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The Jennie McNeil Society Children of the American Revolution
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2004 J.A.C. Contest Winners
2nd Grade – Art “Stamp
Kendall Morgan Crane 4th Grade – Creative Expression “Poem”
On sea and land, together we stand From lady liberty’s torch to the ocean blue We are united from Texas to Maine And we know now that we’re all the same.
People black and white, come here every night To this united land with hopes so grand Our land is just so beautiful in sun and in the rain From purple mountain majesties to amber waves of grain.
Freedom was not here for you Until the day the cannons blew We fought with courage oh so brave Knowing that our hearts would be saved.
If our ancestors could see us now They would be, oh so proud.
6th Grade – Creative Expression “Poem”
8th Grade -
Creative Expression “Poem”
This nation reminds me Of a box of crayons Held preciously in the palms Of peoples hands.
All are different colors. All have different names. Standing next to one another, Different but yet still crayons the same.
Some are worn down. Some remain brand new. Some have been lost. And some have broken in two.
We all create a picture, Working side by side. All living in a place Where no one is denied.
All serving a purpose In each other’s space. Mixing and matching, Blending the problems we face.
All are so very close, But yet so far apart. Coloring who they are And what is held in their hearts.
We all live together, Avoiding confrontation. Being the brightest box of crayons, We are the many people, Of one United Nation.
6th Grade - “Short Story” “Truth” As I wrote this paper, I had no idea where to start, but then I noticed that the television was on. I realized that that very moment when my little brother was watching the TV and I was on the computer that there was a small child somewhere in the world looking through a trash can trying to find food or a father working in an oil field to provide food for his family. That realization also made me realize how fortunate America is with its television and computers and things, but then I remembered my mother always telling me that all that matters is that you have a family and I realized that some small children don’t even have that and they have to support themselves. As you may recall in Jerusalem and Israel there are children walking to school with bullet proof vests on with fear of their lives but then there are those kids who do not go to school who are unwanted in their home town. America, almost all of the children in America can go to a school and graduate and get a career. How can it possibly be so that around the world there are kids in America that are watching the clock waiting for school to get out at three. Children around the world have no family or food and most kids in America have never known one day of hunger or pain. There are so many people in America that everyone learns to take care of one another and give up their belongings for others when around the world people can pass dying children on the streets. People are always welcome in America and have freedom of everything including religion unlike Islam where if even the smallest child is caught believing another religion they could be prosecuted. In America we have the strongest army and in countries like Iraq have no protection of their country what-so-ever. Now I write this essay with much ease as I walk into my room all I can help but do is say to myself hmm that lamp is probably not owned by anyone in China or there is probably a Egyptian girl who wants that more than I do. Even as I look around my house I can tell that only a few other countries around the world have the things that I have. Then I walk outside and see all of the houses in my neighborhood and then I imagine what kind of houses other kids around the world have, maybe straw or hay or maybe even no home. As I write this poem it is hard for me to end but I must go to bed in my nice electric heated bed when other children are going to bed with no blankets or maybe even not a bed. I think I will sleep on the floor tonight.
Rachelle Ann Reneau 7th Grade – Art “Stamp”
7th Grade - Creative Expression “Poem”
As I comb and brush my hair, I think about what to wear. When I get to school, I see bullies being cruel.
We all think life is great, While some people live under a crate. What has America come to be, From fish to the birds singing in a tree. It started with the Pilgrims standing tall, Now all you see is a shopping mall.
People are different from personalities to color, Some are quiet and some can holler. Whatever our differences are we will over come, Even if it means to kick a countries bum.
We have great leaders that we have chose, Even the firemen with the hose. They help us in a special way, When they have to scoop up hay.
America is great with all our colors, That is what unites us all as brothers. Thank you for your hope, spirit, and time, You’re the won who helps me rhyme.
Sloan
1st Grade – Art “Stamp”
7th – Creative Expression “Short Story”
Hi! My name is Hannah and this is my story. Quite awhile ago my family was preparing to sail many miles to reach this place called America. I have been packing my things for several days. We boarded the rikedy wooden boat on a rather foggy Friday afternoon. While on the ship we slept below the deck in a large room with many other people. Although it was a tight space we all managed to stay warm during the night. Mama had also knitted a blanket just for me, since I was the only child. Each day I had been looking forward to arriving in New York. It’s so boring around here. I haven’t seen another child from what seems to be forever. Then I finally heard a skinny sailor cry out land ahoy. Excited, I ran to the front of the boat. Mama and papa were right behind me, but so was everyone else. I was afraid that I might fall down and get stepped on. With all those visions racing through my mind, the most thrilling moment was when I saw a huge statue in the water. As our boat slowly simmered over the graceful ocean water I was thinking of how beautiful she was. Especially when I saw her reflection in the water. As soon as I took my eyes off the statue, I saw tons of boats coming into view. We’re so close I shouted to my parents. Once my worn boat arrived at the port. I got off that boat as soon as I could. Once we were off there seemed to be hundreds of people in the streets. There were some women selling vegetables that their husbands must have grown. Then I finally saw children playing and having fun. I wanted to go out into the street and play too, but my mother wouldn’t let me. Along with the people there were many buildings. Some had smoke flowing out. They were all different sizes. Some square. Some wide. Others were smaller with less smoke. 4 YEARS LATER ….. I am now 14 years old. We live in a house out in the boonies. That’s how my mother expresses it. I also go to a school in a nearby town. Besides what I have done in school, the past few years I have accomplished many things. One, is when I helped my father make a wooden table and chairs. Which I am quite fond of. When I sit down in my chair I still get a splinter or two in my body. The next accomplishment is when last summer I learned how to sew. Now I have sewn my own blanket together. I used pink floral fabric. That project took me several months to finish. Over the past few years many people have gone by our house whether they’re traveling by train, wagon, or walking. I now wonder how many people are living in our nation. This nation has given my family and many others a hopeful and cheerful childhood, which we will remember till the day we die.
8th Grade
– Art “Stamp”
8th – Creative Expression “Short Story”
America is a very diverse country, full of many races and religions, but it seems as if every one is lumped into one big stereotype. That is not how America was meant to be. The individuals of diverse ethnic groups are what truly shaped America into what it is today. When people ask what race you are, what do you tell them? Is it Spanish, African, European, or Asian? Is there really a race in America? Let the truth be known, we are all American. Individualism is what makes America, America. We are all people with the same yearning for acceptance; all that separates us is a language of color. With so many people and so much space, it is hard to learn about different cultures. People are people, not groups; we have names for a reason. Different cultures aided America with some of the most complex decisions. For example, where would we be without the “Emancipation Proclamation”? The answer is nowhere. Cultures add more than you think. Because of what they learned from their cultures, they can gain wisdom from their trial, and errors. Different cultures influence America for a better tomorrow. Individualism is how America was formed. By trial and error, we decided our laws with the help of many different cultures. America is the true melting pot of the world; everyone is welcome, and few are turned away. Culture and individualism are always influencing us, making us better, for an improved tomorrow. Without individualism and culture, where would we be? We would not be America; one nation, many people.
6th Grade Art “Poster” This is a wonderful poster but is too large to post.
Max
Valentine 6th Grade – Art “Banner” This is a wonderful banner but is too large to post.
7th Grade – Art “Poster” This is a wonderful poster but is too large to post.
2004 Good Citizen Contest Winners in Weld County
Homeschool student wins essay contest with old English story about Columbus
Ivy Vogel, Greeley Tribune
Interested in the history of her country, Katherine got on the Internet and
sifted through a 15-page paper about Columbus. "What
really interested me was the fact that the queen and king sent him to
convert all of the people to Christianity," she said. "I'd never thought of
that before." Religion
isn't a new topic of interest for Katherine. It's something she's always
enjoyed. Several
religious publications have encouraged Katherine to write for them, said
Daniel Martin, Katherine's father. Although
Katherine enjoys writing about her faith, she doesn't know if she wants to
pursue writing as more than a hobby. She wants to go to nursing school when
she graduates in the spring. "I hope
writing helps Katherine expand herself." said Martin. "If it's a hobby or a
career or whatever, I want her to go where she wants to go." |
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