RIVERSIDE ELEMENTARY SCHOOL

RIVERSIDE ELEMENTARY

Teaching-Writer Sharon Hanson

SALMON ON THE FORTUNE AND GLORY RIVER (LUNE)

Victoria Riverside Elementary School

Waving golden tails, Glistening with your red scales, Relecting on water.

THE HARP

Lucy Riverside Elementary School

The orphans were getting settled in their cabins when the headmaster said, “Time for the irst campire of the annual orphanage camping trip.”

Cooper and his cabinmates inished getting settled and then walked to the campire area. Ater everyone was seated around the campire the headmaster told them the legend about a magical harp. “There is only one person who can play the harp, and if that person plays it, they will be the king or queen of music.”

That night Cooper could not stop thinking about the harp. He wanted to learn more about it. He decided to ind the harp.

Chaewon Riverside Elementary School

“Bird, oh bird, How is your beak so black, Black like the Night?” “It is black because I am a Night bird Are you a bird?” “No, but The monkey I Am” “I wanted to visit you, like just like you do.” “Thank you,” the Monkey said.

ANIMAL POEM

Colt Riverside Elementary School

Snow leopard, how do you blend in the snow so well? Cheetah, how do you run so fast like a car? Cat, how do you jump so high? Sloth, why are you so slow like a slug? Firely, how are you so bright like a moon?

Cameron Riverside Elementary School

A hilltop blooming in spring as the sun sets, A rabbit watches as the wind gently brushes the trees. A drop of rain, the rabbit will lee under a redwood, Spring it will be soon, as it Slowly falls silent Please don’t get violent, Spring. Now it is winter, the hilltop, covered in snow. The rabbit is out there as it begins to snow. As the rabbit plays in the snow A fox approaches And chases the rabbit into a warm cozy hole Where the rabbit takes a long winter nap and slowly falls silent— for it is winter. Don’t bother the cold.

Almost one year later, the leaves slowly fall. Our rabbit friend Is gone. The squirrel stashes nuts in his tree. The ants march, and the leaves crunch under their little feet. The Hilltop is dying, but don’t you worry: It will grow back in spring.