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Rien est plus silencieux…

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Que la neige
qui frappe la terre
Que le vent
Qui nous murmure ses secrets
Que le mutisme des
bébé qui dorme
Qu’un cerf qui retraite
En fait, rien n’est plus silencieux
que la neige qui tombe dans la vent
que les bébé qui dorme
et le cerf qui retraite.

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Posted by on May 1, 2012 in Uncategorized

 

Quand je dis vert…

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Quand je dis vert, j’admire l’algue qui danse dans le vaste océan. Je danse avec lui.
Quand je dis vert, je glisse ma main sur la peau glisse d’une petite grenouille.
Quand je dis vert, je laiche un citron vert dans la chaleur d’été. Dans la distance, je prête mon oreille à la musique des grenouilles, sauterelles et cigales.
Quand je dis vert, je renifle une pastille de ment.
Quand je dis vert, je rêve d’aventure dans se monde radieux…

 
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Posted by on April 27, 2012 in Uncategorized

 

Le chandail de grand papa

 
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Posted by on March 12, 2012 in Uncategorized

 

Double Half Strategy

Double Half Strategy

 
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Posted by on January 11, 2012 in Uncategorized

 

2012 already… I gotta make a resolution!

It’s a new year!? 2012!? Holy cow! I gotta make some resolutions! Happy New Year! A resolution for right now would be stop freaking out.Let me think, I’m really good at this and that. I think I’ll just make a list.

My Personal improvement:

  1. Practice and improve my writing skills
  2. Print and illustrate all my favorite stories
  3. Play outside or go for run every day (if possible) for an hour

Family and Friends:

  1. STOP TEASING! (I mean it! Though sometimes it’s funny… That is before my siblings scream)
  2. Respond to friends quicker

School/Community/World:

  1. Memorize my time tables 6-15
  2. Enter a writing or art competition

Thanks! Oh and by the way,

Happy Groundhogs Day!

 

 
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Posted by on January 11, 2012 in Uncategorized

 

La mission CSI de Mactaquac

Vendredi notre class on aller au le Park Provincial au
Mactaquac. On a pensé on premier que c’était un sortie de classe normal. Mais c’était une mission de CSI!  On a regardé autour pour trouver qui fait tomber les arbres. Tout le monde a pensé c’était un castor. Parce que ces raison:

  • Les arbres quand
    regarder avais les trace de dent
  • Les chemin au une
    maison de castor.

On a ensuit chercher pour les insect et animaux d’eau qi n’avais
pas de colonne vertébrale. On a trouvé le caca de castor. On a aussi regardé un crane de castor.

 
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Posted by on November 14, 2011 in Uncategorized

 

World War II: A Dogs Story

A Canadian military boat leaves the docks of Halifax, Nova Scotia. An Australian Shepard watches not only soldiers wave good-bye, but mothers, fathers and young adults. The Australian Shepard, Trails, had trained almost his whole life to protect
these people. Now was his chance. The ship was heading to France.  Trails, like all the others on the boat were scared. Would they survive? The dog walked over to see the pure white cat, Nara. A soldier named Ryan Carters was holding her. Ryan Carters was 20 years old and had big plans for his life, but war wasn’t one of them. Trail lay down beside Ryan, and closed his eyes.

It was about a week and a half trip to France. The soldiers got off the ship and started
walking to a trench. They weren’t too close to any German or Japanese base.
Throughout the first week Trails paced around, slept, and kept guard and visited
Ryan once and a while. The next Monday the troops were rallied up by their
captain.

“We will join a bigger squad tonight!” The captain bellowed out, so every troop could
here. Just as the captain said, that night they all worked their way to the
bigger squadron.  At that group, each person was assigned to a smaller group, and then sent away to their needed destination.  Nara went off purring with
delight to see she was in the group with Ryan Carters. Trail was chosen to be
with the smallest group, which had 30 men and Women. There was also an older
dog named Seth. Seth was an German Shepard, a little bigger than Trails.

There weren’t any of attacks throughout the first weeks in France. Trails and the rest of the gang weren’t that close to anything special. Though on June 23, 1937, four
groups, including Nara and Trails comrades were called to protect a French
town. This meant Trails could see Ryan more…but not much more. On August 29,
1937 Ryan and four other men were driving an SUV with a bomb attached. They
were driving a little way out of town. Nara noticed the little numbers counting
down from 30 seconds. The cat thought it would harm the humans a lot more if
she tried to tell them. They might take the bomb of right as it explodes. She
ran to Seth and Trails who ran to the trucks Seth tried to grab the bomb when
Trails was still running. Sadly, it was too late the bomb blew up killing Seth
and another man instantly. The SUV set on fire as Trails came over followed by
other men. The men tried to put out the fire while Trails pulled out the dead
or injured bodies. He pulled out the limp body of Ryan Carters, and noticed
he was unconscious and had no right foot or index finger.  Ryan was fine after the war. He adopted
Trails to show his gratitude.

So this year remember the animals too. They were just as important!  

 
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Posted by on November 14, 2011 in Uncategorized