Robert Gray Middle School

Each month, the students from room 107 will be publishing their works. It will be exciting to see the students learn and grown throughout the year.  It is a great privledge to get a piece of writing published. That means that students have done their best and refined the work to the best of their ability.  The writing has meaning and purpose.  Please check out it!

Uluru Folk Tale

By Spencer Palanuk

       A long time ago there were two friends Kam the kola and Dillon the duck.  They were friends but Dillon was bad.

       One day Dillon saw a wild Dinewan (emu); since he was very hungry he wanted to kill it.  Before he killed it he needed a weapon, so he went to Kam’s house. He asked if Kam had a weapon to kill with, knowing it was bad Kam said “The gods will turn you into stone if you hunt dishonorably. 

       But Dillon was as smart as Merri (a stone) so he went home where he made a spear.  Next he set out to find the Dinewan.  Walking away he said “I hate Kam.”  Then he saw the Dinewan and set out for the kill.  The Dinewan had no chance, it was weak and slow.

       The gods saw this and they were Angry.  The gods talked among themselves and they had a plan.  So when Dillon went back to his house he found a big pile of food, then he ate until he could eat no more.  Then the gods made him into an Erathipa (a bolder) that looked like a duck. So that’s why you never hunt dishonorably. 

                     Happy Father’s Day

              You’ve always been there for me,

              and I’ll always be there for you.

            You’re my safety net when I fall.

            You’re my shoulder to cry on, 

            like my tree to lean on. 

            You’re the Dad that I

                        care, adore, and love.

You taught me so many things,

that you could only teach me.

I am so grateful that you take you

time to take me to practice, or a friend’s

recital, or a sports event.

You’re done so much for me.

It means a lot.

That’s what makes you a Dad.

            A wonderful Dad.

            I know you will be in my heart forever.

            No matter what happens, I’ll have a spot

            for you in my heart.

            I am so thankful to have a Dad like you.

             You are the Dad that I 

             care, adore, and love.

                        Hope you have a great Father’s Day!

    Love, Asia

The Paw Prints in the Uluru

Chloe Watts

            Buckandee (native cat) dripped with sweat in the afternoon sun.

He came upon a shady tree, nestled himself under the coolness, and soon lost consciousness.

            He woke to find his once-scorching body was now wet and cold, due to a thick down-pour of tear-shaped droplets. He looked around sleepily, and then he got up. With the rains still coming, and drenching him further, Buckandee walked over to a muddy puddle, and drenched his parched throat in cooling liquid.

            After he finished, the rain had stopped. Immediately, everything was hot again. His stomach begged him for food. He was getting ready to scavenge for food when he heard and felt a rumble through the dried, cracked, scorching desert ground. He stopped , and waited until  a herd of dinewan (emu) came hurtling from the heated earth. Buckandee watched as they leaped over a stretch of ground that looked to be the consistency of clay.

            “Too fast for you, cat?” a dinewan taunted.

            “Can’t catch me!” another one laughed.

            Buckandee shook his mane. It was only a few seconds until he sprang into a sprint. By this time, however, the last of the dinewan were shooting over the clay. He began to run at top-speed. He concentrated on his massive paws touching down on the blazing earth. Pushing himself to race faster, he felt as though he were gliding over the fiery heat that was the ground.

Suddenly, his feet stopped, they refused to go any further. Buckandee commanded his legs to obey him; for his hunger was rising. With a jolt of panic, came the remembrance of the clay ground. He looked down and saw the thick mud swallowing his paws and then his shin.

            “I’ve been tricked!” Buckandee roared. “How can I eat? How can I move? Will I survive? Am I stuck in this Uluru (rock in Australia) forever?”

Soon, by sunset, the Uluru had dried. Buckandee’s stomach...

Playground

By Sydney Brieher

I was in the car,

going to the park,

excitement filled my head.

When I reached my destination,                                                           

I started planning my cremation,

of big kids I had a dread.

All I saw were giants,

but I walked in with defiance,

hoping I would win.

I finally reached the bark chips,

around some girls with large hips,

I started to venture in.

I became a bit lightheaded,

after the moment I had dreaded,

I was pushed down with a POP!

Then I lost a shoe,

and some confidence too,

when I knew this had to stop.

I ran straight to my mom,

crying in a sob,

and I pleaded to get away.

We turned the final corner,

still crying like a mourner,

I was tired from the play.

Mom cleaned me up,

put hot chocolate in my cup,

I slumped into my bed.

I lost all my sorrow,

excited for tomorrow,

I was going to the pool instead.

Dear Soldier,

       Your job is very important to the U.S.A. You are protecting us, and without you, many innocent people would die.

       My name is Elle, and I live in Oregon. I like to dance and to draw. I also like to swim and cook, - especially desserts.

       Thank you for serving us. This means a lot to me, and I hope you can get back to your families soon. You are wonderful.

                                     Sincerely,

                                      Elle

                                                 My Mom, My Hero

                        A flower wouldn’t stand if it weren’t for the stem.

                        A body wouldn’t stand if it weren’t for the backbone.

                        A lamp wouldn’t work if it weren’t for the light bulb.

                        You, Mom are that stem that won’t fall.

                        The backbone that keeps me standing.

                        That light bulb that will keep shining on.

                        Each day you teach me something new.

                        A new memory to capture close to my heart.

                        That  I’ll cherish forever and always.

                        You’ve always been that

                        Kind loving, caring Mom

                        That I call mine.

                        You’ve been the one that tells me knew things each and every day.

                        We might not be perfect

                        And I know that for a fact

                        But that doesn’t mean I don’t love you.

                        You might be strange.

                        And you might be loud.

                        But the truth is, I am too.

                        You’re the star that shines the brightest.

                        The tree that stands the tallest.

                        The bridge that stretches the longest.

                        You’ve helped me through the years.

                        From dawn to night, you’re always there.

                        Through laughter, tears and joy.

                        Each day I’ve learned.

                        To spend each moment

                        Like it’s the last we’ll have.

                        Because some aren’t fortunate to have a parent like you.

                        And when I’m all grown up.

                        I’ll long for your sweet smile.

                        When I stumble out of bed.

                        And I know that you will too.

                                                                                             Love, Lauren Gray

                                    My Big Brother

It is a fact we fight a lot about silly things,

How monkeys fight over bananas.

But I love you so much.

When I was four,

And you were ten,

You would steal my Barbie dolls,

And blow them up in the backyard.

When I was five,

And you were eleven,

You helped me conquer sledding,

Down a big threatening hill of snow.

When I was six,

And you were twelve,

You taught me how to lift a bat,

And take a whack.

Now that I am twelve,

And you are eighteen,

We blow up my old Barbie dolls,

Together.

I worry when you are gone,

I worried when you were in the hospital,

I will worry when you go off to college,

But I know that you will be all right,

Because you are my brother.

My tough,

Hilarious,

Amazing brother.

By:

Cameron Brentlinger