TUESDAY, MAY 27, 2008   Page 1

Leaders Heights Elementary School

PERSONIFICATION OF MONTHS were written by students in Elizabeth Walter's writing class.

Artwork by Cody Dennis, Grade 5, Southern Elementary School

Emily Ryan, Grade 9
May -- Sweeps in with a radiant glow.
It litters the ground with petals,
embraces the land with warmth,
calls back the wonderful birds,
sings lots of merry joyful songs,
then sadly says goodbye to all.
July -- Runs in with a rush of heat.
It smiles as it roasts the soft off-white sand,
paints our skin a deadly red,
laughs as it melts our ice cream,
wakens the horrible mosquitoes,
then rides away on puffy dark clouds.
October -- Ambles in with a shimmer of orange and red.
It shakes the leaves off the trees,
dreams of turkey dinners,
brushes away any trace of September,
blows cool air everywhere,
then yells as November pushes it out of the way.
December -- Arrives with an icy blast.
It cries fluffy white tears,
kills the red, yellow, and orange leaves,
eats the lovely green grass
dreams of presents under trees,
then drives headlong into January.

Nate Swartz, Grade 4
February -- He shoves January out of the way as his friend predicts the winter's length.
He sprinkles down some love as couples walk by.
He curls up in his gray robe and insults the sun as it closes in.
He eventually opens his blanket of rain and says farewell to the snow.
Certain years he leaves with one more day.
May -- She comes in with soaking clothes and wrings the water out.
She has been waiting to plant her flowers all year long.
Once her clothes are dry, she lets the sun come out and has a long conversation with the tulips.
She climbs up a tree and peeks in on a robin's nest and sees the brilliant blue eggs.
When she leaves she tips her hat to the protectors of our country.
August -- He trudges in with a boring face although he can't wait to set his reinforcements free.
He hates the smell of muggy bug spray as it floats up in the air.
He wishes he could be down playing on a slip and slide with the children and make his boring face go away.
Before he saunters on he is ready for his daily lunch of corn, tomatoes, and melons.
October -- She comes in dancing and singing but is really screaming to haunt you until Halloween.
She slaps her feet down so hard that the wind blows the crimson leaves to the ground.
She blows up the balloons as my birthday greets her.
She watches me play soccer from the treetops.
She exits with one more leaf fight.

Carson Jenkins, Grade 7
February -- Waddles in like a duck.
It burps upon the ground unexpectedly,
Spraying it with snow and ice,
Before running away, laughing madly.
April -- Stumbles in like a fool.
Skipping and hopping over moistened grass.
It quickly showers and dries off in the sun,
Then is tricked away by May.
June -- Walks in with a paintbrush.
It gives the grass a new shade of green,
Adds new colors to the landscape of summer,
Then struts away with a smile full of accomplishment.
November -- Plods in with a new set of colors.
It gathers up its gold,
Then prepares for a feast,
Before scampering away from December's frosty whip.

Gabe Ryan, Grade 7
December
Careens in on wintry winds
Grinning triumphantly at fall's receding back
Whitewashing the land in powdery snow
Watching the clock count down the last 10 seconds
Then leaves town with a big celebration
March
Bustles in all bundled up
Sparking a flame in the cold ground
Driving away the rest of the glistening snow
Sprinkling the trees with new life
Then sheds it's winter cloak before it marches off
June
Slinks stealthily in under May's nose
Building up the fire that spring started
Breathing heat down red necks
Playing and splashing in the breaking waves
Then gets pushed out by determined July
September
Breezes in with a bucket of cool air
Announcing its colorful reign as it's wiping away the green
Festooning the trees with brightly painted leaves
Starting up the old school bus
Then gracefully backs away as October advances

Willow Pinkerton, Grade 5
December
Marches in like a nutcracker, bustling around in the excitement
Of Christmas, covering the earth in a quilt of white --
Then darts out with a celebration!
March
Dances in like a leprechaun,
Tossing splashes of color everywhere,
Heaving sighs of wind --
Then skipping away.
July
Stomps in like a mad 3-year-old,
Heat pouring off of it, hanging on his mother's legs --
Then pounding back to his room.
October
Drifts in like a ghostly soul
Leaving magic in its path,
Dressing the trees in brilliant, bursting
Orangish capes, ripening the pumpkins --
Then slips away.

Goodbye ... for now

This is the last issue of The Junior Dispatch for the 2007-08 school year. We thank all the students and teachers who participated.

Entries for the 2008-09 edition, scheduled to begin in October, will be accepted any time after the start of the school year.

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