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Tuesday, March 1, 2016

Iditarod - "The Last Great Race," Sat., March 5th, 2016

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A future Clevelander was the hero of the run that inspired the Iditarod. Or so legend has it.
The Iditarod Trail Sled Dog Race first ran to Nome in 1973, in honor of the route that was Alaska's central artery when dog team was the main means of travel. The trail's last burst of glory came in 1925, when serum delivered by a relay of teams saved icebound Nome from a diphtheria epidemic.
Musher Leonhard Seppala and his lead dog, Togo, ran the longest and most dangerous leg of the six-day, 674-mile relay. But it was Gunnar Kaasen, blinded by a raging blizzard, who drove the final two legs behind his lead dog, Balto. They won worldwide fame.
Two years later, Cleveland businessman George Kimble found Balto and his team tied to a sled, underfed and abused, in a "dime museum" sideshow in Los Angeles. Outraged, he organized a campaign with The Plain Dealer that saw school kids raise $2,000 in 10 days to buy the dogs.
A month later, Cleveland gave the team a heroes welcome and parade, and a fitting home at the Brookside (now Metroparks) Zoo. After Balto died in March 1933, his body was mounted and given to the Cleveland Museum of Natural History, where it remains.
In Alaska, Togo is considered "the true heroic lead dog of the run," musher Emil Churchin said. "To some, Balto had more of a purebred look and enjoyed people. Others say Balto's owner was more savvy, and Seppala was bitter that Togo didn't get the fame. Togo looks scrawny in comparison, but Togo is more like the modern racing dog." 
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(Source) The Plain DealerA mounted Balto in the exhibit at the Cleveland Museum of Natural History.

Tuesday, February 23, 2016

A Nature Poem by a Bastion Student and a Heads Up to National Poetry Month in April



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                  “COLOURS OF THE MEADOWS”                                     
                                                                     
Rainbows bloom throughout the meadows;
each petal has its say.
Some will fall and some will stay,
but the smartest one will flow
with the wind.

By Kate, grade 5, Feb., 2016


National Poem in Your Pocket Day, April 21, 2016
In 2002, as part of New York City’s National Poetry Month celebration, the Office of the Mayor, in partnership with the New York City Departments of Cultural Affairs and Education, initiated Poem in Your Pocket Day, a time for New York City residents to select a poem, carry it with them, and share it with others throughout the day (Poets.org). 
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National Poetry Month is APRIL
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“It’s NOT Cool” a poem by Bastion students

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“It’s NOT Cool”
Bullying is not cool.
It’s actually quite cruel.
Calling names and laughing out loud,
Taking and breaking,
i want to say Go Away!
But I’m scared.
What would they do?


They could hurt my sister too.
Scared, alone, no clue what to do.
The bell has gone; I’m headed home.
Yet not alone.
Should I tell?


So I’ve told my mom.
She has taken care of the bullying.
At last it has stopped.
I’m having fun at school now,
and people actually think I’m
Pretty cool!


By Camryn and Brooklyn, grade 5, Feb, 2016








Monday, February 22, 2016

The Screech Owls Series, Fiction

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travis lindsayTeam captain, Travis Lindsay, takes us on tour with the Screech Owls as they compete around the world. Not even sabotage, theft, murder, kidnapping, or terrorism can keep the Owls away. 


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Anti-bullying Poetry

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This anonymously written poem about bullying called “Shame” describes what it feels like to be an unwilling bully. 
Shame
There’s a girl at school
We teased today
Made jokes and called her names
My friends all laughed
Called it harmless fun
Said it was just a game
But now I’m home
Feeling terrible inside
Long gone that thoughtless grin
How will I face her
Tomorrow at school?
I wish I hadn’t joined in.
Some bullies are not really bullies deep down; instead, they feel an overwhelming need to be accepted by a group of their peers, usually due to low self-esteem or fear of being ostracized. Consequently, they will follow the group even though they know what they are doing is wrong and later feel even worse about themselves upon reflecting on their actions.

My Mom and Me
It used to be I’d hop out of bed,
So eager to start my day.
But times have changed. I ask my mom,
“Can I stay home from school today?”

I find a lot of grounds,
To justify my stance.
I plead, I beg, I frown,
I do a little dance.

“My ears, they ache. My tummy’s sore.
”I blow my nose and cough some more.
“What are these spots upon my chest?”
I wheeze. I sneeze. I do my best.

My Mom sits down beside my bed.
“You are not sick.” I turn bright red.
I know she hates it when I lie.
She’d understand if she knew why.

So should I tell her of my woes?
And will it change things if she knows?
I fear she’ll only make things worse.
If I don’t tell her, I think I’ll burst.

And so I tell her of the clique.
The girls who say that I’m a “geek”.
I tell of giggles,
The whispers,
The rumors.
I talk of their spite,
They cruel sense of humor.

And …

It feels so good to vent.
Although it’s so private.
I talk and talk.
My Mom’s very quiet.

She says to me gently,“
I’m terribly sorry.”
We hug and we cry.
We go over my story.

Together we look at the things we can do.
I’m no longer alone; we have a plan too.
I think I can face being teased and harassed.
With Mom on my side, my power is vast.
by Andrea Wilson