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Dec. 10, 11
2:30 - 5:00 p.m. |
Jan. 13 (Tuesday)
at 6:15 p.m. |
South Lawrence East |
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Feb. 23 - Mar. 9, 2009 |
Apr. 1, 2
2:30 - 4:30 p.m. |
Apr. 28 at 6:00 p.m. |
Tenney Grammar School |
*Note: Individual school deadlines are earlier than advisor deadlines. Check with school advisor for details.
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Additional Reading Opportunities
- Monday, June 15, 2009, 7 p.m., Stevens Memorial Library, North Andover hosts "Authors and Artists Night" for North Andover Contributors to Spring Edition of AppleSeed Magazine. Hosted by Marina Salenikas and Karen Lunny.
- Wednesday, Feb. 11, 2009, 7 p.m., Stevens Memorial Library, North Andover hosts "Authors and Artists Night" for North Andover Contributors to Winter Edition of AppleSeed Magazine. Hosted by Marina Salenikas and Karen Lunny.
- Thursday, Feb. 12, 2009, 6:30 p.m., Memorial Hall Library, Andover hosts "Authors and Artists Night" for Andover Contributors to Winter Edition of AppleSeed Magazine. Hosted by Beth Herrigan.
- Sunday, April 5, 2009 3 p.m., Stevens Memorial Library, North Andover hosts "Poetry Slam/Reading" for poets of all ages. Hosted by Gayle C. Heney, North Andover Poet Laureate. 978 688-9505
Other
- Listen to the North Andover and see the works of contributors at the AppleSeed Authors and Artists Night hosted by Stevens Memorial Library in North Andover on Wednesday, Feb. 11, 2009
- We have just started to add selections from the latest edition to the website. See below 1/22/09
- A video of AppleSeed launch night of January 13, 2009 is being edited by the Lawrence Cable TV people (Channel 10, verizon channel 41) and will be shown soon in Lawrence. Later this month, they will be sharing this video with the cable companies in Andover, North andover and Methuen, so perhaps it will be shown in those communities also. Please inquire locally. Please note that the video is somewhat incomplete and does not include all who read, as there were some technical difficulties and we have edited out any children for whom we did not have parental permission to videotape in hand. 1/20/09
- Check with your school's advisor to see when your school is accepting submissions for the Spring Edition of AppleSauce (starts in February).
- 300 people attended the Spring AppleSeed Launch Night at Marsh Grammar School. The event was taped for cable tv. If you were there, and spoke, and we had permission to put it on cable on file when they edited it, you will be appearing on Methuen Cable TV in May or June. Check the Methuen Cable TV schedule for details. 5/22/08
- Juniors and Sophomores: Would you like to help produce AppleSauce and AppleSeed? We need interns who are available one afternoon a week starting in November and going through the school year. More information
Selections from the 2009 Spring Edition of AppleSeed |
Dripping tears flow down
Endless tears, a fearful heart
The rain of terror
It begins to hurt once more
It goes on until darkness leaves.
Leslie
Bruce School
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Virtual hard wired goodness,
Press the power button,
Log on, go on a web site,
Play some.
Shut the power off,
When mom says “Stop!”
poem and artwork by
Jack, Atkinson School
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Eating, drinking, and having some fun,
In summer’s hot, blazing sun.
It was the end of summer,
Too bad it couldn’t last.
I sat down to think of summers past.
I swam and ate some fried clams
At Seafood Sam’s.
Triumphantly I faced my fear
Of jumping off the high dive into the
Water so blue and clear.
Went on a shopping spree to get
Clothes for school.
Also, ice cream and popsicles as cold
As ice helped me stay cool.
Now I’m enjoying my last days
Under summer’s hot blazing sun,
Thinking this is the best summer
Ever, while having some fun.
Christina
Franklin School
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"Colombia"
Alan, CGS
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Selections from the 2009 Winter Edition of AppleSeed
AppleSeed Reading at Stevens Library, Feb. 11, 2009
Used by permission. All rights reserved. Last updated: 1/22/09 Selections will change from time to time |
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Paulina
Guilmette Middle School
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Song Lyrics
I’m not an ordinary girl in my mind.
Everyone thinks that I’m always left behind,
But it’s just me taking my time.
I shouldn’t just listen to my friends again,
Because when I do, I mess up and I fake out,
But if I listen to my heart,
I’ll find the right thing to do.
I know now that I’m an original girl.
Just like you. Just like you.
Cailin
Timony Grammar School
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Do you have a bottle
Without any water?
Do you have a pencil
Without an eraser?
Do you have a crayon box
Without any crayons?
Do you have a paper
Without any words?
Destinee
Oliver School |
Sitting around in a tie-dye shirt,
got a little dirty because you fell in the dirt.
Cameron
Kittredge Elementary School |
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The water blows in my stream,
Moving quickly or slowly.
Shining brightly in the moonlight gleam.
The water brings sadness to those at night,
It sure brings quite a fright.
The water falls from the sky,
Falling on nearby trees.
The water reaches out and grabs you
by the heart.
That’s when your feelings drop and the sadness begins to start.
The water blows in my stream.
Austin
Franklin School
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When it’s time for bed,
The waves are tired,
So they keep trying to roll in to shore.
When it’s time for bed,
The clouds spread out,
And lie down in the sky.
When it’s time for bed,
The sand gets tired,
So it gently trickles down the hills,
Making them giggle.
When it’s time for bed,
The wind draws his last beautiful picture,
In the sand.
When it’s supposed to be time for bed,
The grass dances,
To the music of the wind,
When it’s time for bed.
Grace
Sanborn School
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Dear Edwina,
You are no longer my beloved Edwina! I’ve decided this ever since you keep sending me horrid gifts. I’m assuming that you’re not my true love.
I hate the drummers because the vibration of the drumming knocked me out of my bed last night.
The eleven pipers piped so hard that they blew out all of my scented candles so now my house stinks really bad!
You have sent me ten lords that I don’t need because I’m the boss of my house.
I don’t want the nine ugly ladies because they dance poorly and they don’t entertain me.
I hate the eight maids who are milking the cows because they give me milk that tastes sour and doesn’t have enough calcium.
The seven swans keep swimming in my shower and they’ve clogged up the bathtub.
The six geese annoy me because they keep wrecking all my clothes.
I’m not even happy for the five golden rings because I found out that they weren’t made of real gold!
I wish that you hadn’t sent me those four calling birds because they scream so loudly.
The three French hens ate all my food so now I’m starving!
I can’t tell you anything about the two turtle doves because I ate them for dinner.
I hate the partridge because it ate all my pears and other fruit trees that I have in my garden.
Edwina, you were never meant to be my true love!
Your X-love,
Edward
P.S. Leave me alone!
Jonathan
Frost School
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I open today’s box,
And what do I find?
An empty clean box,
Full of surprise.
I cannot look forward,
I cannot look back,
Into the present,
Into the pack.
What shall the present
Bring me today?
Nobody knows –
Only I can say.
But I rely on it,
All the time.
The future and past,
Are not worth a dime.
Shall I go left,
Or shall I go right?
To face the present,
With all my might.
I do not care about yesterday,
Nor tomorrow.
I dive into the present,
Maybe happiness, maybe sorrow.
Will the brightness surround me today?
Or will misery and darkness take me away?
Will I fill it with triumph and joy?
Or will I drown in with failure and dismay?
Don’t dwell on the past, it will never mend,
And don’t rely on the future, it will never end.
I have only the present with all its promises,
Smiles, sorrows, suspicions and surmises.
The present is the roller coaster,
it goes up and down,
So don’t fret, just find what is to be found.
Chiraag
High Plain School
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I feel the wind brush across my face as I gaze at the fish in the pond swimming around the dark water. I notice the small waterfall make tiny, popping bubbles. It is so peaceful because no one is around! Birds chirp and insects hum. The frogs in the pond lazily swim in the water. I feed the fish tasty cylinder treats and quietly observe calmly as they dart up and nibble at their breakfast. Leaves fall from the trees and sway back and forth before they touch the pond.
In winter, the pond turns into ice and the fish never come up, taking a long winter break. In spring, the ice melts and newborn koi appear and follow their moms around the pond. Summer arrives, and bugs return.
The pond in my backyard is a calming place and perfect for all seasons.
Jessica
South Elementary School |

Steven
Bancroft School
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Selections from the 2008 Spring Edition of AppleSeed
Used by permission. All rights reserved. Last updated: 5/22/08 Selections will change from time to time |

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Reading
Some people hate reading,
But I think it’s fun.
Some people can’t read,
But I have a library
In my room,
Full of books
I’d be happy to share.
Once you are ready,
I’ll teach you to read,
And we’ll have so much fun.
I love books!
Jazmine J., Oliver School |
I Dream of a World
I dream of a world where the war will end,
I dream of a world where strawberries
fall out of the sky,
I dream of a world where there’s royalty,
so I could be a Princess
and my mom the Queen,
I dream of a world where Martin Luther King,
Jr. will be alive,
I dream of a world where no one commits
a crime,
I dream of a world where you only have
one piece of homework,
I dream of a world where we are all friends,
I dream of a world where the war
had never started,
I dream of a world where all of us are Kings,
Queens, Princesses and Princes.
Elizabeth S., Oliver School |
The Dime
I found a dime,
On the ground,
I snickered loudly,
Then turned around.
A cop was there,
He had a wart,
He snarled at me,
And we went to court.
The jury was tall,
And fat was the judge,
I had no lawyer,
I was thinking “Oh Fudge!”
“I’m really sorry,
I didn’t know it was a crime.”
If only I hadn’t taken
That stupid old dime.
Naina P., Sargent School |

Yearahm A., Sanborn School |
A Pair of Old Shoes
I am a pair of old shoes,
Nobody notices me,
Nobody cares about me.
I’m stashed in a corner
Hidden from sight.
Oh Owner, please wear me.
My owner never wears me,
He forgot about me.
I’m brown and I’m sturdy,
And not out of fashion.
I’m in good condition too,
Oh Owner, please wear me.
Owner and I went to school,
He ran and played with me,
I had an important job
Of keeping his feet safe and clean,
But now I feel useless.
Oh Own…, wait, is that his feet?
Yearahm A., Sanborn School |
I Don’t Understand
I don’t understand
Why people use drugs
Why cigarettes were invented
Why people smoke.
I don’t understand
Why there are gangs
Why people fight
Why people own guns
Why people shoot other people.
I don’t understand
Why people don’t stop global warming
Why I get mad easily
Why my baby sister bothers me
Why Al Gore wasn’t picked as president.
Ramon V., Arlington Middle School |
Ruth M., Tarbox School |

Heather M., Marsh Grammar School |
Knife
A man comes
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out with a knife and
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a cooking show.
Kendra M., Atkinson School
I Think I’m Broken
I think I’m broken ‘cause…
My head is spinning,
My spine is weak.
My elbow creaks
When I speak.
My hip is broke
And I choke.
I spit and I gag
That’s why.
Jacqueline C., CGS |
Selections from the 2008 Winter Edition of AppleSeed
Used by permission. All rights reserved. Selections last updated: 1/24/08 |

Bryana M., Thomson School |
Don’t you dare comb my hair,
There are knots and snarls everywhere!
If you do, I’ll surely shout
So don’t you dare comb them out!
Maybe I’ll hide under the bed
’Cause if you comb them, I’ll be dead!
So I’ll hide in the pantry
Oh drats! She found me!
So don’t you dare comb my hair,
I don’t know why you care ’bout golden locks of hair
I hate shampoo, barrettes Boo-hoo!
Oh good! it’s time for school!
Camille H.
Comprehensive Grammar School
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The silver,
Shining wings
Will cure your
Sickness.
The silver,
Shining wings
Will blow darkness
Away.
The silver,
Shining wings
Make your massive heart beat
Faster and faster.
The silver,
Shining wings
Make a beautiful, delightful, gorgeous
Shine.
The silver,
Shining wings
Make you and me
Be alive.
Christopher R. and Philip P.
Oliver School |
As I look down the alley
I am making my choice
Should I walk down this alley?
Yes, I’ve made up my mind
It looks like a gaping mouth
Which swallows me in its darkness
I see rats, mice, and insects
All scurrying away from me
This alley smells like garbage
Of rotten and disgusting things
I slowly get used to the smell
And realize it’s the opening
I come out and bless sunlight
And say bye-bye to darkness.
Yearahm A.
Sanborn School
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Frog, oh frog with your very long tongue
You’ll eat every fly in the sky
You’ll jump up
and
d
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n
You’ll turn aroun’
You’ll have a frown
Because there are no more flies in the sky.
Genesis D.
Wetherbee School |

Jessica A., Tenney Grammar School |

Ben R., Thomson School |
Children are playing out in the yard,
Swinging on swings and climbing on trees.
Running around while playing tag,
And doing whatever they please.
Bees are buzzing
Crickets are humming
And birds are singing a tune
Flowers are blooming and smelling sweetly,
And trees are giving off shade.
The grass is blowing gently and quietly,
Because of a warm day.
Mia D.
Kittredge School |
Selections from the 2007 Winter Edition of AppleSeed
Used by permission. All rights reserved. Selections last updated: 2/25/07 |

The artwork for the cover for the 2007 winter edition of AppleSeed was done by:
Connor
Thomson School
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It was wonderful,
It was great!
They did a lullaby
Which was sweet.
All the people were very neat.
And it made me go to sleep.
The music was great and sweet,
And the music went in my heart —
In me!
Johanny
Tarbox School
Howl, howl, swivel, swivel,
My fear of wind has just begun,
Slithering through the forest of green,
Making its way to my window,
Howling and sweeping and startling me,
I don’t know why you do this to me,
I do not know for sure,
Maybe you do it to everyone,
Maybe only to me,
Wind.
Emily
Sanborn School |
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Speeding, running, fast,
Feel leaves as I run on
Tasting bitter air
In the forest in backyard
Racing, racing, fast,
Wanting to be the fastest
Now retired to my bed
But in my dream I run on
Speeding, running, fast.
Ryan
Marsh Grammar School
They say my name is
Beautiful!
Then I say my name is
A Russian princess’s name
“Wow!” they say.
“I wish my name
was that cool!”
Annakarina
South Lawrence East Elementary School
Frisky, slippery, running up a tree, it’s a monkey that I see.
He can lie like a thief, and get you in disbelief.
Quick as a wink and a blink, his coat’s glossy and slick.
The trees are sticky as glue, but like a rat,
this chimp knows what to do.
Avoiding the tree’s trunk sap, like a fox and a trap.
Woodpeckers tap, while jaguars nap.
When this ape looks for bananas, he has a pig’s manners.
He’ll eat any he can see, then he’ll dance around the tree.
He’ll show off to the rest, while looking his best.
And for survival,
He’ll fight like a soldier until his son takes over.
What a happy funky monkey!
Alyssa
Comprehensive Grammar School
I see the dirt in my hand.
I taste the saltiness of the sea.
I hear my heart beating fast.
I touch the tears on my cheek.
I smell the daisies around me and know that it is done.
One More Person Gone
Gates
South Elementary School |

artwork by Arun
West Elementary School
Sometimes I stop and think,
What if I could make the basketball sink?
Like Paul Pierce, Larry Bird, or Robert Parish,
Just think, my name would be known for all to cherish.
If I could nail the game,
And be on my way to the Basketball Hall of Fame,
I would be famous and the crowd would all cheer…
“Dribble, shoot, take it to the net, have no fear!”
The game’s tied up, it’s up to me,
To score the winning shot for all to see.
My heart beats fast and my legs move faster,
I shoot the ball, I hope it’s not a disaster.
This is the life, playing the game,
And now, it’s my turn to be in the Hall of Fame!
Julia
Bancroft School |
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Dylan, Comprehensive Grammar School
Listen to Dylan's Flute Piece as an mp3 file
Listen to Dylan's piece played forwards, then backwards, and then forwards again
arranged as a four part cannon for marimba, recorder, voice and music box
an an mp3 file
Listen to the canon played 2 times faster
Listen to the canon played 4 times faster
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A computer without keys
The wind without a breeze
A laptop without Chris
A fork without a dish,
A printer without ink
Soap without a sink
A book without pages
A job without wages,
Cake without frosting
A ball without tossing
A shoe without a foot
A pot without soot,
A face without a smile
A machine without a dial
A bat without a ball
A jump without a fall,
The sky without sun
A book without fun
Sticks without ends
Me with no friends.
Christopher
High Plain Elementary School
Listen to Christopher read his poem
(.wav audio file)
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There once was a great ghastly ghost
Who thought he could scare people the most.
When visitors would come to call
Clinking and clanking he’d come down the
hall.
When in the kitchen to take a drink
He’d pop his head ghoulishly out of the sink.
In the den to warm yourself by the fireplace
He’d make it as cold as outer space.
Until in the bathroom mirror he did stare.
Screaming, he ran right out of there.
Kevin
Franklin School
Listen to Kevin read his story
(mp3 file)

artwork by Jordan
South Lawrence East Elementary School |
Speeding, running, fast,
Feel leaves as I run on
Tasting bitter air
In the forest in backyard
Racing, racing, fast,
Wanting to be the fastest
Now retired to my bed
But in my dream I run on
Speeding, running, fast.
Ryan
Marsh Grammar School
Listen to Ryan read his poem
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mp3 file)

photo by Alison
Franklin School
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Are you listening, baby bluebird,
For your mother carrying worms?
Your evening dinner flying through the woods.
Are you listening, baby bat,
For vibrations in the air, made from your screeches, high up there?
In the darkness you’ll see,
Echolocation is the key.
Are you listening, baby deer,
For predators far and near?
Their tracks in the mud,
Their scents in the air.
The rustle of leaves not too far behind,
On an autumn morning there’s so much to find.
The creatures of the forest are much aware,
To listen for sounds in the woods,
Here and there.
Amanda
Bancroft School
Listen to Amanda read her poem
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