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If It Were All Up To Me

If it were all up to me
The poor would have riches
And the blind man would see
The hungry would eat
And the weak would be strong
And the people with hatred would all get along
The ones who are greedy would start to share
And unfriendly people would start to care
The thirsty would drink
And the deaf person hear
And sorrow and sadness would all disappear
And that is how the world would be
If it were all up to me

Poem by Madeline Coronado

The Turkey who got Sick

Mr. Turkey lives on a farm with his family.  Mr. Pete is his master.  One fall evening Mr. Pete desided he was going to sell off some of his turkeys.  The store keeper in town was getting ready for Christmas, and he knew Mr. Pete had a good flock of turkeys.  So he told Mr. Pete that he wanted to buy his best ones, and one of them was Mr. Turkey.  Mr. Turkey was fine he knew he wasn't going anywhere.

Then one day he heard Mr. Pete talking to the store keeper.  He knew then he was on his way out.  He had to think fast about what he was going to do.  He had asked all of his barnyard friends to help.  He asked Mr. Duck, Ms. Chicken, Mr. Pig and no one had an answer and time was running out.  Then a light came on in his head.  A storm was coming.  And he knew what he had to do.

So that night when Mr. Pete called in all the turkeys, Mr. Turkey decided to stay out.  So he went and hid in bushes.  He knew the store keeper wanted fat and healthy and weighed over 10-12 lbs.  It was cold and rainy that night, it rained for two days.  On the third day the store keeper come over for the turkeys.  When they counted they saw that one turkey was missing.

They looked all over for it.  Then they had to get Mr. Hound to help them.  Mr. Hound found him he was sick and lost wieght.  So the store keeper said he can't go.  So Mr. Pete took Mr. Turkey back to the barn yard and said, "you can go next time."

Narrative by Christina Womack
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Ricardo's First Day on a BMX Bike

One day, when Ricardo was five, he wanted to get a BMX bike.  He already knew how to ride a street bike, but he wanted to learn how to ride a BMX bike so he could go on a BMX track.

When Ricardo was six, he asked his dad if he could get a BMX bike for his birthday.  His dad asked, "Are you ready?"

Ricardo told him, "Yes, Dad.  I am ready."

They went to Sally's Bike Shop and there were about fifty bikes there.  Ricardo told the manager he wanted a BMX bike.  She had only one in stock.  It was red and blue.  He loved it.

They bought the bike and went to a practice track his dad had made.  His dad pushed him, but his legs didn't reach the pedals, so he crashed on a bump.

His dad walked over to him and said, "Are you OK?"

Ricardo said, "I am OK, OK."  and he stood up.

His dad adjusted the seat height to the right level.  Ricardo practiced until he learned to ride his new BMX bike.

On Sunday, he and his dad and mom went to the track for more practice.  His mom was worried that he would fall and get hurt.  His dad said, "Don't worry.  He'll be fine."

Ricardo suggested that his mom could be the safety officer and she could look out for danger or any one getting hurt.  That was OK with all of them.

After a year, Ricardo could do a kick flip and ride in a circle with no hands.  He is still learning to do more tricks on 'Sports School on Demand'.

Narrative by Ricardo Casas
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Congratulations Fernando Pinon for having your poem, My Mom, published in the Valley News!

My mom is the best. She lets me look at the spelling words every morning before the test.
If I get all of the answer correct, my mom lets me get a toy that rolls and bounces out of sight.
If I share with my baby brother, I will surely get another toy. It's good to have my mom around.
That's the best choice for me! That's the only person I see.
There's no reason to get adopted.
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One day me and my two cousins Genesis, Ruby and my sister went to the beach at Santa Monica.  My uncle drove us there.  We touched the water and we made sandcastles.  We all looked for shells in the water and in the sand.  We all found different shells.  My sister Mayra got the biggest.  We got Mayra's shell and put it on the sandcastle.  Before we went home we collected some more shells and put them in our pockets.

Illustration and Narrative by Natalie Huerta
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Once there was a little girl named Danielle.  She went to school at 7th Street Elementary School.  It was fillled with billions of rooms.  It was a famous school.  There were lots of good teachers there too!

There were also millions of kids.  Lots of visitors too!  School was fun for Danielle too.  Especially on Wednesdays.  Because thats when her reading teacher came to visit her.

Her reading teachers name was Ms. Firsiina.  She was nice.  She loved to read just like Danielle.  She'll read any book and fall in love with it.  Ms. Firsiana and Danielle thougt reading was fun.  Reading was a hobby to them.

Narrative by Dannielle Torres
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My Friend Daniela

I met her in first grade at Kester School.  We were in Mrs. Kopp's class. She was so funny and really nice.  We had lots in common.  Her parents were born in Guatemala and so was my Dad.  There's one thing we don't have in common.  She can read Spanish and I can't.  She had brown hair and so do I.  She was the same size and had a little brother.  Her mom used to babysit me.  We played dolls and her little brother used to let me play with his electric toy car.  We also lived in the same apartment.  We played in the parking lot with our bikes.  We watched T.V. together she moved to Bakersfield.  When we were in third grade she came over to my house.  She came five times and she didn't come again.  Also we talk on the phone.  I'm hoping some day she'll visit me and be in this school.

Illustration and Narrative by Sara Gonzalez

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