Quinnifred's blog
Haunted Hotel
The Haunted Hotel
By Wilkie Collins
Continued by Quinn Darrow
Im From...
I’m From…
Quinn Darrow
I’m from Newfane walking to my bus stop
From the wood fire lying with my cats
From the warm cozy bed and book calling me to pick it up
From my sister watching her silly T.V. shows
From my cat Bridget jumping on the table asking for her Dinner
From my friend Fabian walking over to the house
From our neighbor living in the apartment right next door
Fall
Submitted by Quinnifred on September 13, 2007 - 13:48.By Quinn Darrow
Leland and Gray High School, Grade 9
Songs of Spring have left the earth
The fumes of poppies set drowsiness in the air
The trees bend with apples for the cider press
As fruitfulness hangs in the air
The hedge crickets sing a lullaby to Mother Earth
As she gets ready for the long cold blanket of snow
To help her to sleep.

