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 watched 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: www.ballad.ywpvt.net 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 fence, and came swinging back as I ran full UPCOMING EVENTS Young Writers Project is His little mouth let out a sound an independent nonprofit force towards it. Part of the gate’s frame hit that could shatter hearts. my forehead in this collision, leaving a PODCASTING WORKSHOP that engages students to Little puppy, gash an inch wide and a half-inch deep in Thursday, May 28, 5-7 p.m. write. We believe strong mine. my forehead. I hadn’t known, until I was YWP Offices, Champlain Mill writing skills are essential In a blue recycling bin. lying on the ground and one of the girls ran for success. YWP runs First grade. over and shouted, “There’s so much advanced sign up required: Or was it yesterday? youngwritersproject.org youngwritersproject.org, blood!” That triggered two of the three As he moaned girls to run back. a safe online community in the agony of his loss, I got stitches that night because if I had- for Vermont young writers. I lay my hand across his head. n’t I could have suffered from losing too VERMONT 2059 Although much blood. And now I’ll always remem- Submissions due May 29 YWP also builds Digital Writing I was still afraid of him. ber that day. Even though I still play this Envision your town in 2059 A.D. Classrooms for schools. Early sign Little puppy, game, I have a flash back when I pass that Best submissions win cash prizes up ends May 29. For more, go to: don’t be worried graveyard. I’m now wounded and scarred ywpvt.net . if you only knew the love for life. and potential public presentation. that was coming soon.
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