possession

You posess the power
Of a god
But not just any god
The god of creation
But only half his power
Belongs to you
For another
Posesses the other half
Of his power
Yet you stand for good
And he stands for evil
Soon, the two of you will
Clash swords in a mighty battle
And you will be equally matched
And at the battles climax
This world will crumble
Nobody will win

By Mary Griffin
Woodstock Union High School, Grade 10

Worn head,
Weave where fur once spread,
Softness in creases,
Colors? Washes instead.
New beneath bent tag,
Chipped black eyes,
Re-sewn arm,
Ragged ties.
Arching neck,
Tired frown,
Gentle slouch,
Impish clown.
My stuffed companion,
Crib-cry lend,
Old stuffed lion,
My dear friend.

By Lily Harris
Charlotte Central School, Grade 6

On a warm, sunny day in July, 1998, we stood in a circle in my huge back yard and planted my tree. My family and our very close friends were gathered to celebrate my adoption. The tree we planted is a red maple.

I have noticed over the years that my tree is a lot like me.

By Heather Rameau
Woodstock Union High School, Grade 10

You wouldn’t think that a movie ticket would mean very much to anyone, but to me it does. It may look like nothing, but that shriveled, wrinkled little scrap of paper with coffee stains and faded lettering from frequent trips through the washing machine means everything.