The leaves are falling,
the leaves are falling,
on the deck and the dirt,
the leaves can be seen wherever you are,
the leaves glow a bright yellow,
the leaves are falling,
the leaves are falling
The leaves look like they are flying,
to faraway places,
with fire in its heart
the leaves blow up into a flame,
the wind blows so fast,
that the leaves all change route
and goes to the acquaintance’s house.
Brendon Wang is a fourth-grader at Medina Elementary School. This is his first time appearing in the Review.
"Whao," says Pa. "What was that?"
"Thunder" replies Ma.
"Really? We never had thunder here before."
"Sure we have, you just never pay attention." Now reader, the loud "boom" you heard was not caused by lightning. It was a house blowing up.
Pa and Ma both look at Bob, their only child.
"What do you say, Bob? Have we had thunder here before?" they both say at the same time.
"Well... We have, but I don't think this is lightning."
"Why do you think that?"
"Well, a few weeks ago, I bought a newspaper."
"We live on a farm," says Pa. "How did you get it?"
"Remember? When we went on that trip to buy a carriage to travel easier, I snuck off for a moment to grab one."
"Bob, for that you are grounded for--"
But before Pa can finish talking, a loud boom happens again but only closer.
Pa and Ma say, "Bob. What is that?"
“In the newspaper I read, they said a guy is murdering a bunch of people and the booms are rocks thrown by big catapults."
"So what?" asks Ma.
"Well... it said the guy is targeting farms and we are the only farm in the city".
"Bob! What have you been reading? That is just a rumor." Ma says.
"Oh yeah? The news also said that the murderer likes to go to the house to end his victims off."
"So that's why you have been getting scary dreams lately?"
"Yeah, I guess I have to admit it," says Bob.
Suddenly, there is a knock on the door.
"We barely get visitors, especially at this time," says Pa.
"Bob, go look out the window to see who is there," says Ma.
"Mom! Dad!" says Bob. “I see a guy in black at the door! I think he has a gun in his hand and has another accomplice hiding in the grass.”
"What?" they shout back.
"I think the murderer is here!" Bob exclaims.
Now you will have to wait for the next book to keep reading.
A soldier, a savior
An honor, a creator
When I'm down, she fills my mind with laughter
Even in the scariest times, she makes me feel braver
When I'm confused, she gives me an answer
When I've made my mind, she makes me reconsider
When I'm weak, she makes me stronger
Even though I'm not curious, she always makes me wonder
A teacher, a leader
A joker, a dreamer
A sweeper, a cleaner
A believer, with a tough exterior
But most importantly, she is a friend.