My Goodbye Poem

Posted July 18, 2013 & filed under Notebook.

I say goodbye to my first country
To Ethiopia
I wish I could see you again
I say goodbye to my Grandmother
When I was living in Ethiopia
I say goodbye to my Aunt.
I say goodbye to my Uncle.
I say goodbye to my cousin.
When I say goodbye to
My Grandmother
I cry for her.
I say goodbye to my old friends.
I say goodbye to my school
I say goodbye to my teacher.
I say goodbye to my uncle and aunt.
I miss you so much.
by Halima, 6th Grade
Las Americas Newcomers School


Posted October 10, 2011 & filed under Notebook.

One day I traveled to Africa to see the animals.  When I got there, it was better than I thought.  I thought it was going to be plain and dry, but the landscape looked amazing.  I grabbed a backpack, a tent, a hunting knife, flashlight, and a shotgun, and I set off to the savannah.

I hiked for 3 days until I got to a pond where I saw 17 lions.  They were in their pride, and a few were laying down in the water.  I  hid behind a rock.  Then I got startled because a gazelle ran past me.  The lions noticed the gazelle too, and started to chase it.  I saw one lion pounce on it and smash it to the ground.  Then he suffocated it.  The rest of the pride went over and started to gnaw on it until it was a pile of bones.

I decided to take the long way home.  I passed elephants, zebras, and hyenas.  I was getting low on water on the 5th day.  I found a pond to fill up my canteen and then set out again.  That night I made camp and fell right to sleep.  I heard a slithering sound around midnight.  I pulled out my flashlight and saw a rattlesnake crawling near my sleeping bag.  I whipped out my knife and chopped off its head.  Its body was still moving, so I threw it out the tent.

After a rough night, I started off again.  I was following my compass north.  After a few hours of travel, I encountered a rhino.  He was charging at me.  I had just enough time to pull out my shotgun and shoot him between the eyes several times.  He fell right at my feet.  I was frightened. I had barely escaped that time.  I knew I had to get back to my camp.  I’d been gone two weeks.  I took the rhino’s horn as a souvenir of Africa.

When I got back home to the United States, I showed my friends the rhino horn, and they were astounded.  I told my friends I’d take them on a tour of Africa someday, as long as they learned how to shoot a shotgun first.

By Cameron, age 13