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Thanksgiving By Cynthia Fredrick Grateful for the pouring rain Falling down on all the plane Happy for the forest deep Circling ‘bout the deer that leap I love the wild running river So cold it gives all a shiver I’m thankful for the lilies white, Who bless and grace those in their sight Glad to see the mountains wide As I’m standing by their side Grateful for the bells that ring Calling all the choir to sing Satisfied with this dinner, vast That calls to all to break their fast Pilgrims sailed for miles to be Nothing less than simply free To see every kind of bird and beast And have a great big turkey feast!

I don’t eat dirt. By: Cynthia Fredrick  People would smile at me. They were condescending. They didn’t know I could. People always told me that I was a worm.  But that would change one day. I was just eating some leaves, unlike all of my worm friends. They ate dirt, and every one made fun of me because I was thicker than them. But I got the idea to inch out on a twig. I started making silk. I don’t know why. I was covered in it. Suddenly, I woke up, and tried to break free.  I wiggled out of my silk encasing. I was a butterfly.

America The only place where you can swing on vines in a forest full of tulip trees, The only place where you can find pinecones on the sands of a beach, The only place that is the third biggest country Yes, the only place I know like this is America. The only place that has never had an official religion, The only place where they pay so much tribute To those who have fallen for the greater good, The only place that will help a past enemy back onto his feet, Yes, The only place I know like this is America. The only place that hasn’t had a queen, The only place where you can find all races The only place I’ve ever known Tha