TYWC CONTEST WINNERS ANNOUNCED!!
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3rd Place
Lola Bunny and Fleur
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Lola Bunny's Entry
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Fleur's Entry
2nd Place
John Foley and Samantha
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1st Place
Samantha
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A Season of Change
Autumn, just the word makes
me shiver,
The sounds of leaves on the pathway make it sound so dead;
Autumn’s power of change made my skin quiver,
With the thought of how it could change my life.
The wilting white roses and worn down old tree swing,
Only brought back memories of the funeral;
Even with a mother’s touch of protection under her wing,
The plants could never survive, so why should he have?
I took a deep breath and the air was ice cold,
It’s cold hand grasped in my throat;
I tried to imagine that I was bold,
But the taste of the air tasted so bitter.
I reached out and felt the thorns of the white rose,
His mother had planted it on the day of his passing;
The thorns pricked my finger, and a drop of blood showed,
I felt no pain, only that the rose was deceiving some how.
The smell of the dying, decaying plants reached out to me,
Trying to take me down with them to the ground;
I fought back and thought of my friend, and started to flee,
I now knew his thoughts, his feelings, and his fears.
My dear friend Jesus had passed long ago,
His mother has also been gone for so long;
She planted the bush when she knew he was gone,
Her own Father in heaven had told her what to do.
Jesus had died for her sins and mine,
And now I wish, he was here;
For when the seasons change and death comes near,
I wish he was here to comfort me in his garden.
Dear Diary,
Autumn has now officially begun. The leaves are beginning to show
their true colors and school has started. Autumn is definitely
the season for change. When Fall rolls around, everyone seems to
get a little crankier. Maybe it’s because the light
isn’t as bright during the daytime anymore.
Halloween is beginning to show that it’s coming too. People are putting out their jack-o-lanterns and baking pumpkin pies in their kitchens. I love going to my neighbors because their house smells so good right now. All of the stores have Christmas toys in their front windows, trying to attract little wandering eyes. They are busily setting up for Christmas, sometimes ignoring the beauty of Autumn and wishing only to make money. I learned from these people that Autumn is the most beautiful season of all.
Write to Lola Bunny with any comments you have.
Dusk in an Autumn Garden
I hear from far off the splashings of a
trout,
In the dull twilight, over by the roundabout,
I see leaves dying, coloured like a sunset
or the risen morn. As I watch, I let
my mind wander over this beautiful feast
For mind, eyes, nose. Man and Beast
united! Over this wonderfully variable sight
Tingling on my skin like the crisp air at night,
The rain comes down, bringing with it,
the taste of a season bygone, the dully lit
street fades, Its cold beauty gone most often
Cannot compare to the Dusk in an Autumn Garden.
What season springs to mind when you see a leaf, of some colour
other than green? Autumn, of course, the season curently being
experienced by the Northern Hemisphere, and the one many think is
the prettiest of all four seasons.
Following summer and coming right before winter, Autumn is characterised by 'in-between' weather, sometimes bringing snow, other times sun. I consider Autumn to have long, beautiful, typical dawns and dusks, which I enjoy watching. Autumn is commonly called 'fall', after the way leaves, with changed colours, fall from the trees at this time.
In the middle of the season, in some parts of America, 'Indian Summer' takes place, a period of semi-hot, dry, mild weather. Watching leaves fall gently and gradually from tall trees in twilight is a favourite pastime for many, and Autumn is the best season to partake in that activity by far.
Write to Fleur with any comments you have.
A Garden In Autumn
I strolled through
the garden,
On a fine Autumn's day,
I saw the golden leaves,
There, on the ground they lay.
I also saw the
lovely chestnuts,
Brown, ripe and strong,
Oh, how I love Autumn
Where nothing can go wrong.
I heard the birds
migrating,
The tiny and the proud,
The wind blew the leaves,
Boy, was it loud.
I smelt the lovely
fruits,
From trees, they were swaying,
Making a colourful carpet,
On the ground, they were laying.
I touched the
colourful leaves,
They were very crinkly,
They were like an old person's hands,
Because they were so wrinkly.
Then, I touched
the chestnuts,
They were strong and smooth,
I felt the tasty fruit,
My favourite kind of food.
Next, I tasted the
fruit,
[My favourite kind is pear],
But though I must admit,
I had more than my fair share.
But the best thing
about Autumn,
Isn't just one of these things,
With them all together,
We're treated like queens and kings.
AUTUMN
Autumn consists of three months, August, September and October. My favourite month is August because it's usually still warm. Autumn is the season before Winter. Autumn is the season that brings the fruit. In some countries apples and pears are found. But in warmer countries, oranges and bananas are found. Also, in Autumn, many animals hibernate. Among these are the fox, the badger, the hedgehog, the mole and the squirrel.
In schools, children pick chestnuts, put strings through them and play games with them. These games are played by many children. Children also have fun climbing trees for fruit or stomping though the fallen leaves. Some people don't like Autumn because the summer is over and winter is coming, but children all look forward to Hallowe'en, on the 31st of October, the last day of Autumn. On this particular night, people dress up as scary things. They go to houses, singing and shouting "Trick or Treat."Either they recieve goodies or they play a trick. Autumn is the season when you hear the wind and the birds migrating, when you smell the fresh, juicy fruits and taste them too. You can see the crinkled leaves, the chestnuts and the fresh fruit and you can touch the chestnuts, the fruit and the leaves. These are the joys of Autumn!!!
Write to John with any comments you have.
FALL POEM
Incredible is an
understatement
For no words can describe
The beauty which sits before me
In the foreground of a blue sky
The colors are majestic
Of gold and orange and red
I should be raking leaves
But I play in them instead!
I jump into the pile
The leaves give way to my weight
And crunch, like teeth chewing a cracker
Then I fall to the ground
I lower my head into the pile
And bury my ears in the strachy sound
The bittesweet smell surrounds me
I look up at the sky
With a grin from ear to ear
It's obvious to everyone
That fall is finally here
THE FALLS OF THE PAST
When I think back to the autumns of the past, a million memories come rushing back to me. On those crisp, clear days when the wind blew just right, and it was warm enough to go without a jacket, but cold enough to enjoy ourselves outdoors without sweating.
My parents would rake leaves, but my brother and I would play outside all day. First we'd pile up leaves in front of our swing set, the colors mixing all together into a soft cushion. We'd swing, higher,higher, and higher and then jump off into them, landing in a crunch. Then we'd laugh and start all over again.
I remember the sound of the leaves crunching and the rake rubbing against the grass. Every once in a while the rake would scrape the driveway, making a pleasant scratching sound. In the backround, you could always here leaf blowers on full blast and other rakes, blending together in an odd harmony.
In the late afternoon, after most of the job had been done, I would lay back in the freshly raked up mirage of colors. The reds, the oranges,the yellows, and the browns all blended together in a million shades. Burgundy, gold, bittersweet, sienna, the colors surronded me as I sank down into them. I would relax in the pile, bits of leaves in my hair, while I looked up at the sky, and watched an army of leaves descend upon the Earth.
Write to Samantha with any comments you have.
Fall
A silly litter
angel
Paints the sky in a bright blue
Makes the air crisp
And the wind slightly sharp
But she brings
Something more powerful
Then the wind or the crisp air
She paints the leaves
The brillant hues
Of yellow, and orange and red
The beauty that lies before us
Contrasts perfectly with the blue
And the sound of crunching leaves
And busy squirrels
Fits in with the scenery
Lying in a pile
I look up at the sky
Full of falling leaves
And breath in the delicous scents
Which come with every fall
The Days of
Fall Past
When I think about autumn, several thoughts come to mind. First I remember the days of my young childhood. The crisp air and sharp wind blew my hair around wildly as I played outside all day. My parents would rake the leaves into huge piles, the crunching sounds under their rakes sounding like a language.
My brother and I would often pile leaves up in front of our swing set and jump off the swings into the array of colors. We'd land with a soft bump, then laugh and do it again.
Then in the late afternoon, with the sun in the low sky, I'd love to sit in the middle of a pile of leaves, and tie them together to make a "blanket" The colors were brillant, every shade of yellow, orange,and red. Together they made a soft, mirage of hues, that covered my little portion of the ground.
So now, when I think of autumn, I can almost feel the crisp air, the crunching of the leaves, and every fall, I still see the array of colors.
Write to Samantha with any comments you have.
And here's Samantha's prize. Samantha, please take it, and display it on your homapage with pride.
