Dark or light
Thursday, March 20th, 2008If 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.
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. […]
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