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I went on a special fishing trip with my mom, Jo-Ann, my dad, Tory, my brother, Chris, my cousins and grandparents. We took a picnic lunch with us: hot spicy pepperoni pizza, fresh lettuce and cucumber salad, a shiny apple with a crunchy bite.

After eating, I was so full that my stomach felt like it was going to explode. We walked towards the river to Beaver dam. The waterfall was strong, loud and powerful. When I put my hand in the water it froze the tips of my fingers. There were nice trees hovering over the river and the sun shined through the leaves. Overall, it was a very nice day, but perhaps, a little too hot for my liking.

Halloween Poem


The ghoulish witches

Prowl in the woods.

Making a spell,

Stirring their stew.

They seem to be mean, ugly and

Always stick together like glue.

Witches fly on broomsticks,

With black cats at their backs.

They zoom through the sky at night

With only the moon shinning light.

Witches like to scare children

They giggle and squeak,

When they hear them knocking at their door.

So be careful on Halloween night

Not to ask for some more.