| Student Work |  | My Painting
Unsure of what to do next
I doodled a picture so bright
it could be bought. My painting
was shining like a golden star.
The teacher asked me what I
was doing. Panicking I hid you
in my desk. Just organizing
I replied. The light of my painting
shined through the cracks in my
desk, blinding me with light.
The teacher said, "what is that?"
I answered, "just a painting."
Gloomily I showed him.
He fainted from the light.
Emma Poirier, Grade Four, 2008-2009
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