Kids in Print 2017 Edition

How to Fly: A Self Portrait  Lucia Brown / Age 14

Venice  Ana Ducra / Age 13

American Girl I have a right to have my voice be heard, For I am indeed the American girl, I have the strength to overcome and face every battle and war, For I am indeed the American girl, I have the confidence to be anything I want to be, For I am indeed the American girl, I have the knowledge to achieve my goals in this world, For I am indeed the American girl, From my ancestors being brought here from the motherland, For the fight for equality for all!

For holding my head high through every test and trial, For standing together united as one, For standing up for freedom, liberty, and life, I have the right to be proud of who I am and where I come from, For I am indeed the American girl.

Mya McPhatter / Age 16

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I Have Seen the Red Leaves Fall I have seen the red leaves fall Like blood seeping into a battleground, Drifting down like falling soldiers As if they’ve been sown there.

I have seen the white snow come Like cold pricks of bigotry, Burying the small voices of the black earth, The small, green leaves that show hope.

I have seen the colorful roses grow Like honey-sweet words surrounding bitter meanings.

Every rose has its thorn, and these words Were pretty but sharp. “Separate but equal.”

I have seen the yellow sun shine Like a peaceful reassurance that “Everything’s gonna be alright” from Bob Marley, Who disappeared into the cold winter of death in 1981.

I have seen the red leaves fall again.

Lauren Chen / Age 13

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Benedict Cumberbatch as Sherlock  Danni Horne / Age 14

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We Don’t Deliver

After moving to a small town in southern Michigan, I got a job as a cashier in a local store. After work, I would walk home to my small house and order a small pizza.

This was my routine for two weeks when things took a strange turn. I called in my usual order to the pizzeria when a new voice, one I hadn’t heard before, answered the phone and told me, “The usual? No problem. I’ll deliver it in less than 5 minutes.”

Sure enough within 5 minutes my order was delivered and it was exactly what I had ordered every night before. When I tried to give the delivery boy a tip, he declined. He said he didn’t need it and that he was just working at the pizzeria to get out of the house and to try and meet new people.

This became my new routine for about three months. I’d order the same pizza and the same delivery boy would stop by at the same time. It was sort of a running joke between us—he knew my routine so well.

When I grew tired of eating the same thing every night, I stopped at the small diner across the street from the pizza place on my way home and had a nice dinner.

Through the window I saw my usual delivery boy leave the pizzeria with a box in hand, heading toward my block.

I returned home, later than usual, and I found a pizza box sitting on my doorstep. On the box was a note that said: “Missed you. Guess I’ll get what you owe me tomorrow.” This creeped me out. I called the pizzeria and told the manager what I had found and that the past three months the same delivery boy had been stopping by and that I was sure he was the one who left the note.

It was then the manager told me something I never expected: “Ma’am, we don’t deliver.”

Riley Yarborough / Age 12

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My Shadow on the Wall My shadow looks like me, but isn’t It’s the part of me that lies It’s the part of me I hate My shadow on the wall is scary and dark I hate my shadow and it hates me It follows me wherever I go My shadow on the wall has no face no looks My shadow is me, but not My shadow on the wall

Haley Whitelaw / Age 10

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Where is the Brain? Clover Robichaud / Age 18

Feelings Feelings are things.

Emotions take over.

Happy, sad, angry, mad.

Whatever you’re feeling You know it’s right.

Feelings Make you who you are.

Emilia Sanchez / Age 9

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Magnolia on the Beach  Jerryana Williams-Bibiloni / Age 18

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Late Summer Lily  Calvin Stevick-Brown / Age 11

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Tree The ancient monarch Stands proud and tall in spite of The weight of the years Magnificent limbs Branch out into the heavens Defying gravity Mighty roots sink deep, Deep into the rocky soil Bringing sustenance The massive trunk soars Up, up beyond my eyesight Where the birds fly free Uncountable leaves A thousand different shades Glorious colors Who can rival you?

O monarch of the forest, Who can comprehend you?

May you stand unchanged Throughout the world’s history Never shall you fall.

Daniel Davidson / Age 17

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Once Upon A Horse

nce upon a horse I was, I rode and rode upon that horse, riding, riding, riding, riding into town.

And when I got into the town, there was, there was right over there, waiting there for me, just me waiting, waiting, waiting waiting there for me, just me a chestnut-colored dog, standing lonely and forlorn, staring at me, just me, lonely, sad, yet beautiful somehow.

I saw right there a chestnut-colored dog standing lonely and forlorn, when I was once upon a horse.

Alessandra White / Age 11

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Creature  Sadee Broughton / Age 10

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The Monster World

Jacob’s day started just like any other. He got up, ate breakfast, and went outside to play with his dog, Wyatt. That was when he heard it. Something was in his bushes. He took a closer look and out jumped a creature with wings that looked like leaves, hair like vines, and rose petals that formed bracelets around its wrists. “Hello, Jacob,” it said. Jacob was so scared, he didn’t know what to do.

The creature suddenly blew yellow and orange flowers into his face. Everything went pitch black.

When he woke up, Jacob was in a tunnel-like cave, seemingly underground. He looked around and heard a strange scraping, shuffling noise. Then he saw them. His heart gave a jolt and his skin crawled. Giant insects, with eyes smaller than needles but antennae longer than his arm. They were huge, some as big as a couch. One of them touched his temples, and he could hear a voice in his head “Hello, Jacob...you came back...we have waited for so long...” Jacob was too freaked out to keep listening. He shoved away from the bug and ran to the mouth of the cave. The cave opened into a massive jungle. Instead of normal animals, this place was full of creatures that Jacob could only imagine in dreams or books. They all turned to look at him simultaneously. A monster, he could only describe it as a monster, took one step towards him and Jacob ran.

He ran so far, by the time he stopped at a river, the jungle was far off in the horizon. He heard a twig snap and he whipped around to grab anything he could use as a weapon. He grabbed the closest stick and walked towards the sound. On the other edge of the river, a beautiful golden stag with shimmering strings dangling from its antlers appeared. Jacob was so distracted with its overwhelming beauty that he was taken completely by surprise when blue and red rope quickly wrapped around his legs and hands. He fought against the ropes, but then noticed that on each end there was a head with antenna and one eye. He looked down and noticed the ropes were tightening themselves. He blacked out from fear and awoke in a black and white castle. He felt a weight on his head and he looked up.

There, sitting on his head as if it had been there his whole life, was a white and blue crown.

Upon further inspection, the crown had small black eyes and little stubby arms. “It is rude to stare.

A king should know better, Jacob!” a voice said. Then he realized it was the crown that had spoken.

“S...s..sorry ma’am.” Then the crown started to glow. “Oh! You probably don’t remember a thing!

Don’t worry, the memories will come back soon enough,” she said. “As long as I am on your head, I will read your thoughts. You are the Monster King. You must protect and care for the monsters here. You can always go home whenever you like, either through the loop cave, a necklace, or crown.” First, you must be introduced to the monsters. I will teleport you into some nearby woods so you can start your journey!” “No, don’…” in seconds, Jacob was not in the castle anymore “t...”

Suddenly, Jacob heard something behind him. A massive bear, twice the size of a grizzly or kodiak bear, appeared out from a tree. Jacob blacked out for the third time that day, and awoke in a new cave with the smell of hot soup making his stomach rumble. “Hello Your Majesty. I’m a native bear. Want some rabbit stew? Jacob’s stomach rumbled in response. “I’ll take that as a yes!” Then a bowl floated by itself, scooped out some stew, and landed in Jacob’s lap. A spoon immediately floated up and began to scoop stew into his mouth. Jacob sat down to eat his soup and contemplate the day’s events. His head was spinning with details of monsters, magic, and talking bears. He knew that whatever was going on, one thing was for sure: he was gearing up for a crazy adventure.

Jacob Peterson-Griffin / Age 11

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Tunnel  Abigail Lanier / Age 9

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Universal Child  Jada Broome / Age 12

Birds They flew to her in flocks of pink orange red and black They encircled her in a halo of colors and she laughed They lifted her up and took her away Her final wish granted

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Dreams Dreams seem like movies.

Just very disorganized.

Switching between scenes Switching between points of view You’re you: no, that guy is you.

You think you get it.

But there’s always a plot twist To make you confused.

Everything is chaotic.

You don’t understand the dream.

When you’re dead, you’re not.

When you fall from 90 feet You get up in one piece.

When the monster eats you, You burst out of its belly.

You’re invincible. And then…

You wake up.

Brant Miller / Age 12

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The Weeping Willow  Clover Robichaud / Age 18

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City, Skyscraper  Max Zou / Age 9

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Sunshine  Nicholas Bostick / Age 10

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Who Did It? Who did it?

Please tell me who!

Don’t lie, just tell the truth.

I hope it wasn’t you.

Who ate all my food?

Wait, I have a clue…

Please don’t tell me it’s true Was it you?

OK it’s true!

Oh, sister!

Mylani Jackson / Age 10

My Mom Sophie Wachtel / Age 6

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The Dog  Paige Griswold / Age 6

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The Adventures of Eggy and Wilson 1 | Eggy Eggy lived with his owner Elaina. He had many wishes but his biggest was to fly. So he set off to climb the tallest building in the world.

2 | Eggy Flies When he reached the top, he jumped off! Luckily, under the tallest building there was a boy named Wilson.

“I’m flying!” shouted Eggy. “I’m finally flying!”

But Eggy wasn’t flying. He was falling!

I already told you about Wilson. Well, Wilson was trying to catch butterflies but was not having much luck.

3 | Eggy with Elaina Elaina walked by grumbling, “Oh where, oh where, where, where, where can Eggy be? I’ve searched far and wide for him!”

And as soon as she said that, Eggy came soaring through the air and plopped right into Wilson’s butterfly net.

4 | Eggy Back Home “Eggy!” shouted Elaina. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you!! Where have you been?”

“I flew, El! I flew!” shouted Eggy. Elaina was so surprised and happy for Eggy that she said, “Eggy, come! We’ll drink lemondade. You too, Wilson.” (They were neighbors).

5 | The Drawing “Come on, Wilson,” shouted Elaina. “Let’s have cookies at my house.”

And they did! Elaina brought out the cookies. “Let’s eat!” she said.

They all ate happily. “Look!” said Elaina. “I just finished a picture of Eggy.” “Beautiful!” said Wilson. “Magnificent!” exclaimed Eggy.

The End Epilogue “I want to fly!” screamed Eggy.

“Not again!” moaned Elaina and Wilson.

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The Meeting of Friends  Max Wachtel / Age 6

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Manny  Leila Jackson / Age 8

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Self-Portrait  Evan Livengood / Age 9

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Cat & Mice  Naomi Broome / Age 7

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Pug  Addison David / Age 9

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A Bird’s Eye View Wyatt Rollins / Age 10

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The Beautiful Love of a Mother Dove The beautiful love of a mother dove deepens as she sits upon her nest,

watching her chicks hatch one by one; Their feathers as white as snow; their wings as long as their bodies;

the chicks each sing their own lovely song; The mother dove coos, then joins them with such delight of what

her chicks have done in the first moments of their birth.

Days later, they stretch their wings; it looks as if they’re going to try to fly; The mother dove takes the hint and pushes them out of the nest;

they unfurl their wings and fly!

The chicks soar so beautifully it looks as if it’s a sky ballet.

Lillian Mirosavich / Age 10

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A Fall Poem It is now autumn.

Flurries of leaves are falling, Red, gold and amber.

Green has disappeared.

Trees robed with royal red, Swaying in the wind.

Squirrels gather nuts, Running in the swaying treetops, Scurry, scamper, run.

Pumpkins and scarecrows Adorn the porches and stores.

Welcoming in fall.

Cierra White / Age 12

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Covered  Michaela Lanier / Age 12

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Lilypads  Ava Jackson / Age 11

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Flower Maiden  Andrea Robichaud / Age 15

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Bolt (Superhero)  Isiah Alicea / Age 14

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Super Soldiers of the Middle Ages

Imagine Captain America in a suit of armor with a glistening sword. On the battlefield, he is slicing men to shreds. He reduces bad guys to rubble. Knights were just like this. The training of a knight and the duties of a knight developed proficient super soldiers of the Middle Ages. When a boy was becoming a knight, he would begin at age 7. At this stage, he would be called a page. He would quickly learn to hunt with a falcon, take care of majestic horses and learn to ride them. He would practice sword play with his fellow pages. When a boy turned fifteen, he would become a squire. At this stage, he would learn how to joust and how to fight with a real sword. Sometimes, a squire would never become a knight. However, if he proved worthy, his knight would dub him, meaning touch his shoulder with a sword, and bestow the title and honor of a knight upon him. A squire would spend the whole night praying before going to the ceremony in which he would be dubbed. Because he would need them when he went into battle, the squire would be given a glistening sword and a gleaming shield as gifts. The training to become a knight was probably the hardest and most deadly thing those men had ever done.

Knights were like super soldiers of their day. Knights were the strongest soldiers in the army. They helped protect colossal castles from sieges. They would shoot down enemies from the top of these castles with bows and arrows. Knights valiantly protected lords and ladies from evildoers. They rode beautiful war horses. These were fast horses. These were brave horses. These were strong horses. A war horse could cost almost as much as an airplane today. Because these horses were so expensive, the knights would have to work diligently to afford them. In a battle, a knight could destroy many warriors just by himself. A knight’s duties were bloody and exhausting.

Knights truly were like Captain America in glistening armor with a razor sharp sword.

Colin Sapienza / Age 10

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The Storm Heaving swells, waves reaching far and high, a monsoon to a passerby.

Black and white, black is water with no source of light.

White is foam, swirling memorization, each bubble is air in a dome.

The storms have stopped, the bubbles have popped, the temperatures dropped.

The seabed is dry, when the tide had been so high, the sea will fade like it had never been there at all.

Heaving swells, waves reaching far and high, a monsoon to a passerby.

Logan Rollins / Age 10

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Wolves

Most people think wolves have a violent nature. But the truth is, wolves only attack if you provoke them. One way to do this is to threaten the pack. If a wolf has even the slightest idea that you’re attacking, it’ll summon the entire pack and they’ll all try to scare you off. If that doesn’t work, then they’ll attack you. It does this to protect the pack. Wolves won’t attack you if you approach carefully and quietly.

Another reason that a wolf will attack is to defend its territory or turf. Wolves have certain areas of space that belong to only their pack. This allows no enemy wolves to infiltrate their territory and steal food, claim that area for themselves, or hurt the wolf pups.

One last reason that people assume that wolves are aggressive is because they’re predators and they hunt, but they’re just born that way. Wolves don’t attack for no reason. They’re just normal animals, even if they eat only meat. They have normal lives and only do what they have to do in order to survive in the wild.

To them, being on the offensive is the best way possible to defend and protect themselves and their family effectively.

Elijah Stack / Age 9

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We Once Ruled We are the four presidents: Carved into stone, Unmovable, Intricate faces staring at nothing Stationary grey eyes forever fixed on the sky.

We are the four presidents: Standing strong against nature, Unmovable, Holding firm against weathering Fighting erosion with the mountain that is our home.

We are the four presidents: Thinking thoughts unknown to anyone else, Unmovable, With opinions hard as rock and decisions that would need earthquakes To change them.

We are the four presidents: Forever staring out into America, Carved into the country we once ruled.

Kaylee Chen / Age 11

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My Shot I am not throwing away my shot I am not throwing away my shot A tribute to Lin-Manuel But a story of me as well And I am not throwing away my shot I need to get good scores to get to Ivy League But these SATs, ah geez, they are makin’ me fatigued.

The problem is I’ve got a lot of things I like to do.

The list has changed many times but here’s a recent few.

Math, science, swim, and violin, The number’s growin’, Keep me goin’, without slowin’, and my thoughts are flowin’.

In my free time I try to babysit My brother and sister, To try to help mom and dad out; or they’ll spout, Without a doubt But I must admit, When the kids spit, and they hit, it makes me want to quit.

But then came Hamilton.

The story of America then Told by Americans now! And how!

If you don’t know this show, sit down, take a bow.

And wonder: How big’s the rock that you’ve been livin’ under?

It’s the bomb, it’s the best, it’s pounding in my chest Like a heart.

The lyrics of the raps are always in my head.

Doin’ my math, takin’ a bath, swimming a lap, Is it stuck in my cap?

Walking down the street With the beats Making me want to tweet at Lin-Manuel to tell him how I fell in love with his play in the span of only one day.

And so, I’m not throwing away my shot I’m giving 14 all I’ve got The genius Lin-Manuel Has inspired me as well And I am not throwing away my shot.

Eleanor Wachtel / Age 14

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Story of My Life  Victoria Jackman / Age 17

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See the Sea Turtle Mary Kathryn Davidson / Age 16

Many people made this edition of Kids in Print possible.

We each worked hard to make this publication the best yet.

PrintSouth Printing / Families, Teachers and School Staff / Darion McCloud Bonita Peeples / Programs and Partnerships / Marketing and Digital Strategies Kids In Print Selection Committee Heather McCue / Jennifer Naimzadeh / Emily Johansson / Errin Muhammad The Children’s Room / Teen Center

Blue  Zachary Nation-Miller / Age 17