KIDS CORNER - The Buffalo News (Buffalo, NY)

Treasuring summer

I remember:

The sun shining on my face.

The thoughts that drift along in my mind.

Riding a bike along a never-ending road.

Smelling the freshly cut grass.

Wishing for something that couldn't be granted.

Lying alone in a field thinking to myself, life is good.

Trying to touch a star that you know you can't.

The endless day that was once present but now past.

-- Matt Shiesley, 12,

Williamsville

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Sayanora swallowed salad

in Shreveport

Scheherazade smelled something

smelly in Switzerland

Syania sat on a shark

while savoring starfish

Sorlane was shy in Spain

Shannon sung in the shower

Susie saw skittles in her

spaghetti

-- Ajalon Williams, Buffalo

Love

Love can be warm

Love can be cold.

Love can be new

Love can be old.

These are my feelings

Now I have told.

-- Holly Tomasello, 10,

Williamsville

Toys and toys

Toys, toys

Won't you play with my toys.

I wish you would

I wish you could.

Would you, could you

Play with me?

-- Bryan Szarletta, 9,

Williamsville

Butterflies

Butterflies are all different

Colors like red, pink, yellow, orange and green

They fly about everywhere

You know what I mean

The one I found is very pretty

Sometimes he looks very silly

He flies around everywhere

Showing off his stripes of pink and red

He flies off in front of my friends

He's showing off I think

-- Cara Petrucci, 7, Buffalo

The so-called game

Some say it's just a game,

To me it's life

Hockey

The true sport of life,

we need no cheerleaders just our sticks, skates and souls

Gliding, shooting, passing, checking and the always present

SCORE!!

The sweet sensation of scoring, and the feeling of coldness

when you walk into the rink

and tie up your skates

Getting up at 6 in the morning just to practice

The sweat pouring

down your face,

the burn in your muscles from

pushing your body past the limit,

Hockey

The tournaments, getting less than seven hours of sleep

Having the last game of the tourney come to a shoot-out

Scoring the winning goal

of the shoot-out and

being presented with

the gorgeous trophy

Hockey

When the whistle blows it is no more fun and games

IT IS LIFE!!

Hockey

-- Joey Gawlak, 13, Clarence

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