Monday Poem about the Clark Fork River

The Clark Fork River by Aubrey, Paxson 4th Grade I live next to the Clark Fork. At night, the sound of the water crashing on the smooth, slimy rocks acts like a lullaby. Every morning I have a temptation to go there, but my mom says it’s too dangerous right now....

A Monday Poem on Tuesday

I Am From by Rhiannon EagleSpeaker Browning, Montana, where Indians roam the town, where every little arrow shoots in the sky. I’m the Yellow flower on the tippy-top of the mountain in Glacier Park. Where otters turn into women and men. Where the spirits of life...

A Recipe for Love

by Gabby, Lewis & Clark Elementary School, 4th Grade, Missoula, Montana   First, take the heart and stir in that little bit of magic. Beat the laughter until smooth, simmer until warm. Let the heart rise to double in size. Sprinkle that twinkle in your eye....