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The Young Writers Project is looking for great student art to publish each week! This picture was taken by Cheryl Sudol of Essex High School. Click on the photo for more. If you want to submit your photos for potential outside publication, click here for more info. Click here to see the image galleries for the last two years.
We are also looking for you writers to comment on your fellow artists' photos or art work. If you feel like writing something -- a story or a poem or whatever -- based on either of these photos, click on either of the photos and leave a comment -- a poem or a story -- below the picture!

The deadline for writing and art related to the YWP's fourth prompt -- GHOSTS or MAGIC -- is end of day Wed. Oct. 10. Don't forget you need to be registered and activated on this site to submit. Don't wait for the last minute! Click here for info on submitting. And here for the full list of prompts.

WEEK FIVE
The fifth week of the 2007/08 YWP Newspaper Series features general writing from students throughout Vermont and New Hampshire and updated information on YWP's Special Projects for the year. Click the image to the left to see or download one of the full-sized pages as a pdf. Click the links below for more.

Click here for student writing.

Click here for more info on Special Projects.

See "VISUALS" for more about the photograph. Click here for index of past weeks' pages.

By Chauncey Jones
Leland and Gray Union High School, Grade 9

Sweep me away
off my feet
tell me some secrets
that I can keep.
Twirl me ’round
let’s dance through the night
as long as you’re here
everything is alright.
My world is safe
when I’m in your arms
but I’m jolted awake
by my alarm.
Another fantasy
another day
show up soon
and sweep me away.

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.

By Audrey Jones
Leland and Gray Union
High School, Grade 9

Autumn is a season of beauty.
The sun shines brightly upon the gardens of ripening fruit and blossoming flowers.
Summer’s thin green pumpkins swell to autumn’s plump orange pumpkins.
Birds sing songs of magnificence.
No clouds are in sight.
Then, hour by hour, the soft-dying day turns into night at last.

By Victoria Crowther
Leland and Gray Union High School, Grade 9

Purple is calming yet very loud
Soft as lavender in the spring
But crazy as one-piece snowboard suits
Yummy as grape juice
But gross as wine
The color of my crocs
And even the color of some people’s hair
Purple is the color of royalty
Also nobility and spirituality

By Bridget Walter
Georgia Elementary and Middle School, Grade 4

Crisp autumn air
Wafting into my nose
A vehicle comes speeding
Down the road -- vroom
The leaves under my feet
Crunch
crumble.
The moist ground under my feet goes
Squelch
And I look down.
Often I stop
And look at the brightly colored leaves.
And move on.
I make haste to
Pick some leaves off the trees

How many times a day, do you have to hear quiet, before you actually stay quiet?
I only have to hear it once. I close my mouth and lower my eyes, and hope to hear silence, peace.
But it never comes, it's still little whispers, and a few giggles behind me.
I look over to my right, and see my best friend.
He looks over with a big goofy grin on his face.
I can’t help but giggle to myself.

By Amie Schiller
Brattleboro Union High School, Grade 9

Those marigolds so fluffy and bright,
the dew drops still fresh on the ground,
birds chirping, dogs barking,
happiness is all around.
The sun is warm and yellow,
I wallow in its heat,
I feel the warmness all around me
especially around my feet.
And then I hear that constant
summer beat,
the sound of people happy,

Writer's note: I wrote this last year for school and just found it. What do you think?

By Maggie Sullivan
Milton High School, Grade 9

I sit in the cramped seat of a cafeteria table surrounded by people I’ve known for years, silently chewing. I notice, slightly, the havoc of all these students on the periphery. I wonder why so much amusement is found from playing keep-away with someone’s food, or throwing an empty bottle around that no one wants to put away, or making snide comments about every other girl in school.