by Mackenzie K.
If I were a sculptor
I’d sculpt a portrait
Of a dragon
To do a proper job
I’d use marble and stone
From Mother Nature
For his back
I’d need a large snow covered slope
From the Alps
For spikes I’d use
Rocks as sharp as knives
For overlapping scales
I’d peel bark
From a great oak
I’d sculpt his claws
Like sharp scissors
With fir needles
His tail would be
Forked
Like a snake's tongue
For his head,
Titanium
And tree trunks
His eyes would
Glitter
Like a dancing fire
But I’d keep the best for last
For his hot breath
I’d use
Fire ants, peppers, rubies,
And the light and heat from the sun.
Exemplary Writing Project, 2012-13 ● Nottingham Elementary School ● Arlington, VA
by Mackenzie K.
My earliest memory is riding my dog. I remember climbing up our
leather couch. I was two then so it was a little bit of a challenge. I
remember pushing my self up the couch. It felt smooth against my skin.
When I got to the top, I did a silent cheer in my head. Then I saw my
golden retriever, Wiley. I thought this is the perfect chance!
“Wiley’s right up against the couch,” I thought. “So it’s really easy
to climb on top of him, unlike last time when he was a foot away and my
parents had to help me. Now I want to do it on my own.”
I put my hands on his soft coat of fur swinging my legs over him.
When I took my hands off him, I saw fur, fur, and fur on my hands
because he sheds like crazy. Then,
I pushed him forward and he
started walking slowly
I was so happy just parading
on his back.
Exemplary Writing Project, 2012-13 ● Nottingham Elementary School ● Arlington, VA