slow mellow melody&lt;br /&gt;Never does he fail to strike a perfect note&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-By Toni Mogensen&lt;br /&gt;  Age 12&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/449104501769573472-4358950064796265223?l=summerpoetryages11-13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerpoetryages11-13.blogspot.com/feeds/4358950064796265223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://summerpoetryages11-13.blogspot.com/2009/08/never-does-he-fail-to-strike-note.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449104501769573472/posts/default/4358950064796265223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449104501769573472/posts/default/4358950064796265223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerpoetryages11-13.blogspot.com/2009/08/never-does-he-fail-to-strike-note.html' title='Never does he fail to strike a note'/><author><name>Sarasota Writing Contests</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12777594923796611668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7xIIGend2YY/SleykWrvzEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FenqwXtoWbU/s1600-R/writing.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-449104501769573472.post-7811528095185135300</id><published>2009-08-03T07:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T07:02:00.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fish That Had a Wish</title><content type='html'>I once had a pet fish&lt;br /&gt;Who made a strong wish&lt;br /&gt;On a star passing by&lt;br /&gt;Up high in the sky.&lt;br /&gt;His wish came true&lt;br /&gt;Then he flew.&lt;br /&gt;Away to a place&lt;br /&gt;Where the people wore fancy lace&lt;br /&gt;Sipping tea by the hour&lt;br /&gt;No reason to cower.&lt;br /&gt;He then flew to a land of tranquility&lt;br /&gt;Of great peace and prosperity&lt;br /&gt;Of martial arts&lt;br /&gt;And calm peaceful hearts&lt;br /&gt;Of great and ancient emperors&lt;br /&gt;Some of great tempers.&lt;br /&gt;The fish got what he wanted&lt;br /&gt;Out of his wish so he panted&lt;br /&gt;“This is getting tiring”&lt;br /&gt;“I think my wish is expiring”&lt;br /&gt;“So instead of visiting Rome,”&lt;br /&gt;“I think I shall go home.”&lt;br /&gt;He then flew to his house&lt;br /&gt;Where all was quiet, even the mouse&lt;br /&gt;He then plopped into his bowl&lt;br /&gt;With his tired old soul&lt;br /&gt;Seen all the sights he had needed to see&lt;br /&gt;But no matter what he has seen he belongs to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-By Zachary Mayes&lt;br /&gt;  Age 12&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/449104501769573472-7811528095185135300?l=summerpoetryages11-13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerpoetryages11-13.blogspot.com/feeds/7811528095185135300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://summerpoetryages11-13.blogspot.com/2009/08/fish-that-had-wish.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449104501769573472/posts/default/7811528095185135300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449104501769573472/posts/default/7811528095185135300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerpoetryages11-13.blogspot.com/2009/08/fish-that-had-wish.html' title='The Fish That Had a Wish'/><author><name>Sarasota Writing Contests</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12777594923796611668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7xIIGend2YY/SleykWrvzEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FenqwXtoWbU/s1600-R/writing.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-449104501769573472.post-8370990715039310079</id><published>2009-08-03T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T07:01:26.105-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Babe Ruth the Baseball Legend</title><content type='html'>Historical couplets&lt;br /&gt;Whack, Whack It’s another home run&lt;br /&gt;Forget about calling him star let’s just call him a sun.&lt;br /&gt;He’s hit fifty four in a single season&lt;br /&gt;In the sunny and warm, in the cloudy and freezin&lt;br /&gt;He’s a home run epidemic&lt;br /&gt;Some one get this guy a medic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He’s burning the charts&lt;br /&gt;There falling apart.&lt;br /&gt;His pays larger than the presidents&lt;br /&gt;His house is huge but he and his wife are the only residents&lt;br /&gt;He started as a Boston but now he's a yank&lt;br /&gt;He now has enough money to fill his own bank&lt;br /&gt;It’s the World Series in 1923&lt;br /&gt;When Ruth helped start history&lt;br /&gt;He whacked the ball into the stands&lt;br /&gt;This was caught by one of those lucky fans.&lt;br /&gt;He did this not once but twice&lt;br /&gt;The power of his hit was so precise&lt;br /&gt;This settled the game two to four&lt;br /&gt;His face was all over the news once more.&lt;br /&gt;When he decided to quit&lt;br /&gt;They counted his big hits&lt;br /&gt;They counted seven hundred fourteen&lt;br /&gt;The fans started to scream&lt;br /&gt;A record was set&lt;br /&gt;This caused people to fret&lt;br /&gt;When would a new star appear?&lt;br /&gt;And to ask if this time is coming near.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-By Zachary Mayes&lt;br /&gt;  Age 12&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/449104501769573472-8370990715039310079?l=summerpoetryages11-13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerpoetryages11-13.blogspot.com/feeds/8370990715039310079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://summerpoetryages11-13.blogspot.com/2009/08/babe-ruth-baseball-legend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449104501769573472/posts/default/8370990715039310079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449104501769573472/posts/default/8370990715039310079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerpoetryages11-13.blogspot.com/2009/08/babe-ruth-baseball-legend.html' title='Babe Ruth the Baseball Legend'/><author><name>Sarasota Writing Contests</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12777594923796611668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7xIIGend2YY/SleykWrvzEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FenqwXtoWbU/s1600-R/writing.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-449104501769573472.post-2757318808496109024</id><published>2009-07-27T13:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T13:45:41.894-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aliterations</title><content type='html'>A: Alley ate apples and wrote Alliterations of all the ants.&lt;br /&gt;S: See Sam sell seashells by the seashore shone.&lt;br /&gt;B: Big brown bears buy big bags of baseball bats.&lt;br /&gt;L: Larry the lazy lamb laughs at the little lab.&lt;br /&gt;C: Christina charley the cheating cheetah chows chunky chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Jay Dickey&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/449104501769573472-2757318808496109024?l=summerpoetryages11-13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerpoetryages11-13.blogspot.com/feeds/2757318808496109024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://summerpoetryages11-13.blogspot.com/2009/07/aliterations.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449104501769573472/posts/default/2757318808496109024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449104501769573472/posts/default/2757318808496109024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerpoetryages11-13.blogspot.com/2009/07/aliterations.html' title='Aliterations'/><author><name>Sarasota Writing Contests</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12777594923796611668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7xIIGend2YY/SleykWrvzEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FenqwXtoWbU/s1600-R/writing.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-449104501769573472.post-5694776467688429273</id><published>2009-07-23T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T10:56:28.965-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Terrible T.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Terrible T. hates me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Terrible T. I despise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Becareful not to look into her red gleaming eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All her stuff is covered in bugs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I dreadfully have to mention that I think I saw some slugs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shrunken heads, alligator feet, and frog eyes too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All soon to be in a terrible tasting brew&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Every time she sees a plant or flour&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It will wilt after being in a room with her for an hour&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You might feel an earth quake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But its really the fear of standing next to her making you shake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She watches you anywhere at any time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It would feel better to be in a room covered with mold and grime&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There is absolutely no way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That you could spend a day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With the horrible, Terrible T.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-By Ariel Pennetti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Age 12&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/449104501769573472-5694776467688429273?l=summerpoetryages11-13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerpoetryages11-13.blogspot.com/feeds/5694776467688429273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://summerpoetryages11-13.blogspot.com/2009/07/terrible-t.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449104501769573472/posts/default/5694776467688429273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449104501769573472/posts/default/5694776467688429273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerpoetryages11-13.blogspot.com/2009/07/terrible-t.html' title='The Terrible T.'/><author><name>Sarasota Writing Contests</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12777594923796611668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7xIIGend2YY/SleykWrvzEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FenqwXtoWbU/s1600-R/writing.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-449104501769573472.post-7780028846284154223</id><published>2009-07-23T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T10:48:07.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pain</title><content type='html'>Pain is a physical&lt;br /&gt;If not mental&lt;br /&gt;A true forever lasting madness&lt;br /&gt;The madness is a sensation&lt;br /&gt;That starts out as pain&lt;br /&gt;But goes to the brain&lt;br /&gt;And becomes an obsestion&lt;br /&gt;So bright&lt;br /&gt;So light&lt;br /&gt;Until you can't deny it&lt;br /&gt;This is pain....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-By Stephanie Martinez&lt;br /&gt;Age 12&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/449104501769573472-7780028846284154223?l=summerpoetryages11-13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerpoetryages11-13.blogspot.com/feeds/7780028846284154223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://summerpoetryages11-13.blogspot.com/2009/07/pain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449104501769573472/posts/default/7780028846284154223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449104501769573472/posts/default/7780028846284154223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerpoetryages11-13.blogspot.com/2009/07/pain.html' title='Pain'/><author><name>Sarasota Writing Contests</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12777594923796611668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7xIIGend2YY/SleykWrvzEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FenqwXtoWbU/s1600-R/writing.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-449104501769573472.post-5409438493120451661</id><published>2009-07-23T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T10:46:32.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness</title><content type='html'>Its what you work for&lt;br /&gt;Its what you envy&lt;br /&gt;What you yearn for&lt;br /&gt;But before you search&lt;br /&gt;For happiness&lt;br /&gt;You should learn that&lt;br /&gt;Happiness comes from&lt;br /&gt;The heart&lt;br /&gt;So don't cry&lt;br /&gt;Don't try&lt;br /&gt;For happiness is&lt;br /&gt;Right by your feet&lt;br /&gt;So go ahead&lt;br /&gt;And take a seat....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-By Stephanie Martinez&lt;br /&gt;Age 12&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/449104501769573472-5409438493120451661?l=summerpoetryages11-13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerpoetryages11-13.blogspot.com/feeds/5409438493120451661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://summerpoetryages11-13.blogspot.com/2009/07/happiness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449104501769573472/posts/default/5409438493120451661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449104501769573472/posts/default/5409438493120451661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerpoetryages11-13.blogspot.com/2009/07/happiness.html' title='Happiness'/><author><name>Sarasota Writing Contests</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12777594923796611668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7xIIGend2YY/SleykWrvzEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FenqwXtoWbU/s1600-R/writing.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-449104501769573472.post-3216307328413019840</id><published>2009-07-23T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T10:44:10.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Listening From A Distance</title><content type='html'>I'm listening from a distance&lt;br /&gt;Waiting and hurting&lt;br /&gt;Wondering if you care&lt;br /&gt;I just can't bare&lt;br /&gt;The fight&lt;br /&gt;The fight&lt;br /&gt;With all its might&lt;br /&gt;It makes me sad&lt;br /&gt;It makes me mad&lt;br /&gt;To see you fight&lt;br /&gt;For just a girl&lt;br /&gt;She's blinded you with a mist of charm&lt;br /&gt;That you thought would cause no harm&lt;br /&gt;But it did&lt;br /&gt;And worst of all is that you don't even care&lt;br /&gt;Which you know was not fair&lt;br /&gt;You've fallen quite hard&lt;br /&gt;For this girl&lt;br /&gt;This mangy girl&lt;br /&gt;She's stolen your heart with a flip of her hair&lt;br /&gt;And you just couldn't bare not to stare&lt;br /&gt;So I think I speak for all&lt;br /&gt;When I say&lt;br /&gt;Break the spell&lt;br /&gt;If your going to fight&lt;br /&gt;Fight&lt;br /&gt;But fight for the right reasons....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-By Stephanie Martinez&lt;br /&gt;Age 12&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/449104501769573472-3216307328413019840?l=summerpoetryages11-13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerpoetryages11-13.blogspot.com/feeds/3216307328413019840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://summerpoetryages11-13.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-listening-from-distance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449104501769573472/posts/default/3216307328413019840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449104501769573472/posts/default/3216307328413019840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerpoetryages11-13.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-listening-from-distance.html' title='I&apos;m Listening From A Distance'/><author><name>Sarasota Writing Contests</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12777594923796611668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7xIIGend2YY/SleykWrvzEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FenqwXtoWbU/s1600-R/writing.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-449104501769573472.post-8787846885848489924</id><published>2009-07-23T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T10:24:16.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Behind the Waterfall</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;When you look behind a waterfall,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;what do you expect to see?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do you want to go explore,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or do you let it be? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When you look behind a waterfall,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;what are you thinking about?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do you stay calm or are you excited&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when you move throughout?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When you look behind a waterfall,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just have to know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you go behind the waterfall,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;would you take me or just go?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-By Alison Palmer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Age 12&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/449104501769573472-8787846885848489924?l=summerpoetryages11-13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerpoetryages11-13.blogspot.com/feeds/8787846885848489924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://summerpoetryages11-13.blogspot.com/2009/07/behind-waterfall.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449104501769573472/posts/default/8787846885848489924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449104501769573472/posts/default/8787846885848489924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerpoetryages11-13.blogspot.com/2009/07/behind-waterfall.html' title='Behind the Waterfall'/><author><name>Sarasota Writing Contests</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12777594923796611668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7xIIGend2YY/SleykWrvzEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FenqwXtoWbU/s1600-R/writing.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-449104501769573472.post-8004834183123120112</id><published>2009-07-23T10:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T10:22:17.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don’t Make Me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Please don’t make me write a poem,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I’m begging you please don’t!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don’t make me write another one,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I’m telling you I won’t! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They say it sounds better when it rhymes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but sometimes it does not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let me write it another time,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I’m tired of writing a lot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You say, “It’ll be good for me.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I keep asking why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If I write another poem,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think I might just cry! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So please don’t make me write a poem,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You say it could be fun…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think I’m having fun right now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I guess I must be done!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-By Alison Palmer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Age 12&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/449104501769573472-8004834183123120112?l=summerpoetryages11-13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7xIIGend2YY/SleykWrvzEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FenqwXtoWbU/s1600-R/writing.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-449104501769573472.post-95653488464526637</id><published>2009-07-23T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T10:18:37.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It’s Always There</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;When you are frustrated&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and about to burst.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And you’re ready for the worst.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That’s when it’s there for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When you are joyful, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and having a lot of fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Never tired of always playing a ton.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That’s when it’s there for you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When you are sad,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and all that you do is cry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And you feel like you’re living a lie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That’s when it’s there for you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No matter what you feel,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There is something that can never leave your side.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don’t bother trying to hide,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Writing will always be there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-By Alison Palmer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Age 12&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/449104501769573472-95653488464526637?l=summerpoetryages11-13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerpoetryages11-13.blogspot.com/feeds/95653488464526637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://summerpoetryages11-13.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-always-there.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449104501769573472/posts/default/95653488464526637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449104501769573472/posts/default/95653488464526637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerpoetryages11-13.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-always-there.html' title='It’s Always There'/><author><name>Sarasota Writing Contests</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12777594923796611668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7xIIGend2YY/SleykWrvzEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FenqwXtoWbU/s1600-R/writing.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-449104501769573472.post-219153500291315409</id><published>2009-07-23T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T10:05:13.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ketchup Everywhere</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;There’s ketchup in my hair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ketchup in my chair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s ketchup in the pool&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ketchup on my stool&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s ketchup on my pug&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ketchup on my rug&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s ketchup on my kite&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ketchup in my sprite&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s ketchup on the door&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ketchup on the floor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s ketchup on Tom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ketchup on my mom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s ketchup on my cat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ketchup on my fat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s ketchup in my hoop&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ketchup in my soup&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s ketchup in my drink&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ketchup in the sink&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s ketchup on the rugs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ketchup on the bugs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s ketchup in the south&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And most of all ketchup in my mouth &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-By Manish Narasimman&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Age 11&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/449104501769573472-219153500291315409?l=summerpoetryages11-13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerpoetryages11-13.blogspot.com/feeds/219153500291315409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://summerpoetryages11-13.blogspot.com/2009/07/ketchup-everywhere.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449104501769573472/posts/default/219153500291315409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449104501769573472/posts/default/219153500291315409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerpoetryages11-13.blogspot.com/2009/07/ketchup-everywhere.html' title='Ketchup Everywhere'/><author><name>Sarasota Writing Contests</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12777594923796611668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7xIIGend2YY/SleykWrvzEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FenqwXtoWbU/s1600-R/writing.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-449104501769573472.post-6194073953823950749</id><published>2009-07-23T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T09:58:31.988-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lonely Road</title><content type='html'>The road less traveled,&lt;br /&gt;Someone might have said,&lt;br /&gt;It’s the one that I like&lt;br /&gt;For distractions are dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A light winding path&lt;br /&gt;With weavings of shade&lt;br /&gt;From welcoming trees&lt;br /&gt;That the soft soil has made&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a glorious solitude&lt;br /&gt;And a refreshing hushed peace&lt;br /&gt;I love this place more&lt;br /&gt;than any other street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The breeze coming through&lt;br /&gt;The tunnel of trees&lt;br /&gt;It clears out my mind&lt;br /&gt;and makes me feel free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The calm is my friend&lt;br /&gt;The rustling leaves are my music&lt;br /&gt;Of this lonely road,&lt;br /&gt;I’ll never grow sick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the serenity here&lt;br /&gt;Is so hard to find&lt;br /&gt;In this hectic world,&lt;br /&gt;This haven is mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-By Joshua Galindo&lt;br /&gt;Age 12&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/449104501769573472-6194073953823950749?l=summerpoetryages11-13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerpoetryages11-13.blogspot.com/feeds/6194073953823950749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://summerpoetryages11-13.blogspot.com/2009/07/lonely-road.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449104501769573472/posts/default/6194073953823950749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449104501769573472/posts/default/6194073953823950749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerpoetryages11-13.blogspot.com/2009/07/lonely-road.html' title='The Lonely Road'/><author><name>Sarasota Writing Contests</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12777594923796611668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7xIIGend2YY/SleykWrvzEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FenqwXtoWbU/s1600-R/writing.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-449104501769573472.post-4963672072017594925</id><published>2009-07-16T17:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T17:40:37.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Way Everyone Feels About Homework</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px; "&gt;Oh homework I hate you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;You make me so mad!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;You’re worse than mom’s meatloaf-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;And that’s pretty bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;I’d rather be stung&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;By a million bees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;Or eat all my veggies-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;Including the peas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;I’d rather be swallowed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;By a twenty foot snake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;Than do you oh homework,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;Where happiness breaks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;Oh homework I hate you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;You make me so mad!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;If you burst into flames,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;Who wouldn’t be glad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;I train dogs to eat you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;I bet everyone does,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;Because you, oh homework&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;Are nothing to love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;I’d tear you to shreds,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;Throw you into the grill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;If only I had a chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;To have that kind of thrill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;And yet there are some&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;That still hand you out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;And they are the teachers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;The kids want them out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt; -By Joshua Galindo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;Age 12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/449104501769573472-4963672072017594925?l=summerpoetryages11-13.blogspot.com' alt='' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7xIIGend2YY/SleykWrvzEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FenqwXtoWbU/s1600-R/writing.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-449104501769573472.post-1479746255413881931</id><published>2009-06-30T13:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T13:20:39.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Blank Page</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;In a small town in Scotland they sell books with one blank page.&lt;br /&gt;I sometimes wonder about these books, whether they are young or old of age.&lt;br /&gt;I think it is quite funny, to turn the page and see&lt;br /&gt;A plain, white, blank one, where something should really be.&lt;br /&gt;No fairies, dragons, unicorns, glitter&lt;br /&gt;Just a white page, as blank and white as winter&lt;br /&gt;This is a situation that is quite hard to gage&lt;br /&gt;Since in a small town in Scotland, they sell books with one blank page.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-By Maia Pivec&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/449104501769573472-1479746255413881931?l=summerpoetryages11-13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerpoetryages11-13.blogspot.com/feeds/1479746255413881931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://summerpoetryages11-13.blogspot.com/2009/06/one-blank-page.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449104501769573472/posts/default/1479746255413881931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449104501769573472/posts/default/1479746255413881931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerpoetryages11-13.blogspot.com/2009/06/one-blank-page.html' title='One Blank Page'/><author><name>Sarasota Writing Contests</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12777594923796611668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7xIIGend2YY/SleykWrvzEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FenqwXtoWbU/s1600-R/writing.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-449104501769573472.post-3084627298118636648</id><published>2009-06-30T13:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T13:18:24.952-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An American</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Feeling fortunate, for America is free&lt;br /&gt;I’m a brave American&lt;br /&gt;America is like a squirrel, it goes in leaps and bounds&lt;br /&gt;I’m a joyful American&lt;br /&gt;America is an equal country&lt;br /&gt;I’m a confident American&lt;br /&gt;Everyone can live in America&lt;br /&gt;But I’m a unique American&lt;br /&gt;America is a place that is always changing&lt;br /&gt;I am a true American&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-By Maia Pivec&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Age 12&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/449104501769573472-3084627298118636648?l=summerpoetryages11-13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerpoetryages11-13.blogspot.com/feeds/3084627298118636648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://summerpoetryages11-13.blogspot.com/2009/06/american.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449104501769573472/posts/default/3084627298118636648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449104501769573472/posts/default/3084627298118636648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerpoetryages11-13.blogspot.com/2009/06/american.html' title='An American'/><author><name>Sarasota Writing Contests</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12777594923796611668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7xIIGend2YY/SleykWrvzEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FenqwXtoWbU/s1600-R/writing.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-449104501769573472.post-5275500165897732094</id><published>2009-06-30T13:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T13:17:07.035-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Snowfall</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The first snowfall arrives like a timid deer&lt;br /&gt;It covers the once bright green grass with a light, white powder&lt;br /&gt;Then frosts the windows of the houses&lt;br /&gt;It moves gently, quietly, softly, and silently&lt;br /&gt;But as the cloud parts, and the snow ceases to fall&lt;br /&gt;Over the small town&lt;br /&gt;It leaves the beginning of winter to come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-By Maia Pivec&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Age 12&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/449104501769573472-5275500165897732094?l=summerpoetryages11-13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerpoetryages11-13.blogspot.com/feeds/5275500165897732094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://summerpoetryages11-13.blogspot.com/2009/06/snowfall.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449104501769573472/posts/default/5275500165897732094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449104501769573472/posts/default/5275500165897732094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerpoetryages11-13.blogspot.com/2009/06/snowfall.html' title='Snowfall'/><author><name>Sarasota Writing Contests</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12777594923796611668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7xIIGend2YY/SleykWrvzEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FenqwXtoWbU/s1600-R/writing.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-449104501769573472.post-6437077274870458215</id><published>2009-06-30T13:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T13:15:34.305-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Broken Window</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;No matter what I do, I do nothing but think&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;of who and what I am. Not on the outside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but the inside,not only am I a girl I am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;becoming a women in my own way.Not&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;from the looks of becoming women from&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the outside.But the responsible women I am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;becoming on the inside, I have become&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;more caring, responsible, and more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;loving.So whatever you see from the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;outside, is never going to be like what you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;can see in someone from the inside. It's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;more than just a person, it's you so be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yourself and show what's inside, is more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;than looks of any kind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-By Tatiana Xara&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Age 12 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/449104501769573472-6437077274870458215?l=summerpoetryages11-13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerpoetryages11-13.blogspot.com/feeds/6437077274870458215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://summerpoetryages11-13.blogspot.com/2009/06/broken-window.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449104501769573472/posts/default/6437077274870458215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449104501769573472/posts/default/6437077274870458215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerpoetryages11-13.blogspot.com/2009/06/broken-window.html' title='The Broken Window'/><author><name>Sarasota Writing Contests</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12777594923796611668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7xIIGend2YY/SleykWrvzEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FenqwXtoWbU/s1600-R/writing.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-449104501769573472.post-4786384387511441770</id><published>2009-06-30T13:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T13:11:37.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'>poemm</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i have a friend name will,&lt;br /&gt;he lives by the mills,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he looks like a pig,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and he sometimes wears a wig,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ill see him around untill...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-by Katie Crewdson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Age 12&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/449104501769573472-4786384387511441770?l=summerpoetryages11-13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerpoetryages11-13.blogspot.com/feeds/4786384387511441770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://summerpoetryages11-13.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-have-friend-name-will-he-lives-by.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449104501769573472/posts/default/4786384387511441770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449104501769573472/posts/default/4786384387511441770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerpoetryages11-13.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-have-friend-name-will-he-lives-by.html' title='poemm'/><author><name>Sarasota Writing Contests</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12777594923796611668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7xIIGend2YY/SleykWrvzEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FenqwXtoWbU/s1600-R/writing.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-449104501769573472.post-8759567134713752798</id><published>2009-06-30T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T10:13:16.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dancing is Fun, A Friend Named Will, A Friend Named Jack</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Dancing is fun&lt;br /&gt;i dance in the sun&lt;br /&gt;i sliped on wood floor&lt;br /&gt;then my booty got sore&lt;br /&gt;then i ate a hunny bunn ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i have a friend name will,&lt;br /&gt;he lives by the mills,he looks like a pig,and he sometimes wears a wig,ill see him around untill...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i have a friend name jack,&lt;br /&gt;he has a six pack,he trow a computer on the ground,it went all round,then went all wack ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-By Katie Crewdson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;  Age 12&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/449104501769573472-8759567134713752798?l=summerpoetryages11-13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerpoetryages11-13.blogspot.com/feeds/8759567134713752798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://summerpoetryages11-13.blogspot.com/2009/06/dancing-is-fun-friend-named-will-friend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449104501769573472/posts/default/8759567134713752798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449104501769573472/posts/default/8759567134713752798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerpoetryages11-13.blogspot.com/2009/06/dancing-is-fun-friend-named-will-friend.html' title='Dancing is Fun, A Friend Named Will, A Friend Named Jack'/><author><name>Sarasota Writing Contests</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12777594923796611668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7xIIGend2YY/SleykWrvzEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FenqwXtoWbU/s1600-R/writing.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-449104501769573472.post-3487759843436444752</id><published>2009-06-29T16:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T13:00:25.474-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Max</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have a dog&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;His name is "Max."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will now share&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A few facts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He is three&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He likes to see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lots of squirrels&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In the tree. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;His tail is curly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And his belly is pearly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He likes to dash&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;While looking like a flash. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He tends to run away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When forgetting to "stay."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Though he knows it's a loss&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When his bone gets tossed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When he does tricks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;His favorite treats he gets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He's so handsome&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He could get all the chicks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I tell him all my secrets&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I need a friend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A sympathetic ear &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He will always lend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Laura Azar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;age 11&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/449104501769573472-3487759843436444752?l=summerpoetryages11-13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerpoetryages11-13.blogspot.com/feeds/3487759843436444752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://summerpoetryages11-13.blogspot.com/2009/06/max.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449104501769573472/posts/default/3487759843436444752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449104501769573472/posts/default/3487759843436444752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerpoetryages11-13.blogspot.com/2009/06/max.html' title='Max'/><author><name>Sarasota Writing Contests</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12777594923796611668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7xIIGend2YY/SleykWrvzEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FenqwXtoWbU/s1600-R/writing.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-449104501769573472.post-7091997957100787490</id><published>2009-06-29T16:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T13:06:56.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sun, Good Rain, The Nasty Plant in a Pot</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sun&lt;br /&gt;Big red&lt;br /&gt;Burning heating nonliving&lt;br /&gt;Getting sunburn is not fun&lt;br /&gt;Star&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good rain&lt;br /&gt;Some like the rain like&lt;br /&gt;Me its fun to play in and&lt;br /&gt;Helps me go to sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nasty plant in a pot&lt;br /&gt;We had a plant in a pot&lt;br /&gt;Tied in a knot&lt;br /&gt;That started to rot&lt;br /&gt;Because it was covered in snot&lt;br /&gt;That had spots&lt;br /&gt;And got shot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-By: Jonmichael Slowick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Age 12&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/449104501769573472-7091997957100787490?l=summerpoetryages11-13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerpoetryages11-13.blogspot.com/feeds/7091997957100787490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://summerpoetryages11-13.blogspot.com/2009/06/sun-good-rain-nasty-plant-in-pot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449104501769573472/posts/default/7091997957100787490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449104501769573472/posts/default/7091997957100787490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerpoetryages11-13.blogspot.com/2009/06/sun-good-rain-nasty-plant-in-pot.html' title='The Sun, Good Rain, The Nasty Plant in a Pot'/><author><name>Sarasota Writing Contests</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12777594923796611668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7xIIGend2YY/SleykWrvzEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FenqwXtoWbU/s1600-R/writing.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-449104501769573472.post-6137601300454609793</id><published>2009-06-29T16:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T13:07:24.881-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;snow is a wonderful thing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;everyday is a time for snowball fights&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;after that is cocoa time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-by:morgan taubert&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Age 12&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/449104501769573472-6137601300454609793?l=summerpoetryages11-13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerpoetryages11-13.blogspot.com/feeds/6137601300454609793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://summerpoetryages11-13.blogspot.com/2009/06/winter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449104501769573472/posts/default/6137601300454609793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449104501769573472/posts/default/6137601300454609793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerpoetryages11-13.blogspot.com/2009/06/winter.html' title='Winter'/><author><name>Sarasota Writing Contests</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12777594923796611668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7xIIGend2YY/SleykWrvzEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FenqwXtoWbU/s1600-R/writing.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-449104501769573472.post-347420001704962430</id><published>2009-06-29T16:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T13:08:54.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"All my Horses"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ransom,Casper,Sue&lt;br /&gt;Foxy and Huckleberry to&lt;br /&gt;Running through the back lawn&lt;br /&gt;Uh Oh the race is on&lt;br /&gt;hoof beats rhythmically pound&lt;br /&gt;echoing off the ground&lt;br /&gt;the wind in their hair&lt;br /&gt;like flags in the breezy air&lt;br /&gt;it will be hard to call&lt;br /&gt;to see who will win or fall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-By Shelley Hermanson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Age 12&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/449104501769573472-347420001704962430?l=summerpoetryages11-13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerpoetryages11-13.blogspot.com/feeds/347420001704962430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://summerpoetryages11-13.blogspot.com/2009/06/all-my-horses.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449104501769573472/posts/default/347420001704962430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/449104501769573472/posts/default/347420001704962430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerpoetryages11-13.blogspot.com/2009/06/all-my-horses.html' title='&quot;All my Horses&quot;'/><author><name>Sarasota Writing Contests</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12777594923796611668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7xIIGend2YY/SleykWrvzEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FenqwXtoWbU/s1600-R/writing.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
