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Trouble With Poems

Liz and Ashley were on their way to art class

when they found out about the Poetry contest at

school in a month. They were excited, they could

not wait to get to creative writing class that day.

“Can you believe it?” Liz said “Someone in our

school will get to go to New York City for the

state finals!” “ I know, you know that it

could be it could be you or me that wins! That would be so

exciting ” Ashley exclaimed excitedly.

Finely the bell rang and they were off to creative

writing class. “Now class, most of you know

already that we are having a poetry contest”

Mrs. Landing their writing teacher said, “Now I

would like you to work on a poem for the

contest, maybe two poems and then you can

bring them to me so I can help you where you

need help.” Now Ashley loved to write she was

very good at it, but today she was having trouble.

She couldn’t get the right words in it all she

could come up with was: Love is ever

enduring. Love is always their. But what

comes next? She decided that she would work

on it at home. Besides this was her first poem.

Later after school, she talked to Liz about the

poetry contest “Liz have you ever done a poem

before?” Ashley asked,

“Well, yes I have, I did one when I lived in Mississippi it

was about the river Mississippi! Kind of funny isn’t it. Have

you ever done one?”

“I’ve never done one before do you think you could help

me?” Ashley pleaded, “Today in class I couldn’t get it right.”

“Well I think I could as long as you do the poem that

you enter, see you tomarrow”

“Bye Liz”

Ashley thought about what Liz had said about Ashley

doing the work, what did Liz think? That she

would cheat? Well, better get those things off

her mind she had to baby sit the next-door

neighbor’s 2-year-old girl.That evening after she

ate supper she got out her notebook, she had to

come up with a better poem “Mom?” Ashley

called through the house “Can you help me with

my poetry homework? I can’t come up with a poem

for the poetry contest next month”

“Well how about you look online for help,

that’s what I did in school and I won!”

“Okay I’ll try that, thanks mom” Ashley said. So

Ashley looked online for tips on writing poems.

She found some very interesting facts about

poems. Then she tried a poem again but it

wasn’t much better than the first try, but at

least she finished it. The next day she talked to

her teacher about it “ Mrs. Landing?” Ashley

asked hoping to find her.

“What is it Ashley?”

“I can’t write a poem and you said everyone

is entering right?”

“Yes I did, so you’re telling me that you can’t

Write a poem?”

“ Well Ashley I know how you

can do it you see in 2 months are the story book

contest….” So Mrs. Landing gave Ashley an

idea… Three week later Mrs. Landing told

everyone that they had to turn in their poems

that day and she had them write them out in

their best handwriting. Ashley had

gotten inspired by the story she had been writing

for the storybook contest. She called her poem

roses. When she turned it in her teacher read it

and she loved it. A week later, a school

assembly was called it was to announce who

won the contest first they called the 3rd place,

then 2nd went to Liz “And now what you’ve all

been waiting for the 1st place winner is” Mrs.

Landing announced “Ashley McRay” A loud

clapping form the kids at school told Ashley to

go up and accept her medal. Mrs. Landing told

her to read her poem: Roses Roses pink and white Roses all in sight Some are big some are small But they all have one thing alike

Roses are so beautiful Roses are so wonderful Roses are different in many ways And don’t look all alike

So you ask why I say They all have one thing alike So I will tell you if you stay Their all just the same Their all just roses But different kind I say.

In a few weeks she was on the road to New

York. In about 2 days she was representing New York at the

finals in Washington D.C. on May 4 her birthday. Some say

that she won because it was her birthday or that she cheated

by copying someone’s poem from another year but, I don’t

think that do you?