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= 5th Grade =

=**My Awesome Poems**=

=Golden Toilet Lid=

By:Turner
Golden toilet lid, golden toilet lid, If I don't get one, I think I'll go amid. Give away my sweet dog, give away my bid, But don't give away my golden toilet lid.

Golden toilet stand, golden toilet stand, If I don't get one, I'll never join a band. Give away my parachute, give away my hand, But don't give away my golden toilet stand.

Golden toilet swirl, golden toilet swirl, If I don't get one, I think I'll do a twirl. Give away my chocolate, give away my curl, But don't give away my golden toilet swirl.

=Amazing Person=

Cooper you are awesome. You are smart and wise. You are smooth and funny. You are good at sports and just Cooper.

How I exclaimed with awesomeness When you heeshed. Then you heeshed again, Saying, "I heesh you!"

You are cool Cooper. You are not a fish and have two eyes. You are skinny and medium sized in height. You are flightless and a mammal.

Even when you are sad, You are sure to heesh. I am never disappointed. Cooper, I adore you.

=I Love You More Than Ferraris=

By: Turner

I love you more than Ferraris, Than Fords and a wheel, Than blue Corvettes, And good sunsets, And their cool awesome feel.

I love you more than vintage cars, Than awesome antique toys, Than old Tonkas, And long congas, And catching big mean koi.

I love you more than swimming pools, Than eating buttered toast, For I love pay; On any day, But I love you the most.

=**Hope**=

By: Turner

It stays with us all through our lives, Inside and out we are a pair, It gives man strength, Courage, And risk, It gives us the opportunity to try again, to win, To make things right, Without it, we would always lose. Together we stand and together we fall, But hope never goes away.

=**Butch**=

Nickname: The Blob

Breed: Mutt

Hometown: Anniston, AL

Birthdate: Sometime in 2010 Favorite Toy: My adopted sister, Sundance

Favorite Activity: Sleeping

Least Favorite Thing: Getting wet

Rule I Like To Break: Clawing the furniture

Craziest Thing I've Done: Getting stuck in a tree

Perfect Day: Laying down on the chair next to the ﬁreplace wrapped in blankets the while ﬁreplace is on

This is my DAR essay that got first in Calhoun County and 3rd in the state of Alabama.

Hello. My name is Red Arrow, but you can call me John Puckett. In the days of brutal war, I met the bravest soldier that I have ever known. He fought in the American Revolution, and his name was Joseph Louis Cook. He was a colonel in the American army.

Joseph Louis Cook had a lucky life until the end of it. When he was a young lad, about eight years old, his mother and father were taken captive in 1745 during a French raid. The French tried to take him, but the Iroquois Indians intervened and gave him back to his mother. She followed the Iroquois back to their village where Joseph Louis Cook was adopted by the Iroquois.

During the French Indian War, Cook fought for the Mohawks on the side of the French. He was at the battle against the Braddock expedition (George Washington was part of the Braddock party). He was also at the Battle of Fort Oswego. The same year he was wounded in a fight with Rogers’ Rangers near Fort Ticonderoga.

His first command came at the Battle of Clarion where he was commended by General Montcalm. He was at the Battle of Sainte-Foy also. After the war, he moved to Caoghnawaga and married Marie-Charlotte, his first wife.

Although most Native Americans sided with the British during the American Revolution, Louis Cook sided with the thirteen colonies. He offered his services to George Washington as early as 1775. While on the expedition into Quebec, Cook was known as Colonel Louis, although he was not a real colonel.

Cook and George Washington met again in 1776 and Washington referred to him as Colonel Louis. From 1776 to 1781 Cook fought in the Battle of Oriskany, was part of the Saratoga Campaign, accused General Rensselaer of being a Tory, fought in the Battle of Valley Forge, became a Lieutenant Colonel, and fought in the Battle of Johnstown. In case you did not know, Lieutenant Colonel was the highest rank a Native American could be at the time.

After the war, Cook settled near Sterling, New York. He became an influential advisor for the Oneida tribe. He remarried to a woman named Marguerite Thewanihattha. They had many children together.

He participated in the War of 1812, in which he was present as an advisor. Although he did not fight, he did follow an army to Canada and was present at the Battle of Lundy’s Lane. He was injured when he fell from his horse and he later died in October of 1814 from. his injuries.

Although he has been forgotten, his spirit will live on.

=//TURNER'S SUMMARY STATION //=

=// WARRIORS: INTO THE WILD //=

By: Erin Hunter (Three Writers)


Things you need to now about the book:


 * This is the first book in the //WARRIORS// series.
 * There are many series to this series, but in order this is the first series.
 * This book is about //loyalty, adventure, decision making, betrayal, mystery, and enemies helping enemies.//
 * This book is fantasy, meaning this story could not happen in real life.

= Book Summary: =

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//WARRIORS:INTO THE WILD Erin Hunter -// starts when a "kittypet", a cat that lives with humans, named Rusty decides to go live in the forest with ThunderClan cats. There are four clans in all ThunderClan, Windclan, ShadowClan, and RiverClan. When Rusty becomes an apprentice he takes the name Firepaw. But when his friend comes back with some unexpected news, trust starts to stir in the clan. This is an outstanding book that I would recommend to people ages 8 & up. Why read it? It shows that even when you're different, you can still be like others. I love this book and if you read it I hope you do to.



= CHECK THESE LINKS OUT!!!!!!! =

@http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Warriors_(novel_series)

@http://www.warriorcats.com/warriorshell.html

= = = 6th Grade = = = = = = Check Out my DAR Essay that got First in Calhoun County =

Hello. My name is John Huck. When I was 11, my older brother, who was 18, and my dad entered the army. Three months later they began fighting in the war. I have memories of that war, and they're not pleasant ones. I was constantly worrying about an attack from the British. My mother and younger sister worried even more though. Sure, the minutemen were good, but what if they were outnumbered by the thousands. This war was called the American Revolution, but we were outnumbered. In October of 1776 my dad wrote to us. He said that my brother had gotten shot in the side, but he had made it through.

A year later I told my mom I wanted to be a drummer boy. She didn't like the idea, but I wanted to be with my dad. Because I lived in Georgia, I guessed that my dad and brother were in the Second Regiment of Georgia. When I joined the army as a drummer boy, in the summer of 1777, we went down to Florida, and fought with our Spanish allies. We saw some action there, but I couldn't find my dad or brother. When the summer of 1779 ended, we left for Georgia. We went north and fought in the Siege of Savannah. It pained me to see my home state being in such demise from the war. It made me wonder if my mom and sister were okay. I felt a little better when some of the soldiers told me the British spared women and children. That spelled bad news for my dad and brother though.

When the Siege of Savannah ended we left and almost immediately were involved in the Siege of Charleston. When I started drumming the general came up to me and made sure I knew the retreat song. After three weeks of fighting I decided that I was never going to see my dad and brother again. My hope shot up when I overheard that General Benjamin Lincoln had gotten some troops from Georgia to help in the fighting.

The troops arrived a week later. I was so happy when I saw my brother, who was okay, and my dad, come into camp. When my dad saw me it looked like he thought he was dreaming. I told him all that had happened, and at the end I told him I wanted him to stop fighting. He said when the battle was over we would all go home together. My brother agreed.

 When I had to drum again the next week, it was terrible. I saw men get shot, though I'm not sure if they were lethal wounds, and I saw others rise up in bravery. The general told me to keep playing the forward tune, even though I thought otherwise. When the battle was over my dad, brother, and I left for home.

 By early 1780 we had reached a small town in Georgia, but there was no one there. The crops had been burned, the cattle had been butchered, the streams had been fouled, and the houses had been ransacked of anything of value. We found a small army camp, just a few miles from the town, and went to see what was happening. The American soldiers there told that they had received news that the Second Battalion of Georgia had been captured along with the rest of the southern troops. (This battalion was from Massachusetts.) I told them our story and asked if they were delivering mail. They said yes so I wrote a letter to my mom, and paid the postman a half penny.  When we finally made it home it was the summer of 1780. My mom had received the letter I had the postman deliver and told me she was overjoyed when she found out we were all safe.  Even though I had just come home and was exhausted, my mom still made me do chores. I had to sweep the floor, watch my sister when my mom and dad were gone, water the crops in the field, and tend to cattle. I was relieved when the war finally ended, three years after we returned home. I went into the nearby town square and shouted for joy.

 Well that's my story, one of only many. = =

= Check Out my Fictional Narrative =

= = =** Gone **=

My scariest memory, well, it all started the day before Halloween, at exactly 11:37 P.M. My friend, named Tim, and I were sitting on my bed when we heard a knocking sound. We assumed my mom would get it because she was downstairs, but the knocking didn't stop.

By midnight the knocking still hadn't stopped. Since we were tired we were going to go see what it was. We played rock, papers, scissors to see who would have to open the door. I won, fortunately. We slowly made our way down the stairs, down the hall, and started inching toward the front door, the source of the knocking. My friend slowly stuck out his hand, turned the knob, and looked outside.

 "Are you pranking me?" asked Tim.

 "No, what is it?" I asked.

<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"> "Look for yourself!"

<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">All down the neighborhood people were gathering in the streets, even my parents. But they were acting weird.

<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Since my front door locks from the outside whenever you close it, I was locked out with Tim inside. I rung the doorbell, and then things turned terrible. Everyone stared at me and slowly started walking towards me. I kept ringing the doorbell, until Tim came to the door when he saw everyone who had been in the street in my front yard, and opened the door.

<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"> The people, who looked like they had been up all night, tore down my front door and started chasing us. We ran into my kitchen and locked the door. That's when we decided to leave. We filled up several water bottles, some food, and my phone.

<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">At 2:07 A.M. we reached the Police Department. I looked inside, but there was no one there. I could still hear the groaning of the people following us, so we kept going.

<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"> We had been walkingfor about 4 hours. We were sitting on a hill, about 8 miles from house. I had gone there a lot before, so I had dug a ditch, so whenever my parents came looking for me I could hide. We were sitting there, watching the sunrise, and talking about sports, like everything was normal. But it wasn't, and that was what mattered.

<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"> We kept going, and when we left the hill it was around 5:00 A.M. Luckily we hadn't been spotted. We gave up hope when we saw a road sign that said the nearest town was 50 miles away. We looked around and saw a car.

<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"> "No way," Tim said like he had the same idea as me.

<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"> "We have to," I said.

<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"> "But you don't know how to drive!" exclaimed Tim.

<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"> "Do you want to come face-to-face with that horde of things?"

<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"> "No"

<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"> "Exactly," I said as I started the car.

<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"> When we made it to the other town, the people there weren't...weird. I never went back to that town, nor did I see my family again.

Here is my Ode to my Cat Butch.



<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Oh, Butch, your white fur nearly glows in the dark,

<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Your meow is quiet, you definitely don't bark,

<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">When I scratch your belly, you go belly-up,

<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">For when I come home, you look at me like "what's up",

<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">I love when you lay with me, and I hear your purr,

<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">And when I lay by you, you're so warm I don't go burr,

<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">You are big, but loving, and sweet as can be,

<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">You have a friend in Sunny, but also a friend in me,

<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">You are usually good, and rarely bad,

<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">For if you were to leave, I would be sad,

<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">During the day, you are outside, away,

<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">But at night, all you want to do is lay,

<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">I don't know if you love me, I hope you do,

<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">But I love you just the same, I do.

The Star Trek Zone

<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">The Star Trek Zone

<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">There is a fifth dimension beyond which is known to man.

<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">It is as humongous as the U.S.S. Enterprise, and as pale as Vulcans.

<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">It is the difference between Spock and Captain Kirk, between Gorons and Tribbles, and it lies between the struggle of peace and the hope of his/her return.

<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">This is the dimension of Trekky nerds.

<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">It is an area which we call... The Star Trek Zone.

<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Turner Davis

Haiku

Its rarity shines.
(I took this photo and this is a real four leaf clover. If you find this picture in the hall you can go to my Aurasma and see my video on it.)

Me


 * <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Turner **

<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">American, Skinny, and Smart.

<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Son of Kent and Lisa, brother of Olivia.

<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Lover of cats, football, and Auburn.

<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Who feels weird when strangers talk to him.

<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Has been to Oklahoma, Honduras, Belize.

<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Who needs my cats to live.

<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Who fears live snakes, war, and roller coasters.

<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Who would someday love to get a career in marine biology.

<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Residence of Anniston, AL.

<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Davis

<span style="background-color: #113456; color: #655577; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 220%;">Brother to Sister