Fall/Winter 2011

ine QuillP

GREAT BLUE HERON

LAYOUT:Carol Roper

Rosemary Robertson

EDITING:Carol RoperRobin Rice

PUBLISHING ANDGRAPHIC EDITING:Rosemary Robertson

PRINTING:Kim Rick

ine QuillPFRONT COVER(top to bottom):

John Rick, Grade 9Julia Little, Grade 7

BACK COVER(clockwise from top):

Mairéad Dowling, Grade 6 Mia Marciano, Grade 7Vivienne Gao, Grade 7

Holly Gillespie, Grade 7Samantha Seymour, Grade 7

Claudia Pagnozzi-Schwam,Grade 6

Emma Bean, Grade 4

Akasha Chima-Zezulka, Grade 6

A bird soars through the air,Then to soar in the sky,Not chained to the Earth but able to soar far above the tops of the trees that reach up with branchesto bring you back to Earth,Grassy lands racing underneath,A blur of speed,One bird,One life to fl y free

Ashlyn Buffum, Grade 8

Alex Schwindt, Grade 6

Devin Shah, Grade 4

Mallory McArdle,Grade 8

M y family has three peopleA ll about the YankeesR oses are my favorite fl owerI like fairiesS parky is my petS eals used to be my favorite animalA cat is my favorite animal

Marissa Slocumb, Grade 2

Katerina Petrosky, Grade 4

ONE GRAVE

One grave,Hidden in the depths of time.Forgotten by many.Covered by the shade of this sagging tree.Next to me a rich grave stands tall,Seen by none,I lie.The wooden ships passingWaiting to explore the rest of this newlycolonized countryAnd here I lie.The whaling ships moving swiftly down the riverGoing out to make a livingAnd here I lie.The fi rst stages of carsA few buzz the empty streetAnd here I lie.The new bridge and highway system.More and more cars screech byAnd here I lie.

Oliver Parsons, Grade 7

Katia Bourganos, Grade 6

Souls can never fl yUnlike birds up in the skyDrifting on the breeze

Harrison Hall, Grade 8

Emmanuel Perry, Grade 9

Brian McGlinchey, Grade 6

Andrew Bronk, Grade 9

The important thing about a bird is that it fl ies.It is colorful and travels far,It sounds like music to my ears,But the important thing about a bird is that it fl ies.

Bennett Carr, Grade 5

Edward Litvinov, Grade 9

Lanette Hernandez, Grade 5

FOUND POEM From A Corner of the Universe

Red letters outlined in goldFRED CARMEL’S FUNTIME CARNIVALMusic tinkles from inside a wagon.Several trailers contain animals,behind them trot three ponies.

Sam Young, Grade 6

FOUND POEMFrom A Corner of The Universe

She sits primly in our parlor.Complete with gloves and a pale blue suit.She smiles to herself,Because of the bird, perched on my hat.

Avery Lena, Grade 6

Cassie Seidel, Grade 9

Shannon Desmond, Grade 8

FOUND POEMFrom Where the Red Fern Grows

I paid no attention to him.I was SULKING.I wouldn’t understand.Everything was different,because I hadn’t listened to him.

Claire Griffi n, Grade 4

Noam Makover, Grade 6

Kara Falck, Grade 9

Chris Bowdler, Grade 9

NORTHERN FLICKER

Bella Griscom, Grade 7

Andrew Hilton, Grade 7BLACK-CAPPED CHICKADEE

HEIFER PROJECT

Over the weekend my main job was fi lling emergency water bottles for things like Hurricane Irene. Also, I had to empty some old bottles from March. When I fi nished fi lling the bottles, I helped clean my guinea pig’s cage. When we were fi lling his food bowl, the bag split and it all spilled. So, I had another job. It really made me realize how much we need water and how much responsibility an animal is. But I also love him very much, and the families that get animals from my money will have an animal to love as well. Nico Brown, Grade 5

J olly and lovable!I love kittens!L oves singing!L loves dancing!I love Pine Point!A n awesome swimmer!N ever gone to Hawaii!

Jillian Iredale, Grade 2

SPECTACLE ISLAND

As I stand on top of the world on Spectacle IslandThe view takes me.An ocean with a blue so darkI feel as if I am walking through caves in France.The chill wind that blows through my hairRecalls oncoming fall.Puffy clouds that hang like mobiles about an infant’s crib.The sun that makes the dark ocean refl ect its mighty rays.The buildings that touch the infant’s mobile defl ect chillWinds of all, and mock the ocean with their height.Spectacle Island is on top of the world. Andrew Rosenberg, Grade 7

Megan O’Brien, Grade 6

Porter Brown, Grade 8

Charlotte White, Grade 6

D oes a great job at gamesI love Star Wars informationE gg haterG ame loverO n my way to adventure

Diego DelPrado, Grade 2

THERE ONCE WAS

There once was a ladyby the name of Harriet Woodward…I don’t know where she’s beenOr what she’s done,But I’m sure she was an excellent woman.Her grave caught my eye,Only because it was shiningIn the bright, bright sunWith a small glimmer of engraved leaves bordering the stone’s faceThere once was a blank space here on this very spotBut ever since 1901 Harriet and her husband have been here in a deep rest…Their souls are soaring through twists and turns of the cool, crisp air.

Sierra Beltran, Grade 7

Faith Moore,Grade 8

Caleb Shafer-Courter, Grade 4

O range (orange)E st-ce que je peux… (May I…)U n (a)F euille (leaf)

Panchali Choudhary, Grade 3

Toby Newbery, Kindergarten

C ouleurs (colors) R ouge (red) A nimaux (animals)B leu (blue)E urope (Europe)

Patrick Hagelston, Grade 4

C ouleurs (colors)R equin (shark)A nimal (animal)B aleine (whale)E st-ce que tu aimes… (do you like…)

Nicolas Hall, Grade 5

George Zingus, Grade 8

Andrew Nanson, Grade 1

ORANGE

In fallOrange pumpkins are Sitting on my porch.

In fallOrange leaves fall

from the trees.

Sam Conley, Grade 4

N ot good at baseballA pple loverY aks are awesomeA n awesome skierN ice to my dog Lizzie

Nayan Sapers, Grade 2

Emma LaRose, Grade 6

Cindy Holland, Grade 1

In fallRed is a red squirrel jumping

In the leaves.In fall

Red is the color of apples fallingFrom the tree.

Seeing the picturesAll of the helpless victimsCooped up in cages like birds.

Liam Griscom, Grade 8

Maria Iacoi, Faculty

RED

Julian Gay, Grade 1

In fallOrange is a glowing pumpkin.

In fallOrange is a fl oating leaf.

ORANGE

Natalie Hawley,Grade 7

EUROPEAN STARLING

THIRD GRADE’S FAV

Without my eye I can’t see,I can bump into people.My eyes are light blue.My eyes can blink.Tears come down my eyes.

Jamison Rick

I love my lips because they’re beautiful.They help me eat sweets and chocolate.They help me talk with beautiful lipstick.They help me form all of my words.Last of all, my lips help me kiss my mom at night.My lips are a great body part.

Lauren Rolla

My hair can shine in the sun.Everyone says to me,

“Your hair is beautiful.”My hair can go to the bottom of my legs.

My hair is very curly.Whenever I get my hair wet,

It is very long.I love my hair.

Jade Eleazer

JAMISON’S EYE

MY HAIR

MY LIPS

VORITE BODY PARTS

FLIRTATIOUS HAIR

Oh, I love my smooth, thick, brown hair.I can put it in a ponytail, pigtails, and anything else.I can also put headbands in my fl irtatious, beautiful hair.Oh, what would I do if I didn’t have hair?

Caitlin Reardon

If I didn’t have my legs,I couldn’t skate or jump in the lake with my two sisters.My legs are big and strong, tired and weakBut they are always there to help me compete.Jump, run, hop, and skipThese are the things I couldn’t miss. Skate, soccer, all those things I couldn’t have done it without my legs.

Gabby Seidel

MY BRAIN

My brain helps me choose to eat sugar cane.It tells me not to go out in the rain.My brain helps me get some fame.

It tells me to drive in the right lane.And my brain always tells me not to fi shFor trout when a thunderstorm is about.

I love my brain.

Ajay Naik

MY TREMENDOUS LEGS

Joaquin DelPrado, Kindergarten

THE TIPPING POINT

I think I know what it wasWhat what was?It was a dreamDream?The one I had when I was back on Angel’s Landing. I know it was.The landscape was spread out the same way, like a painting. I was barefoot. The air was warm without weight. My toes curled around the warm rounded rim of the rock and I leaned forward.I felt the tipping point.The breeze rustled like angel’s wingsAnd?I fell. Just like thatJust like that?Just like that.And this was…?The tipping pointWhich is?The point where I lean forward and letgo of stress and deadlines and worries.The point where I don’t think anymore and just act. And I know what I do.What?I fall.

Georgia White, Grade 8

Annika Shah, Kindergarten

Mallory Kane, Grade 8

Inpyo Hong, Grade 9

Hunter Dolphin, Grade 4

Jordan Crawford, Grade 9

FOUND POEMFrom When Zachary Beaver Came to Town

Flowers bloom silentlyEach blade of grass is stillI wish I could walk toward the fl owersBut I can’t I feel scaredI feel bullied by the beautiful fl owers

Emily Rundlett, Grade 6

THE IMPORTANT THING

The important thing about a rockis that it is hard.The wind may blow and leaves may fallAnd trees may uproot,But the rock stands fi rm, unmoved, unyieldingBut the important thing about a rockis that it is hard.

Jamie Donovan, Grade 5

Brandon Qiu, Grade 8

Quincy Gates-Graceson, Grade 1

ORANGE

In fallOrange is a jack-o-lantern

Gleaming in the night.In fall

Orange is slimy, gooey pulp Of a pumpkin.

Gaelen Frink, Grade 9

Henrik Ehlers, Grade 1

RED

In fallRed is a leaf twirling in the

wind.In fall

Red is a juicy apple on a tree.

FOUND POEMFrom Where the Red Fern Grows

The King walkedtoward his master

His glossy coat wasa sight

His body was stiffHead in the air

His stride was beautiful and just.

Joe Reiser, Grade 6

Julianna Rick, Grade 7

RUBY-THROATED HUMMINGBIRD

Grant Long, Grade 7

SHARP-SHINNED HAWK

D ancing is funI love catsL ove is singingL ollipops are awesomeO utside is everythingN ature is delicate

Dillon Griscom, Grade 2

John Paul Wronowski, Grade 4

Aeden Connelly, Grade 4

Fehme Braish, Grade 6

RED

In fallRed is a juicy, sweet apple.

In fallRed is a maple leaf

Flying in the airLike a butterfl y.

Harrison Staley, Grade 9

Winter is comingThe air feels crisp and cool

The days feel longerWinter brings beautySnow that is like fl uff

Icicles that glimmer in the lightWinter makes everything sparkleLike a distant diamond in the sky

Schyler Davis, Grade 9

Tyree Brooks, Grade 4

Gabby Saunders, Grade 1

As I sit here in English classEveryone is quiet, but there is no silence

The scratches of pencils dancing on the paperWriting poems, stories and memoriesSounds like teachers at a chalkboard

The hum of the projector, projecting only a blank screenAlthough it works so hard, there is nothing to be seen

Students breathing like the wind on an autumn morningKeep the sound of life continuingThe rattling of the hot water urn

Sounds like a soft cymbal in a marching bankEveryone is quiet, but there is no silence

As I sit here in English class

Mia Perry, Grade 8

Chris West, Grade 7

CEDAR WAXWING

ORANGE

In fallOrange is a pumpkin

With glittering eyes, nose and mouth.

In fallOrange is a sunset.

O range (orange) E st-ce que je peux… (May I…)U n (a) F rançais (French)

Jack Ryan, Grade 3

Hayden Raithel, Grade 1

RED

In fallRed is like a fl ower starting

to get dead.In fall

red is like a red leaf fallingto the ground.

Cecelia Wager, Grade 1

Nicola Wood, Grade 6

FOUND POEMFrom Where the Red Fern Grows

THE RED CAT

The long, red cat ready to springAnn’s running for himThe long, red cat almost tickled to deathShe jumps behind him and nips his red tail

Alexander Bowdler, Grade 6

Marcus Harris,Grade 8

G ood at rock climbingA ll about YankeesV ery good at chessI love climbing glaciers and volcanoesN ever learned the language of Canada

Gavin Seymour, Grade 2

Erica Crawford, Grade 4

Maria Carseli, Kindergarten

Maeve Bennett,Kindergarten

C ouleurs (colors) R ose (pink)A djectifs (adjectives)B leu (blue)E urope (Europe)

Charlie Ritter, Grade 4

Johnna Anderson, Grade 6

Birds fi nd nourishment,But along comes a hunter,Willing to destroy

Orion Marco, Grade 8

O range (orange)E iffel U ne (a)F rance (France)

Jeffrey Hayward,Grade 3

BOBOLINK

Maddie Hurtgen, Grade 7

Brianna Seidel, Grade 7

NORTHERN MOCKINGBIRD

GOLD

In fallGold is a beautiful leafFalling from a tree.Gold is a beautiful appleIn a tree.

Ryan Greene, Grade 1

Izzie Reid, Grade 6

Bryce Antoch,Grade 6

Annabel Iredale, Grade 5

O range (orange)E st-ce que je peux…(May I…)U n (a)F euille (leaf)

James DiBona, Grade 3

In fallOrange is a beautiful color

PumpkinsIn fall

Orange is the leavesBlowing from the trees.

Hope Williams, Grade 1

Ayanna Burrell, Grade 5

Kiona Carter, Grade 9

ART

A pen is a paint brush,Creating mental pictures.Words are like the paint,

Coming in different shadesAn author is an artist.

Athan Bourganos, Grade 8

FOUND POEMFrom Where the Red Fern Grows

A stormy dayLeaves rattling in air,Baying heard from Old Dan,Beginning to sleet chilling the air,The rhythmic cry heard from Little Ann

Jeff DeLapp, Grade 6

ORANGE

Pine Point SchoolStonington, Connecticut

MARSH WREN

BELTED KINGFISHER

PIPING PLOVER

PEREGRINE FALCON