Heat, heat, it’s awesome

Heat makes people warm and hot

The sun is quite hot

The name of my town is Lebanon, NH.  The town was named this because there is a tree named Lebanon which was popular a long time ago.  My town began in 1761.  Here are some things I know about those early years in my town.  There were two major fires.  Now my town is 254 years old.

My family came to this town in December, 2009.  My family has lived in this town for almost five years.  I have seen these changes in my town while I have lived here.  A house was built next door.  DHMC made a new location on Heater Road.  Here are some ways I think my town might change in the next twenty years.  There might be a Target, a new restaurant, a new high school, and a Starbucks.

In Lebanon, NH, on May 10th, 1887, a major fire started.  It destroyed approximately eighty buildings.  After the fire, woolen factories replaced furniture factories in the city.  The second major fire started in an abandoned blacksmith shop on June 19th, 1964.  Mill Street burned completely.  The fire was deliberately set by Albert Healey (21) and a friend.  Albert Healey rolled up a rug and set it on fire.  Albert was in prison for eight years.  The total cost of the damage from the fire was approximately three million dollars.  After the fire, new pedestrian malls were built, along with new streets, bridges, and traffic systems.  Those fires changed Lebanon to what it is today!

My name is Abigail.  I like to sled in the winter, race boats in the spring and summer, and jump in leaf piles in the fall.  I live in New Hampshire.

At sunset, a cool wind blows.  The last of the birds fly to their nests.  The rabbits crawl into their burrows.  The turkeys fly into the trees to rest.  Good night!  Good night!

Day!  The speckled deer prances about.  A turkey gobbles.  “Gobble, gobble.”  The water flows smoothly over the rocks.  A bird tweets.  It is singing to the trees swaying in the wind.  The baby deer play in the field, celebrating the day.

At sunrise the birds are stirring.  The first one wakes.  “Tweet, tweet,” it calls.  The sky’s a wonder.  It’s deep purple and blue.  The grass is jeweled with crystal clear, sparkly dew.  The land is covered with diamonds of dew and light.

It’s dawn.  The animals are snoring.  ZZzzzzzz.  The creek water tinkles by.  A rosy sky appears.  The stars are very few now.  The pine trees are damp with dew.  A maple smell floats in the air.

The navy sky shadows the land.  The stars are like holes in the night sky.  A moon trail in front of me is a path to adventure.  What is down it?  Nobody knows.  The tree’s shadows are towering over me.  Coyotes howl, howl, howl in the night.  The owls hoot.  They are guardians of the night.

Shoots of pink dance through periwinkle sky.  The dewy smell of soaked leaves from last fall floats through the air.  I hear peepers calling, calling through the evening air.  Gobbling turkeys are prowling.  The speckled deer prance through the fields, hunting for food now that the snow has melted.  The spring air smells like fresh pine.  It is twilight now.