A new book

2021-22 6th Grade Public Purpose Books

Narrow ruled paper

I miss the sand. It is a barren land splattered with red, orange and gold. The land is not bare, but sprinkled with sand. We rode in that not barren land. How I miss that red and orange sand.&nbsp;

I miss the kitten, the one that was always by my side. Just like you were. The one I gave away so that it could have a better life. I miss that black and white kitten.

Tomorrow I will come back! We will ride, and we will finally be in the sunshine.&nbsp; -penny

I miss the trees, the old miserable trees. As we walked slowly by, I heard its misery. Longing to set it free, I put a green leaf on that dying old tree. How I miss it, that old miserable tree.&nbsp;

Dear Popatop is a true story about the letters that I wrote to my horse, Popatop. I had visited a ranch and rode Popatop for 5 days strait. I do really miss him, and my diary is not to diary, but to Popatop. I remember all these thing from my trip. This is a book that I love because it has a story that goes with mine.

I am missing the saddle, the tough strong saddle. Wistfully, thinking about the way that it never let me slide away from you, until the day I had to leave it behind... Oh how I miss the&nbsp;tough strong saddle.&nbsp;

I am missing the cactus, oh the beautiful tall cactus. I miss their shadows lingering on my face as we rode past together. Oh how I am missing the tall tall cactus.

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Remembering the sun, the one that sets at night, the one that grows the old dying grass, the tall tall cactus, and the old miserable tree. The one that shines on my saddle, and lights the way for a cat. Heats up the red and orange sand, and leaves so that we could see the lights at night.&nbsp;

You were a great horse. I miss riding with you at the end of the day, I am sorry I had to move away. I miss seeing the beautiful Arizona sunsets. Bewildered, I would stare at the&nbsp; red and the gold. How I miss seeing that sun at the end of the day.

I miss the grass. When we would go into the desert and run together, every time we would go up a hill, you would stop to eat it. How I miss that old dying grass.

I miss the light at night. The moon and the stars are bright, and have shine that nothing else could have. They show the way at the darkest of night, just like you did for me. How I miss that light at night.&nbsp;

Dedicated to Popatop, for being the best horse I could have, and the children at Headstart, who will hopefully enjoy my book and remember to always value friendships .

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