Our Scar

Back with more poems, this time not just from me. Being the huge Harry Potter fan I am, it wasn't long before I wrote one about the books.

Our Scar

One day Harry Potter roamed round the world,

dropping eyeglasses for others to own.

J.K. Rowling pushed the glasses into our view,

And started something exciting and new.

The day I stumbled on my own pair of glasses,

I wasn’t sure what to see or to go.

When I tentatively put them onto my nose,

From the paper magical things arose.

I began to see different than ever before,

I truly saw past the end of my nose,

I saw past what things seemed to be,

And saw the true world in front of me.

I saw people that could be my friend,

Who would always lend me more than one hand.

I saw places I could travel to,

When things were wrong and I needed things new.

From Harry I learned how to be brave,

Hermione taught me all knowledge could save.

Ron told me it is ok to go back,

Ginny showed me kindness’ path.

Luna told me its good to be different,

 Neville showed me everyone’s stars

Malfoy told me how to make the most of my chances,

Dumbledore showed me the weapon of Love.

Sirius taught us to see past misconceptions,

 Lupin showed us how to live through the pain

Pettigrew betrayed and showed me I need to be loyal,

 Lily and James say nothings in vain.

McGonagall straightens out young Potter,

Slughorn learned how to live things out.

Snape shows how hard it is to let your love show,

And we thank Hagrid for leaving his open door.  

Trelawney, Flitwick, Sprout, and Ms. Pomfrey,

Umbrage, Lockhart, and Filch entertain us for hours.

Quittach, House Cups, competitions, and parties

Makes Hogwarts the best hope we know.

Gryffindor shows me to be brave to the test,

Ravenclaw says being clever’s the best.

Slytherin teaches that it’s good to have ambition,

And mine, Hufflepuff is kind and takes all the rest.

Voldemort shows us how he took the wrong path,

The Death Eaters follow his lead,

Of course we all cry when to help others succeed,

Dobby gives up his own life.

Tonks, Kingsley, Mad-Eye, The Weasley’s ,

Fudge, Bellatrix, and Scrimegour

I know I’m forgetting some,

But they all help me go forward today.

We cry at their deaths,

We laugh at their jokes,

We scream for their triumphs,

From our hearts we are thankful.

I want to cry when I take off the glasses,

But I put them in my pocket for another time.

When they aren’t on my eyes,

Harry is always in the back of my mind. 

Harry Potter gave us a scar, our scar

So we know the glasses will always somewhere be there, 

Let’s all stand up and give a round of applause,

For we are proud to hold the key- to Harry Potter.

It's still being revised, so tell me If something sounds bad. Now Emily decided to write two poems with her ideas. You can see she is a true Slytherin, and me being a Hufflepuff I don't always agree with her, but they are good poems. It's pretty good for her having put it together in 5 minutes.

Draco Malfoy

So misunderstood

But I really get you

As no one else could

I know you did it all

To help save your folks

But all other people

Think you’re a horrid bloke

Everyone thinks

You’re a cold-hearted person

But it was in self-defence

That Harry you were cursing

All the fans hate you

Because of some stuff you did

But I understand why

Even though I’m just a kid

You saw your mistakes

And you wished there were zero

You made the best of your chances

And that’s why you’re my hero.

Here is another one. This one is good too. I need her to think of titles though. I like her long words.

I’d like to start off by saying

That I don’t mean to offend

I’m just stating my opinions

So please read to the end!

Gryffindor, the well-loved house

Is stereotypically perfect

But I think they’re obnoxious jocks

And full of disrespect

They are the known as the “good” house

Which is perhaps why I dislike them

Everyone has flaws, but theirs aren’t shown

Are they really such true gems?

Hufflepuff, so loyal and true

I feel bad saying things against

Really, though, they’re so pathetic

And should hardly be commenced

But I suppose they have good hearts

And for that reason I’m proud

To read about the Hufflepuffs

That make our world go round

Ravenclaw, the braniacs

Are really nerds at heart

But I think it’s commendable

For them to be so smart

I am, of course, part Ravenclaw

So I do have a soft spot

For those bookworms rarely mentioned

We owe them quite a lot

Slytherin, the so-called “evil”

I feel a certain love for

Because really, I fit right in

A Slytherin to my core

They aren’t evil, just misunderstood

And never show their feelings

Because they don’t want other people

To help them in their dealings

I’ll wrap it up, thanks for your time

I hoped you liked my thoughts

And if you didn’t, well I warned you

That with controversy this was fraught!

Our House

The most exciting time,
in the longest of days,
is when Pooh and his friends,
come out to play.

They come from the woods,
and walk down to my house,
Pooh leads the parade,
they all scream and shout.

The journey's not long,
but its of a different sort.
You can't take a train,
or a car or a boat.

Even though they live really quite far,
they can be here in the blink of an eye.
But why do they come to be and not you?
It's only because I chose for them too..

Like Poetry and Hums there not things to find,
They are things that come when you are around.
The only thing you can possibly do,
Is go to a place were they are bound to pass through.

I built my house on Pooh corner the other day,
And now they come by and tell me all they can say.
If you move to the corner called Pooh
You will be visited by Kanga and Roo.

Pooh will stop by because he can't miss a party,
And then you'll be visited by Piglet, Eeyore and Rabbit.
Owl and Tigger will stop by real soon,
And then you will have enough guests to fill every room.

What I am telling you is really quite true,
As long as you live at the corner called Pooh.
You will have friends through the whole day,
As long as you can listen to what they can say.

The Daily Poetical- Thanksgiving Addition

Welcome to the Daily Poetical!! Thanksgiving Addition

Featured Poem-
This is one of my favorite poems of all time, but I don't know who wrote it!!



The Turkey Shot out of the Oven



The turkey shot out of the oven,
and rocketed into the air,
It knocked every plate off the table,
and partly demolished a chair.

It ricocheted into a corner,
and bust with a deafening oom.
then splattered all over the kitchen,
completely obscuring the room.

It stuck to the walls and the windows,
It totally coated the floor,
there was turkey attached to the ceiling,
where there'd never been turkey before.

It blanketed every appliance,
It smeared every saucer and bowl,
there wasn't a way I could stop it,
that turkey was out of control.

I scraped and scrubbed with displeasure,
and thought with chagrin as I mopped,
that I'd never again stuff a turkey,
with popcorn that hadn't been popped!

Clara's Short Story Section

A Dora Thanksgiving




At Thanksgiving, Boots ate fish. He was Thankful for fish, cake and everything! Dora was Thankful for her dog Perrito. After they ate they rocked in a rocking chair. Than they went to sleep.


The End



The Princess and the Frog





Once a princess kissed a frong and soon she became a frog. When she was a frog she looked into the mirror and saw that she was a frog. And the princess goed away.


The End



The person doesn't like food


A person who didn't like the sound of eating goed away and she didn't eat. The girl didn't want anyone who eats. Than her family went away and eated in there rooms. Than they went at the grocery store and the girl lied in her bed and took a nap. She still was taking a nap and her family ate because they didn't know she was there.


The End



Thanksgiving Books to Read-

The Mayflower and the Pilgrims New World by Nathaniel Philbrick (non-fiction, adapted for kids from the bestseller "Mayflower".

Needle and Thread by Ann M. Martin (second book in the Main Street series)

For younger readers-

Mayflower Treasure Hunt by Ron Roy (A-Z mysteries Super Edition)

Wizards Do Roast Turkeys by Marcia Thronton Jones and Debbie Dadey

Goonie Bird Greene and the Room Mother by Lois Lowrey

Interesting facts about the First Thanksgiving-

- It happened in late September or early October, 1621 (right after the harvest).
- Instead of a English affair, it was more like a native celebration.
- Massasoit brought 100 native americans (twice the amount of Pilgrims in Plymouth!) to the celebration.
- They ate turkeys, duck, geese, deer, and many harvested vegtables like corn and squash.

Happy Thanksgiving from the Moisens!

The Daily Poetical

The Ode Section-

Here is an ode by Kayla. In the next Daily Poetical we will feature one by Alyssa about the Harry Potter books.

Ode to my Skis

I rush out
Of bed to get dressed, Run up the stairs to have
A quick breakfast bar
Mmm. All done, run run ahh the first ray of sunlight
It fills me with joy
Then I see the skis glistening with dew in the early morning light.
The lake as smooth as glass
Says to me
"Come, come, and please shatter me"

As I touch the skis it's like the taste of
Happiness;
Joy, love, and familiar all in one.
The cool, soft
And snug boot wraps my foot
With a warm hug as I slide into it.
I grasp the cool, rubber handle
Ready to go
As I hear the rumble of the motor
"1, 2, 3, Go!" I feel the drops of water rolling
Off my legs
The air rushes through my hair
Lifting my spirits.

As I take a deep breath
I feel so good I could fly
Then I hear the skis lift again
From the water like a suction cup
Beng pulled off
I'm a bird who rules the sky
As I leap and glide all over
Outside, inside, and outside again, Back and forth
I feel the water
Splashing
My face as I think
6:45 was so worth it.
Than as I glide in
Like a ton of bricks
The smell of pancakes
Welcomes me back
From a day's well done
That is untill the lake clears Again
When the sun is low in the pale cloudless blue sky tommorrow another day.

by Kayla

The Dog, Cat, and Pig Section-by Maggie

Maggie writes a series of books called the Dog, Cat, and Pig series. She has great illustrations,
but I can't show them.

Dog, Cat, and Pig #1

One day, Dog, Pig, and Cat went to find each other. But because they all went looking for each other they were out of luck. Then they all heard a scary sound. It sounded like this: hisss hiss hiss, heee heee heee, Aaaa. And they all ran to Dog's house. Ahhhhhhhh! The End.

Poem of the Issue

Hope is the Thing with Feathers by Emily Dickonson

Hope is the thing with feathers, That perches on the soul, And sings the tune without words, And never stops at all.

And sweetest in the gale is heard, And sore must be the storm, That could abash the little bird, That kept so many warm.

I've heard it in the chillest land, And on the strangest sea; Yet, never, in extremety, It asked a crumb from me.

The Daily Poetical

Noisy, Noisy
by Jack Prelutsky

It's noisy, noisy overhead,
The birds are winging south,

And every bird is opening

A noisy, noisy mouth.

They fill the air with loud complaint,

They honk and quack and sqwak,

They did not feel like flying,

But it was much to far to walk.

Mother Earth

by Allie

Give Mother Earth,
A hug for me,
Be kind to her,
Go hug a tree.

NOW THE MOISEN WORLD GAZETTE IS INTRODUCING A BRAND NEW TYPE OF POETRY A …………

FOURKU! A fourku has four lines and each line has four syllables.
One example is “Mother Earth” and another is one I wrote in 4th grade.

Tree
Standing up high,
Giving us air,
Shedding your leaves,
When Fall is there.