If sunlight was like night,
there would be no day or night,
in the day there would be no spark,
and in the night there would be no fright.

the poet,
Gwen S.

Me and my friend Madison had a lemonade stand. It was so much fun! We had a donation box for kids in poor countries.So any way it was really fun.

MY BROTHER GRADUATED! YEAH HE DID A FEW ‘F’s BUT HE DID IT! HERE IS A PIC OF HIM.DBP.COM HIS WEBSITE GO!!!

Club Penguin is a online game that lets kid communicate. There are so many fun games on this website.So why don’t I give you the address here it is thats all!

my dad is really nice

though he can not eat spice

my dad is great

he has a great mate

my dad is so fun

he plays with me in the sun

when it goes dim

no dad can beat him

(MY MOM IS GREAT TOO)

BY GWEN SWINBURNE

My mom is the best
I don’t know what to get her
she does deserve a lot
At the house she does the work
she helps me when I’m sick
she helps me with my homework
and getting ready for school
she is the best mom in the world!!

(MY DAD DOES IT TO)

This is how it starts i was sick. Then it got bad then it got so bad I could hardly walk.So… we went to cvs 1 min. clinic she said she couldn’t do anything but she prayed and that was really nice! She said to go to the Emergency room as soon as possible. So we went to the hospital right from there. I cried the whole time.I have a sickness could tonsillitis with a sore throat.

WISH ME LUCK

I’M DYING FROM BOREDOM

In my class we are doing poetry. The reason i have my class work on gwenisims is because I really got into it. Thats all folks ha ha ha ha ha aha ha ha!

buddy buddy

my little sister

sometimes a pain

some not

she will always be a bud

and have my back

we wont break up for long

sometimes nice

some not

we love each other

 but i also have a brother

the poet

gwen

highway highway

cars going fast

slipping along the icy road

they slip and they slide

until the exit arrived

then they find it is never ending

so they go and on and on

they never stop as they drive

as new things go on

they still will drive

the poet

gwen