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Inspires You?

Legacy Academy’s Literary and Art Magazine 2014

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!Muse Staff: !!

Peyton Baldwin-8th grade !

Kristy Hanson-8th grade !

Fran Hiserote-8th grade !

Catie Walter- 8th grade !

Caylynn Abbott- 7th grade !

Trent Jordan-7th Grade !

Kandyce Nelson-7th grade !

Sydney Reiber-7th grade !

Kayli Skaufel- 7th grade !

Talia Vernon-7th grade !

Sam Carriere- 6th grade

“Fall” photography Lindsey Machado 7th

“Horse” photography Hanna Richardson 6th

Staff Advisor- Amanda Ferguson

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Featured Artists in Alphabetical Order

!Peyton Baldwin 5, 9, 10, 13 Reilly Blakeslee 7, 10, Samantha Carriere 8, 11 Kristy Hanson 14 Aiko Harris 14 Fran Hiserote cover, 4, 5, 6, 12 Josh Johnson 11 Trent Jordan 14 Kendall Klein 11 Lindsey Machado 2, 7, 9, 12, 13 Sarah Marks 12 Desi Martz 7 Kandyce Nelson 6 Scott Portsche 8, 11 Sydney Reiber 4, 5, 9 Asara Reid 10, 12 Hannah Richardson 2, 14 Mallory Ricker 7 Kinley Roberts 9

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“Tiger” colored pencil Lily Siemens 6th Grade

“Glass” Sketchbook Express Sydney Reiber 7th Grade

“Celty“ Sketchbook Express Fran Hiserote 8th Grade

Page Done By: Kayli Skaufel

Art

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“Watching” Sketchbook Express! Sydney Reiber-7th

“The Doctor“ pencil and marker sketch Fran Hiserote- 8th

“Peacock“ Crayon Batik Peyton Baldwin 8th

Page By Fran Hiserote

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“The Tiger“ pencil sketch Kandyce Nelson- 7th

“Ana” pencil sketch Kayli Skaufel- 7th “Philosopher’s Stone“ pencil sketch !Fran Hiserote 8th!

Page Done by Kayli Skaufel

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Pantoum Reilly Blakeslee 8th !!!The sun soon rises With a tropical rush The early birds begin to cry Insects chirp inside the bush !With a tropical rush The fog rolls in The early birds begin to cry The sunlight dulls to a pin !The fogs rolls in Dampening the bright The sunlight dulls to a pin The clouds are strangling the light !Dampening the bright The trees seem to disappear The clouds are strangling the light The forest is unclear !The trees seem to disappear The small animals begin to creep The forest is unclear Predators hoping to catch a peek !The small animals begin to creep The mist begins to recede Predators hoping to catch a peek The sunlight is now readied !The mist begins to recede The early birds begin to cry The sunlight is now readied The sun soon rises

A Bird’s Melody!

Desi Martz 8th!!Lovely is the whistle of a bird and its tune!

Natural the rhythm does come!And the birds peaceful song in June!Is sweeter than the plumpest plum!Music lifts the spirit then saddens it !

Beats bring out the wild inside!It lights up a light and keeps it lit!

For the melody has lived and died!Inspiration is a flood and a few will drown !Have you not seen what is around you?!The note, the pitch, the chant, the sound!Will surely make your dreams come true!

Songs inspire you to shoot for the sky !They move you but are bigger,

they make you try!

“Waterfall” photography Mallory Ricker 6th

“Sparkler” photography Lindsey Machado 7th

POETRy

Page done by Peyton Baldwin

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What Freedom Means to Me Claire Townsend 7th !Freedom is the red white and blue The summertime pool The afternoon sun The happy Christmas morning The family gathered close The songs that we sing That joy that we have It’s all because of freedom And I am so glad !But freedom isn’t always free It’s not always happy There’s courageous people Who make it all happen The battle field blood The sorrow and pain The families that loose a loved one It’s all because of freedom here in our country !We’re the land of the free Because we’re the home of the brave So next time you smile Next time you sing Next time remember and hear freedom ring

“National Western 2014” photography Samantha Carriere 6th

!!Calgary

Scott Portsche 7th !

The cold breeze touches my face,

Abnormal snow flakes fall from the freezing

heavens, This constant weather makes

the city brace, During night city lights make it

very pretty, But at the crack of dawn the city

speaks, It speaks of a busy commute, !

The mountain ranges stand watching over this city,

And animals anxiously appear to adore it, A prairie stands along the city limits,

Where buffalo roam and graze, Many buildings tower over apartments,

Where the sun cannot blaze, !What a wonderful town this is,

Where nature blooms and blossoms, But of course you have to really visit there yourself,

Or else you won't feel the magic.

Page Done by Peyton Baldwin

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“Snow Flakes” photography !Lindsey Machado 7th

Angels Kinley Roberts 6th

!I believe in angels,

The kind that,

Heaven sends

I’m surrounded

By angels,

But I call them

Friends.

Snow Peyton Baldwin 8th

White fluffs of snow fall from above,

I feel the kiss of ice as one lands on my cheek.

They fall with silence

Refusing to make a noise

The wind soon joins and blows

I lose my way and can not see

Winter’s weapon of cold force

Snow is both beautiful and mysterious

“Owl” Sydney Reiber 7th

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Why Do I Sing? Peyton Baldwin 8th !

It's the pounding of my heart, As I walk on stage. The butterflies in my stomach, Start to flutter away. I try to pretend I am all alone, I close my eyes and I'm at home. But when I look into the crowd And see hundreds of people staring back, I take a deep breath and I...... Free myself from my anxiety, I let everything I am feeling go. When I sing I don't think. It feels like I am in a dream, That none of this is happening. When I finish and hold out the last note, The crowd erupts like a volcano in applause. I give a smile and hold back what I feel, I don't sing because I love the stage, I don't sing just because I can. I sing because when I do, I am lifted away, Singing brings me joy that I have never felt before, When I sing I feel like I belong.

!The Art of Poetry!Reilly Blakeslee 8th!!!

A poem is like a vacation!It refreshes the reader!

And is something that they enjoy!Slowly, softly soothing the soul!!

It takes you to a whole new world!One that is different every time!You experience new cultures, climates, and traditions!Within one small page!!

You never want it to end!You never want to return to normal life,!

You want to stay forever in that balmy, blissful place!Where dreams are made and lives are changed

“Rose” photography! Asara Reid 6th

Page done by Catie Walter

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Wichita, Kansas!Josh Johnson!!Hot, dry, windy plains!blow through the fender well!of a truck.!!When I get out of the !house, I can ride as far as I !can see.!!The sweet, sweet smell of !fresh burnt gas and the !sound of crop dusters. !!The smell of a lake with!fish that needs to be!harvested and put on the !table for food.!!The look of the grass in !the wind is like an ocean!wave.

“Amy’s Faith” photography Samantha Carrier 6th

Glory Land ! Kendall Klein 8th!!Corn filled fields far as an ocean!The smell of horses fill the air!Working, busily in motion!!Mountains and trees enveloping the house!Fences blocking out the city noise!Horses nicker as I approach!Summer sun now gone away!As I come out to play!!Rough corn cutting my legs as I pick the husks!My brother coming out as the calming sun slips away!Saying to hurry as I run his way!A rainbow of color flooding the scene before me!Leaving behind an ocean of yellow!!Brown billowing dust serving as a road!Swarms of meadowlarks and crows hum in the evening sun!The sweet smell of newly fallen rain on wet grass!A glorious evening is done!!Like deer on high alert the morning comes up abruptly !An assortment of color glowing in the window!A new day has erupted!

POET LAND!Scott Portsche 7th !!

Have you ever wanted to know,!Where a poet really goes? !Well there’s a land no one knows,!It’s where your imagination flows.!!There are cherry-chewing canaries chirping,!And fields of flowers blooming,!But don’t forget the poet,!Who ventures around it, !The person who writes the letters, !Who creates this wonderful land.!!And if you ever wanted to journey to this place,!Get a paper, pencil and a place of space,!Where you can begin to write,!Write to begin,!And venture into this wonderful world

Page by Sydney Reiber

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The  Artist  Sarah  Marks  7th    !

Strokes  move  freely  like  melodies,    Words  as  8ine  as  a  portrait  No  8law,  fake,  or  phony  A  piece  of  majestic  symphonies  Simple  pleasures  for  a  group  of  great  mass    Worlds  of  magical  color  sustain  your  soul  !Rainbows  spilling  from  her  palette  like  words  spilling  from  the  mind  Brushing  descriptions  like  writing  a  picture  Remembering  memory  from  long  ago  Words  of  passion  hope  and  truth  Clouds  rolling  in  like  her  anger  rushes  on  to  paper  !From  blank  to  a  new  creation  Happiness  silliness  and  joy  Rivers  of  8lowing  trout  as  the  words  come  out.  All  creates  a  picture:  a  sign  of  coming,  gone,  arrived    ! The

Wind Francesca Hiserote 8th

!Poetry is the wind

It takes the reader far away Colourful details follow right beside It can leave all those who read it In a whirlwind of emotions It can swoop one to their greatest fantasy Or whisk them to their greatest fear Words might appear as if they are swiftly swirling In an angry vortex of alliteration

It has a rhythmic beat As does the wind up against the tree

Leaves are thrown from forest trees As the last line in the poem

Draws an end to the storm

“Drops” photography Lindsey Machado 6th

Page done by Sydney Reiber

“Sunset” photography Asara Reid 6th

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To My Mother Peyton Baldwin 8th !You have been with me since the start. You know me like no other, And taught me true beauty comes from the heart. You picked me up when I fell down, And held my hand when the road was rough. Together we have traveled all around, You comfort me when life is tough. To all the moms out there, Who sit on the sidelines at all our games. And show the deepest love and compassion. Moms are proud of who they became, You show us how to have fun. Every day and every night, You inspire us to be who we want. My greatest hero and that is true, Moms all over, we love you.

NATURE Claire Townsend 7th !

Mountains loom in the distance Wild flowers bloom like drops of color The lake is covered in fog from the morning The warm wind blows through my hair The dirt begins to fly, the motor roars The classic columbine color teases my eyes The tires roll over the road The land black from the fires The deer run and jump the creek Behind the trees the squirrels peek !I bump along the the long dirt road I can almost taste that chocolate milk I finally make it to the high way I am so hungry my family knows The little houses start to glow !Waking up from a deep sleep

“Snowfall” photography Lindsey Machado 7th Grade

Page done by Peyton Baldwin and Sydney Reiber

“Butterfly” photography Lindsey Machado 7th

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DenverKristy Hanson 8th!The warm air sweeps over me!As I walk down the streets !The smell of food!That makes me hungry!Downtown Denver is the place I love to go!!People walking down the streets!Talking really loud!A lady with her dog !Talking on her phone!!Graffiti stains the walls!In the alleys!With trash cans as their company!The light rail zooms by!!A big city !That I still have to explore

Ode to My JacketAiko Harris 8th!Lewis Larry bought me !A bright blue jacket !So warm and comfy!Like a portable heater !Or a cloud of comfort!As cozy as a fireplace !Bright as the baby blue sky !Like a precipitation protector!And holder of memories!I wore it everywhere !Until one day it disappeared !The luxurious inside!Such a shame to loose!But while I had it!I enjoyed it very much

Memory PoemTrent Jordan 7th!Out in a field!Pass by pass !Turning dirt over !Looking forward to harvest !And this years crop !Cut wheat, cut corn !Hope that this year isn't a bust !Make sure the job is done right !Never look back go forward and plant seed !Make sure to be lined up!Have fun job of choice !No farms no food !Life is short farm first !Spending life in a field !Never leave your dream farm for life

“Horse” photography Hannah Richardson 6th

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