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Text Box: Eyes In The Night By: Sara D.

Text Box:         I  woke up in the middle of the night and slowly and silently tiptoed through the house to the back door. I carefully opened the door and crept on to the back porch. When I looked into the woods I saw two glowing eyes staring at me and the house. I wasn’t sure what the eyes belonged to so I walked down the steps and into the back yard. As I edged closer the eyes began to inch towards the ground. I got closer and closer. Then when I was about fifteen feet away the eyes vanished and I listened closely but didn’t hear any footsteps in the leaves. So I went back in to bed.         That next day I went out to the dried up creek that is now mud to see if I could find any animal footprints. I saw some mysterious prints but couldn’t get close enough to see what they belong to because of the prickly leaves stabbing my barefoot.  This was the strangest night of all. In the middle of the night I crept outside on the back porch to see if it was there. It was there...again. I went back in to the front porch and snuck around the house with a flashlight. It didn’t see me but I saw it sitting there staring at the house like at any second it would attack it. I was five feet away from it and could see the general shape of its body but couldn’t tell what animal it was. Then is saw me. It’s eyes  quickly lowered and then vanished. I shined  my flashlight everywhere but couldn’t find it. It vanished without one crackle of a leaf under its foot. I didn’t know what it was that night and still don’t to this day. 

Text Box: Welcome to my page! I hope you enjoy the stories and poems! Text Box: Fairytale Gardens By: Sara D.

Text Box: In the Fairytale Gardens where the children play Hundreds and hundreds of flowers lay Where the waterfalls flow and the flower buds bloom The Fairytale Gardens are to me and you. Text Box: The Magic Railroads By: Sara D.

Text Box: As I run across the tracks the water squirts up The deep roaring waterfall pours into the ground The train is coming and the water is pouring It washes it off to a clean black shine and it goes on its way for me to resume my play.

Text Box: Waterfalls By: Sara D. Text Box: The cool, clear, beautiful waterfall Is relaxing and refreshing Splashing and Flowing Rising and Falling Sliding, gliding, rolling and crashing Steam rising from the smooth but rocky bottom smells of life The rocks talk and laugh with the voices of children who used to play.

Text Box: Nature Poems Text Box: Nature Poems Mystery StoryText Box: Construction By: Sara D. Dedicated to my dad    

Text Box: As I sit on the metal stairs  of Construction I see the dirt and bricks All around and the men walking around With blood and sweat pouring down Their faces.   I hear the drills, hammers and the Buzz of machines I hear the men talking and yelling over The noises of all the tools and Machines of construction.   I smell the sweat that rolls down the Faces of the men working in the hot Sun The dust and dirt floating around in The air as they walk I see, hear and smell it I live in construction.