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Believe in yourself Chop! Chop! Chop! by cdc16374


									                         YOUNG WRITERS PROJECT: ‘Memorable moments’                                                                   &   ‘Humor’
Believe in yourself Chop! Chop! Chop!                                                                                                 Ballad
BY EMILY BOWEN                                                                                                                        BY BRADY DUGAN
Benson Village School, Grade 7                    BY MOYA CAVANAGH | Mount Mansfield Union High School, Grade 9
                                                                                                                                      Benson Village School, Grade 8
Set your standards high                           In seventh grade,                                                                   Model T.
You deserve the best,                             I stood still                                                                       Lake Champlain
Try for what you want                             in front of my class.                                                               Ferry
And never settle for less.                        74 pairs of judging eyes                                                            Over board
                                                  as chop! Chop! Chop!                                                                Forgot which was break
Believe in yourself no                                                                                                                Got out safe
Matter what you may choose                        Went the scissors,
                                                  my ponytail came away in my hand.                                                   Didn’t need help
Keep a winning attitude and you                                                                                                       Lost control
                                                  That day, I showed 74 self-centered thirteen-year-olds.
Can never lose. Think about your                  Showed them that the world wasn’t all about them.                                   Never slowed down.
Destination, but don’t worry if                   ‘Cause somewhere out there,
You stray.                                        I knew there was a little girl with cancer.
Because the most important
                                                  That little girl just wanted to get better,
                                                  she wanted to heal.
                                                                                                                                      Winter similes
Thing is what you’ve learned                      No one knows better than a seventh grade girl                                       BY MIKELA ELLIS
Along the way. Take all that                      how important your hair is.                                                         Benson Village School, Grade 8
You can be. Soar above the                        And so, chop! Chop! Chop!                                                           The wind is like a whisper.
Clouds and let your dreams                        Went the scissors.                                                                  The snow is like little tear drops.
Set you free.                                     If I could share what I had to make someone happy,                                  The clouds are like a brainstorm.
                                                  If I could give someone trying to be strong a little more strength                  The fog is like midnight sky.
                                                  to help them heal themselves,                                                       The ice was as thin as a page in a book.
                                                  And if I could show that to a class full of seventh graders,
                                                  get them thinking,
Wounded, scarred                                  I knew the world would be a better place tomorrow.
                                                  So, chop! Chop! Chop!
                                                                                                                                      Editor’s note: These pieces were written
                                                                                                                                      as part of the YWP Ballad Writing
                                                                                                                                      Residency with musician Pete Sutherland
BY HOLLY BUSHEY                                   Went the scissors.                                                                  that is just finsihing up.
Fair Haven Graded School, Grade 7                 Step through time to yesterday,
                                                                                                                                      Mark your calendars: On May 27, at
    The story I will always remember was          my sister walked through the door,
                                                  ponytail in hand,                                                                   Benson Village School at 1 p.m., stu-
a day I thought would turn out well, but it                                                                                           dents and Sutherland will present their
didn’t.                                           smile on face,
                                                  beautiful gold blond hair cut away.                                                 ballad which pays tribute to Benson
    I went over to my friend’s house to play                                                                                          Landing and its connection to Lake
a tag game that we called ‘Predator.’             And as she proudly showed me what she had done
                                                  to help another person in need,                                                     Champlain over the years.
People sometimes get a scratch or a pulled                                                                                            For more:
muscle when they play, but what was about         I couldn’t say a word,
to happen was so much different.                  because chop! Chop! Chop!
                                                  the scissors had taken all her beautiful hair away.
                                                                                                                                      Little puppy
    My friends and I liked to play in a
graveyard, as well as the rest of the town.       Vain, selfish, horrible me.
The graveyard was fenced and had a wired          I only saw the loss.
gate. I was in the graveyard while a few of       Only later did I see the beauty in her choice,                                      BY OONAGH CAVANAGH
my friends were outside.                          the beauty in her holding out that ponytail,                                        Browns River Middle School, Grade 6
    I was it.                                     the beauty in her giving what she had so somebody else who needed it.
                                                  as I considered my blindness,                                                       I’ll always remember
    If my friends ran I’d jump the fence to                                                                                           those puppy eyes
tag them, so they huddled there and soon          I ran my hands through my long dark hair
                                                  and chop! Chop! Chop!                                                               opened wide with fear.
had made a plan. One of them shouted,                                                                                                 I’ll remember why
“Go!” and three of them ran while one             I remembered the glorious feeling of knowing
                                                  That in that moment,                                                                and it’ll weigh me down.
stayed and held the gate.                                                                                                             Taking him away
    I tried to get it open, and she let go just   I was doing something purely good.
                                                  And that was beautiful.                                                             from everything he knew
as I forced it open with all my strength and                                                                                          his family
ran at it.                                                                                                                            his home.
    The gate flew out, bounced off the
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graveyard. I’m now wounded and scarred                                             .                               if you only knew the love
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