My Secret Place

My mother is my secret place.
Nobody knows that my mom is my secret place.
Whenever I want to be with her,
I just go to my room with her and love her.
I get all I want from life on earth, and mom and dad.

By
Nina

Part of My Life

My veggie garden is my peaceful place where I can be alone.
Where I can magically be in my own world.
It is like a five-year-old in yellow rain coat and yellow rain boots jumping into a puddle.
I can watch a ruby red tomato swaying in the wind waiting to get picked.
Like a kimono with the design of monarchs flying over crystal daisies.
It is a thousand grassy hills as the moon soars over the night sky.
A four-leaf clover waiting to shed luck upon the person who picks it.
The sun that rises as it melts dew off the tips of the morning grass.
It’s a scented candle ready to get blown out
A lily pad next to a lotus waiting for a frog to jump onto it.
My life would not be complete without my peaceful place.

By Sophia

My Secret Place

I go there when I’m bored.
I go there with my dog.
No one knows where it is except me.
I let my imagination out there.
I go there to explore.
It makes me feel interested.
I have a secret why to get there.
There I leave, all my imagination goes back into my head.

By
Evelyn

My Name

John is like the number five.
Not to little and not to big.
My name means river because the river is so calm.
I am the sound of the waves crashing on the beach.
Everybody calls me Jack though I am named after my grandpa.
I was born in Sacramento so nothing is cold for me.
I love the beach because I am a river that leads to the beach.
Green is me because rivers are nature.
I am the smell of salty sea air.
I am the view of a forest in the winter.
My name is John.

By
Jack

Claire is My Name

Claire is like a dream,
Floating in outer space, waiting for someone to pull it in.
I am morning dew, glistening on flowers,
Waiting for the earth to be reborn.
I look like silk, weaving its way through the mountains and valleys of Earth.
I am the smell of freshly baked vanilla cake on a table,
Waiting for someone to eat it.
I am the sound of animals working together with nature to heal Earth.
I am the motion of the ocean pulling anything in my path towards me.
Claire is my name and no one can change that.

By
Claire

The Darkness of Your Heart

Chloe is my name.
Chloe is a spray of perfume made with a drop of dark blood.
It yells for help, as she will suffer while waiting for an arrival to come.
But Chloe is my name and you can’t change my name.
It is like you walking through the night with a slight breeze surrounding you.
The name Chloe is like a panther purring while coming out of the dark jungle. Chloe is what that means.
My name is like a deep swim in the sea.
It is like a French beret falling from your arms.
Chloe is my name and nothing can change that.

By Chloe

A River In My Back Yard

In a closet near my room,
There is a magical tunnel.
It leads to an unknown place.
I imagine it leads to a private beachside sunset
There, there is a river,
If you follow it downstream,
It leads to a jungle,
A jungle with lions,
Don’t be afraid.
They’re nice lions,
And in the summer I come to visit them everyday
I love how the sun hits their fur shinning like gold.
I imagine the baby hugging its mom for shelter.
A river in my backyard.

By
Hannah

Hide-out

Whenever I want to be alone I go to my cave,
my hideout no one knows about.
My personal forest.
My shining kingdom in my mind.
A place where my imagination runs wild.
When I am there I feel light.
A delightful feeling.    

By
Graham

Weslea is my Name

Weslea is like an apple on a tree sitting waiting to fall.
Weslea means the morning due on the gorgeous flowers in Hawaii.
I am like a slow sloth moving gracefully in the trees.
I am the smell of redwood trees moving with they’re log branches like a bunch of gigantic giants.
I am a kid playing hide-and-seek waiting to be found.
I feel, as I am the sound of a screeching monkey in the trees swinging from vine to vine.
It is like the number 69.
A colorful creation.
The world is like a bunch of secrets a friend tells you spinning in your head.
My name is Weslea.

By
Weslea

Ben I Am

Ben is my name
And I am proud.
Ben sounds like a shield of letters
With a spark of joy
In its pure gold center.
It is strong
But forgiving
It is like an eclipse,
A new morning.
It has a nature’s love
And a greeting for everyone.

By
Ben

My Name is Nicole

Nicole is like green velvet in a stream. 
It means “victory of the people” in Latin.
But I don’t think of myself as victorious.
It is nature but stronger.
It is the number 4 but softer.
My name is green because I want it to be.
It is bells on a sleigh going through the snow.
It is sunset over the sea with dolphins gliding through.
Nicole is my name, so hah!

By
Nicole