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Barry Paschal

Winning entries from Columbia County's Young Georgia Authors competition

Posted: May 4, 2012 - 4:06pm  |  Updated: May 4, 2012 - 4:10pm

The Columbia County Board of Education recently honored the grade-level winners of the annual Young Georgia Authors contest. These are the entries from those winners.

 

Nahamani Gibson

Kindergarten

Stevens Creek Elementary

“The Missing Gift”

When it was March 4th my birthday I had five gifts. And it was hot. But the biggest gift got lost! “Elijah have you seen my fifth gift?” “No” Elijah said. “What!” I said. “Huh?” said Elijah. “Let’s search!” “What no way!” “We need to!” “I said why not? “Because I can’t open my gifts without the big one” I said. “Oh no!” Elijah said. “Yay an adventure” Elijah said. We went looking in the dining room, under the sofa, and ...”we found it!” “Yay!” “It’s time for gifts our mom said. Yes! It’s time.”

 

Melanie Gibson

First Grade

Evans Elementary

“Spring”

The birds came out.

Well here is what the birds do in spring.

Blackbirds sing a pretty song.

Hummingbirds drink nectar.

Blue jays store acorns.

Owls stay awake on spring nights.

Ducks swim in a lake.

Spring plants grow.

Small and tall.

Pink and white.

Big and tiny.

Ugly and pretty.

Stinky and sweet.

Weeds and flowers.

 

Sammie Gray

Second Grade

Lewiston Elementary

“Puppy Meets Panda”

Once upon a time there was a little pink puppy. It was really happy. But a little lonely. You see, the pup was a stray. Her mom and brothers and sisters lived in a pet store. So she ate her dinner alone, played alone, and slept alone. Finally, she said “I’m going on a quest to find friends” Puppy yelped. So off she trotted. She found a rat. “Wanna be my friend?” she asked. The rat looked at her but said nothing. “Oh well.” Puppy said “I shall go on.” Then she met a fox. “Want to be my friend?” she asked. “Shhhhhore!” the fox smirked. “What’s for lunch?” the fox asked. The pup figured out the puzzle. “Oh dear!” she cried, “You want to eat me!” She ran away! She met a cat. Lunch! She met a bat. Crunch! She met a pig, bug, boot (which she thought was an animal) and a goat! Nope! Soon she made it into a jungle! Lions, monkeys, tigers, toucans, she didn’t wait long enough to hear the rest. While she ran she met a strange creature. A panda! “Wanna be m-my friend?” She was stuttering now. “Shore!” the panda answered. Puppy was surprised. “Yay!” she shouted. “But a little more friends would be nice.” The panda called her family. “Wow! 100 friends!” The puppy has found her friends. Her family. Her home.

 

Nevaeh Guisao

Third Grade

South Columbia Elementary

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Once upon a time in New York there were these two little girls named Alisha and Star. They both loved to draw and color pictures. One day in the middle of winter there was a humongous snow storm. Their house was shaking so hard, right before you knew it “Boom!!” – a big, huge snowball crashed right in front of their house and suddenly right after that a snowball crashed right onto part of the house. Most houses would fall, but it was made out of a magical potion so if something falls on top of it, it will not fall no matter what. Then the two little girls heard a “Fe-fi-fo-fum, I am the giant of snow.” After he said those words the giant of snow put his big old head in to the front door. So the little girls were at the front door, too. The little girls said, “We think the giant of snow is angry because he hasn’t been colored on because he looks like paper that is white and has never been colored on. That’s why he came to us.” So the little girls pulled out their crayons and started coloring the snow giant’s head yellow, light blue, and orange. His head was so colored a storm started and after the storm he stuck his head up into the sky and the birds thought he was a rainbow. Then the girls got out their markers and started drawing on this whole body. When the giant was all done he looked so pretty that the animals crowded around him. They were animals like birds, squirrels, frogs, dogs, and cats. Then the snow giant flew up in the sky leaving colorful waves and lines in the sky.

 

Sophia Pitman

Fourth Grade

Bel Air Elementary

“Being a Christian”

In public school, everyone is different, but I think I stand out a little more. Being a Christian in public schools isn’t always easy. I need to act, talk, and be completely different than everyone else. I have two older sisters, one is in college and the other in high school. They have both had to learn things such as evolution. Something we don’t believe to be true. Even though I disagree, I choose to learn to make good grades. As a Christian, I know in my heart that God really made the Earth. In the Bible, God tells us that we are His army and that we represent Him. So, my reactions need to be different than everybody else’s. For example, if someone were to call me a mean name, it wouldn’t be very Christ like of me to be mean back. I ask myself, “What would Jesus do?” and try to react like He would.

Every morning, we have a moment of silence. Some students may use this moment to joke around or finish their work, but I like to say a small prayer. My classmates may laugh, but it’s my moment with Jesus to prepare for the day. Even though we don’t study about God in school, I still like to talk to Jesus and that’s why I like this quiet time.

Every Sunday and Wednesday I go to church. I choose to set aside this time to worship God. My friends may see Sunday as a free day, but I see it completely different. Church is not only a place where I go to worship God, but it’s where I learn more about Him and His word. Being a Christian in public schools helps me to be a peacemaker. The Bible tells us not only to love our friends, but our enemies, and that’s not always easy. My Christian faith helps me to be more kind to my enemies. Part of being kind is also being respectful to my leaders. God expects me to be obedient to those in charge of me. If my teacher tells me to do something, I do it without complaining. The Bible teaches me as a Christian that there is one commandment that is greater than all the rest. This commandment is that we love one another. Whether I am in public or private school, I will always try to love those around me. From classmates to teachers, from janitors to principals, they are all loved by God. By showing them love, it is my prayer they know God loves them.

I would like to end by sharing one of my favorite Bible verses about love: John 3:16 says, “For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten son that whosoever believes in Him should not perish but have everlasting life.”

 

Emily Tyler

Fifth Grade

Brookwood Elementary

“I Wish I Was”

A bird flies overhead,

“I wish I was,” I said.

I turn into a nightingale,

I spread my wings and sail.

The very next day,

I heard a mighty nay,

I look up at the horse,

“I wish I was,” I said with force,

My skin turns white,

Then I run with all my might.

The next day,

I find a tree there I lay,

I see a squirrel run on a limb,

“I wish I was,” I said envying him,

I grapple up the tree,

I bet the others envy me.

The after that day,

It was the first of May.

I see her on a flower,

She was so small I seemed to tower,

She’s an eye-catching ladybug.

“I wish I was,” I said slow like a slug,

I flutter towards a mirror,

I become nearer and nearer,

I look in and see a boy his hair red,

“I wish I was,” I said,

That boy is me,

Imagination is key.

 

Linda Wang

Sixth Grade

Stallings Island Middle School

“Fallen Stars”

Inspired by the shooting in Ohio, The Charlie Rape Gang, and the bullying that led to suicide in Ontario

I am beautiful and brave, me

I am judged by what you see

Every day you will try to break me

For your words have failed to destroy me

I am beautiful, confident, brave me

We are beautiful and brave, us

We will not be judged by you

For you have broken us

One by one we fell as your victims

We are no longer beautiful and brave us

We are fallen stars that once shined but are now dead

As we hit the ground you laugh

Your cackle fills the air

For you have broken us

We have been broken

We are gone

We are no longer beautiful and brave us

You are cruel and evil, you

Look around at the fallen stars

Do you feel self-satisfied

Ask yourself, is this what I wanted

IS IT

For you have broken the order

We are gone and destroyed by you

As I rise, you will fall

As we rise, you will be crushed

Not us, but you

We have regained our strength

We are no longer yours, this is our life

It is ours to control

NOT YOU

For we have finally broken you

We are brave, confident, beautiful us

 

Desiree Dean

Seventh Grade

Lakeside Middle School

“Life”

Life is short

Don’t ever waste it

Life is sweet

Take time to taste it

Life is a journey

Find the right path

Life is entertaining

Don’t be afraid to laugh

Life is for good times

So make them last

Life has its bad times

Just put them in the past

Life is a chance

Make sure you take it

But most importantly

Life is what you make it.

 

Morgan Brunty

Eighth Grade

Lakeside Middle School

“I am a Ballerina”

I walk upon the stage,

Into the brightness of the light.

I peer onto the crowd,

Glad I have no fright.

I curtsy to begin

Leaping and twirling until everything is out of sight.

The crowd starts to roar

As I begin to soar.

Like a bird in the wind,

Then I descend.

A pirouette here,

A tondu there.

I am a ballerina,

And this is my arena.

Landing with a thump

My feet hit the ground.

My hair, once in a careful clump,

Has now tumbled down.

This was my last jump,

I turn to face the crowd.

The crowd explodes,

My energy reloads.

I take my final bow,

My dance is complete now.

I beam, so happy.

My mother just looks like sappy.

I am a ballerina,

And this is my arena.

 

Jamie Boquist

Ninth Grade

Lakeside High School

“Into Anything”

Busy cobblestone street in a town close to my own,

A mid afternoon years ago,

I met a man, who asked me the greatest question I’ll ever know,

For someone starting on these streets,

It’s a make or break on your first day,

I found out,

When he stopped by that day,

Just watching, waiting on me.

Can I help you sir?

I spoke, nervous for my first trial,

Until he asked me:

What can you do?

Sir,

I can paint you into anything,

Anything you desire,

A walk on a beach you’ve never seen,

A stroll in a garden you’ll never own,

A journey you’ll never go on,

A rest you’ll never take,

Why even, I can put you right into the arms of a girl, who’ll never cross your path,

A joyride you’ll never have,

Sir, I’ll paint you into anything.

The ruins of a Roman temple no one’s found,

I’ll put you right on the third rock from the very top,

Smile on your face, perhaps an artifact in your hands,

Something to show your fans, or friends

I’ll drop you into an undersea treasure hunt,

You can find the long lost pirate ships,

Clad in scuba gear in the deep blue.

Kilimanjaro, high atop the world,

I’ll haul you up, paint you right on top.

A house that’s a home, with toys in the yard,

Kids in the swings and high up in the maple tree.

A woman for you to love unconditionally.

Anywhere on this earth and beyond,

The 7 wonders?

Done.

Deepest and highest points in the world?

Easy.

It won’t take me long,

I can paint your every dream unto my canvas,

Watercolor skies and acrylic mountains with meadows,

Redwoods turned to ants when you’re soaring above,

Anything you can think of,

I’ll do it.

Sir, I’ll paint you into anything.

 

Rebecca Christian

10th Grade

Harlem High School

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Nobody sees me

Nobody cares

I sit here alone in my big rock chair

Nobody seems to notice me

Nobody wants to talk to me

Everyday all alone and scared

Nobody sees me nobody cares

Nobody sees me nobody cares

All I do is sit and stare

At people I thought were my friends

And all they do is talk and talk

And they don’t see me ’cause

They don’t care

For nobody sees me

Nobody cares

And I sit here alone in my big rock chair

A chair of silence; a chair of thought

For that’s all I can do till the chair rots

Nobody sees me

Nobody cares

And I sit here in my big rock chair

Maybe one day I’ll break the silence

Maybe one day I’ll get out of the chair

But until that day all I do is

Sit oh sit in my big rock chair

Where

Nobody sees me

Nobody cares

As I sit in the chair in thought

All I think about is how to do away

With the silence; the never-ending silence

And all I come up with is

The thought of ending it all

Because oh because

Nobody sees me

And nobody cares

Nobody sees me

And nobody cares

If only I had the courage to end it all

Here right here

Then people could see me

And maybe even care

But as of now I have no courage so

I stay in the realm of

Nobody seeing me

And nobody caring

One day maybe not far off

One day just out of reach

It will end; it will end

It will all end

This thought and all others

That thought of

Nobody seeing me

And nobody caring

For it will finally break the silence

With my voice

Not used in a time remembered

I will break the silence

I will get out of the big rock chair

And I will speak

And I will say

“I’m here

See me, for me

Hear me for who I am”

And they will hear

And they will see

And finally they will care.

 

Abigail Anderson

11th Grade

Evans High School

“My Brave Soldier”

 

As I wave goodbye I start to cry

When will the war be over?

I look once more into the face I adore

Good luck my brave soldier

I long to hear your voice

I crave your warm embrace

No one can ever take your place

Good luck my brave soldier

The house feels empty when you are gone

I miss seeing your boots by the door

It is the simple things that remind me of you

Good luck my brave soldier

I shed a tear on Christmas day since the lights don’t shine the same when you are away

Carols just don’t sound right when loved ones are out of sight

May holiday cheer keep your memories near

Good luck my brave soldier

I let out a sigh as each day goes by and mark another “X” on the calendar

One more day down, I shall not frown for soon you will return

As you face a new tumultuous day,

Good luck my brave soldier

Each sacrifice is worth the fight

“Please be safe” I pray at night

With each mission that you are given,

Good luck my brave soldier

People always ask me when you will be back

Hope is something that we can’t afford to lack

I try to brush it off like it doesn’t bother me when deep inside I wonder the same thing

Good luck my brave soldier

You are such a loving father and husband of 20 years

The military has taught me to face my fears

Finishing one year of deployment is finally near

Welcome home my brave soldier

My stomach is full of butterflies

I feel like breaking down

When will your bus come into town?

Welcome home my brave soldier

I see you at last as you march into the room

The biggest smile covers my face as I run to you fast

We can’t wait to catch you up on the events that have passed

I love you my brave soldier

 

Corey Andrews

12th Grade

Harlem High School

“The Copperman”

Born a man of copper,

I will die a man of rust.

Winds of greed and deceit,

Precipitated lust.

My Mother bestows her nurture-

Uncongenial dissent-

Pervading nature’s course

From flint to sediment

I remain in my studio,

No one will ever see

The brazen, alloy structure

Made from brimstone and heat.

Would it dishearten her luminescence

For this stature of wonder

To be tossed and cast aside

To the lightning and thunder?

Or would it soothe those coruscations?

Glistening ever so proud,

Once corroded debris lie

Beneath an obsidian cloud.

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