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Post Office
Mary wrote a letter
She took it to the mail box
The postman came and took it
He took it to the Post Office
(First Grade)
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Red Cap
Over the mountain there passed a train
And in the train there was a Red Cap
And beside him sat a cat
But what was the cat sitting on?
It was sitting on a mat.
Kiyoko Sakamoto, Age 9
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The Train
Over the mountain over the plain
Roaring, roaring here comes the train.
Through the tunnel over the bridge
Clankety, clankety here comes the train.
Carrying passengers carrying mail
Through tunnel and bridges without fail.
Roaring, roaring here comes the train
Ding dong, ding dong here comes the train.
Kay Watanabe, Age 10.
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Desert Dawn
The prairie is awaking from its slumber of the night,
The purple sage is bending, from the passing night wind's flight,
And far off towards the mountains where the pale peaks touch the sky,
The blushing beauty of the dawn, makes one choke up, and sigh.
The late night owl goes flitting by, among the Joshua trees,
Then merrily the tumbleweed goes racing with the breeze.
And far off towards the mountains where the pink peaks touch the sky,
The sun comes up and beaming brightly proudly passes by.
The prairie sand is sparkling like a mine in wealth of gold
But oh it holds a richer wealth that never will be told.
And far off towards the mountains where the bright peaks touch the sky
The color of a turquoise blue is spreading up on high.
Michiko Mizumoto, Age 15.
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Rain
Over the mountain
Over the bridge
Over the river
Here comes the rain.
Going over tunnels
Going over trees
And going over the world
Here comes the rain.
Hiroshi Kikuchi, Age 10.
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Gratitude
O, God!
I thank Thee for the lofty heights
Of mountains draped in gleaming white;
Serene under the touch of Thy hand,
Guarding the valley day and night.
Matsuko Kodani, Age 16.
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The Wind
All is quiet, when
The wind appears and starts
To swishing and swirling around the town,
And shaking and knocking everything down.
But then, all at once, lo! It departs,
And all is quiet again.
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Winter in Manzanar
It's winter in Manzanar,
And stars are twinkling as before.
Beyond the stillness of Manzanar
Lie the great mountains of white snow.
The winds howling disturbs the night
As the people pull their covers more tight.
For it's winter in Manzanar
With the icy coldness everywhere.
Yutaka Nakayu, Age 16.
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Wind and Dust
This wind and dust I have to bear
How hard it blows I do not care
But when the wind begins to blow—
My morale is pretty low.
I know that I can see it through
Because others have to bear it too.
So I will bear it with the rest
And hope the outcome is the best.
George Nishimura, Age 16.
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Brr! Winter
I awoke one night to find myself
Shivering from toe to head.
I felt around, but couldn't find,
A bit of warmth in bed.
I jumped down from the cold, cold cot,
Just frozen to the core,
Then found out why I was so cold.
My blankets! they're on the floor!
Fujiko Nomura, Age 16.
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Clouds
Clouds, how many shapes you have!
You can look like a flock of sheep
Marching methodically across a blue pasture,
You can look as soft as the fluffiest puff
Daintily dusting sky's serene cheek.
Clouds, how many moods you have!
Your eyes can shoot sparks
Brighter than the gigantic fireworks on a fourth of July,
You can sob as a broken-hearted child over a broken toy,
I've seen you whipped till you raced frightenedly across the field of
crystal blue.
Clouds, from whence does your beauty come?
You are white as the mistiest veil of a beautiful bride,
You are like a stately queen
In her robes of royal purple lined with gleaming gold,
You can fade from the softest pink to the faintest hue of blue.
Clouds, where do you go?
You sail a wind-blown clipper on a sapphire sea,
Do you see untold wonders my eyes may never behold?
Oh clouds! When you again sail,
Won't you take me?
Mitsuko Ruby Hori, Age 16.
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By the Hillside
By the hillside I stood.
The night was bitter cold.
The mountains were covered with glistening snow.
The stars twinkled in a clear clear winter sky.
By the hillside I stood.
The brilliant lights shown
Calmly upon Manzanar
There was no sound of life.
But only a blustering
Sound of the winter wind.
Irene Misutani, Age 17.
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The Peak
Beyond the clouds away up high
Looking downward from the sky
Proudly stands the snow-clad peak
Like a picture photographers seek.
He watches the troubled world go by,
And sometimes sighs a weary sigh.
He has nothing to say at all
For he is just a mountain tall.
Tsugimaro Sakata, Ago 17.
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