14 furry baby quail scurrying around their pen. The light of the heat lamp shines down on them like an artificial sun, Warming their growing feathers for future flight. As days go by they get stronger and stronger. Soon we (4B) will set them free in the great outdoors to search for a new home.
Ode to a Lost Quail
A month goes by and every egg starts to shake.
One by one they all hatch except for you! You stay in that dark
shell for you have no strength to break out. You are slowly dying
for you don't have any food, and as days go by your eyelids get
heavier and heavier. Then all of a sudden they shut and you die.
Your soul drifts up to heaven where you meet other quail who
had the same tragedy as you. Everything you think about is what
the world would have looked like, and what the rays of the sun
hitting your wings would feel like. You will never know because
you're dead!!!
by
Robby
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This project designed and implemented by Julia Blumenreich, for the fourth grade students of Germantown Academy. Page design and technical assistance furnished by Carol Siwinski, Curricular Technology Specialist.
