Chestnut Hill Academy
Philadelphia, PA
5th Grade

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My Dream for the World

My dream for the world…

looks as delicious as a cheese steak nachos when you’re starving,

feels as orange and fuzzy as a peach,

sounds as joyful as bells on Christmas Day,

smells as juicy as a Granny Smith apple when you first cut it,

tastes as grateful as custard when you first get it.

Terence J.

The World of My Dreams

The world of my dreams…

looks as rich as melted chocolate before you put it on pretzels,

feels as warm as Mom’s warm hugs and kisses,

sounds as peaceful as the ocean breeze against your face,

smells as silky as roses when they first bloom,

tastes as sweet as apple pie and ice cream after it comes out of the oven.

Terence J.

My Dream for the World

My dream for the world…

looks as colorful and vibrant

as a golden, purple and green tie-dyed shirt springing with life,

feels as amazing as a leprechaun sprinkling gold from a rainbow

looking over the world,

sounds as harmonic as a wave crashing into a white sand beach,

smells as peaceful as a walnut roasting and crackling over

an open fire in the twilight.

Dustin W.

My Dream for the World

My dream for the world…

looks as peaceful as if everyone is happy and graceful

and is at a place they love the most,

feels as lovely as if everyone were in gold heaven and peaceful,

sounds as harmonic as if angels were playing their harps

and spreading purple magic dust over the world,

smells as joyful as a colorful rainbow crowning the world

and dropping yellow pots of gold,

tastes as chocolaty with a red cherry on top

as everyone gets their most favorite dessert.

Johnny H.

The World of My Dreams

The world of my dreams…

looks as graceful and joyful as ginormous blue whales

spurting water out of their sparkling spouts

and the water turning into all of the amazing things I can think of,

feels as heavenly as if I had a golden angel that would grant me

every responsible wish I could think of,

sounds as Mozartish as if Mozart would play his most delightful pieces forever in my mind,

smells as thankful and deserving as if the world would never

get rid of the orange cheese on cheese steak

or the rich chocolate sauce on any dessert,

tastes as peaceful as if I were eating the dessert I just told you about.

Johnny H.

My Dream for the World

My dream for the world…

looks as sugary sweet, dark and rich

as chocolate cake with ice cream and whipped cream served warm,

feels as whistling as a silver flute playing on a summer night,

sounds as brick red as a piece of pizza

from Mama’s Pizza still hot from the oven,

smells as transparent as a massive snow-white cloud on a breezy day,

tastes as bright yellow as the sun in Jamaica on a clear day.

G A.

The World of My Dreams

The world of my dreams…

looks as delicious and wonderful as Thanksgiving food,

feels as joyful as the first day of summer break,

sounds as relaxing as the slap of waves against the hull of a ship,

smells as colorful and juicy as my grandmother’s cooking,

tastes as savory as mashed potatoes and gravy.

G A.

My Dream for the World

My dream for the world…

looks as joyful as two boys in orange playing football,

feels as soft as a white happy bunny,

sounds as crackling as a huge orange and red fire,

smells as mouth-watering as a chocolate chip cookie right out of the oven,

tastes like an orange being squeezed in your mouth.

John O.

The World of My Dreams

The world of my dreams…

looks as peaceful and relaxing as a bright blue, purple and yellow

rainbow on a warm July day,

feels as warm and cuddly as a crackly warm pillow,

sounds as delicious as eating a fresh donut with baby blue icing,

smells as mouth-watering as sizzling bacon,

tastes as chocolate as a milk chocolate Hershey bar

melting and slushing in your mouth.

John O.

My Dream for the World

My dream for the world…

looks as red as roses in my garden

and as pink as petunias,

feels as soft as silk on a cloud

and as peaceful as a peach,

sounds as soothing as songs on the radio

and as sweet as ripping open my presents,

smells as fresh as flowers in paradise

and as tasteful as sweet tarts,

tastes as if you just ate a round, ripe, red apple.

Matt R.

The World of My Dreams

The world of my dreams…

looks like Hawaii on a hot summer day,

feels like a cold ice cream cone in my hand,

sounds as sweet as the ice cream truck passing by

and then stopping for me,

smells as clean as fresh air flowing in the wind,

tastes as cold as water ice going down my throat.

Matt R.

My Dream for the World

My dream

My dream is green and fresh

It is hope for all

It is loud and clear

It is sweet and smooth

It is rich and light

My dream

It is for everybody

It rings in your ears

It sounds in your heart

It is hope and happiness for all

My dream

It is ready and ripe

It is my dream.

          Ivan L.

My Dream for the World

My dream for the world…

looks as peaceful as a soft yellow flower,

feels as fresh as a cool blue ocean breeze in the summer,

sounds as wonderful as crickets singing in the fields,

smells as fruity as all the colors and fruits put together like a puzzle,

tastes as aqua as ice-clear water.

Zandy S.

My Dream for the World

My dream for the world…

looks as elegant as a red crisp rose,

feels as soft as cashmere

and as silky as reddish purple velvet,

sounds as melodious and loud as rock and roll music,

smells as delicate as an orange blossom,

tastes as heavenly as soft vanilla ice cream.

Carson M.

My Dream for the World

My dream for the world…

looks as ravishing as the first yellow sunny day in summer

and as courageous as the most beautiful girl ever to walk the earth,

feels as soft as an angel’s bright white flapping wings,

sounds as dainty as white angels playing their cloudy harps,

smells as harmonic as silky smooth warm dark brown chocolate,

tastes as perfect as a white chocolate cookie right out of the oven.

Matt F.

My Dream for the World

My dream for the world…

looks as jumpy and bumpy as a pink hilly land

and as beautiful as the sunset on a summer day,

feels as fuzzy as a cute bunny

and as cozy as newly grown grass in an open field,

sounds as wonderful as a bluebird singing on a summer morning,

smells as amazing as the ocean breeze on the beach,

tastes as joyful as a freshly baked mariachi pizza.

Carl D.

My Dream for the World

My dream for the world…

looks as peaceful as a deserted beach surrounded by palm trees

on a warm spring breeze,

feels as soft as my pillow in a silk pillow case,

sounds as light as white snowflakes slowly falling to the ground,

smells as sweet as serendipity,

tastes as heavenly as my mom’s homemade brownies.

Malcolm J.

My Dream for the World

My dream for the world

is light for all people in dark places –

fire hot on my face

exploding on the wood,

crackling and spitting sizzlers

bursting and popping,

its red, orange and yellow clash

like swords in a battle,

heating the soul and warming the heart,

its magical rays against my face,

the charcoal black as night,

the last coals burning through the night

as they die out.

Fire – a magnificent light in the dark,

smoldering wax on a candle,

lighting dark places

and

warming dark times.

Jamie H.

My Dream for the World

I wish for world peace

I wish for war to cease

I just want the world to be a better place

We can do it by moving at a steady pace

Judging people isn’t right

There’s no need for us to fight

It may take long

But it’ll be worth it

After we see all the things we’ve done wrong.

Malcolm J.

My Dream for the World

My dream for the world…

looks as colorful as a bright rainbow,

as clean as newly polished silverware,

as beautiful as a 100-year-old bonsai tree,

feels as soft as marshmallows in hot chocolate,

as fluffy as a pussywillow plant,

sounds as amazing as one of Mozart’s concertos,

smells as wonderful, surprising and rare

as a night-blooming cereus,

tastes as sugary as a hot fudge sundae.

Laurenson W.

The World of My Dreams

The world of my dreams…

looks as dazzling as a glistening stream reflecting the light,

feels as cozy as when you go to bed

with a newly washed, warm pillow,

tastes as marvelous as a hot fudge sundae,

smells as extravagant as a night-blooming cereus in the morning,

sounds as tremendous as one of Rimsky-Korsakov’s piano pieces.

Laurenson W.
 

My Dream for the World

I wish that the whole world could taste apple pie,

to smell that luscious smell that is lighter than a cloud,

to taste the melting of the apples

like ice cream in the red hot sun,

to feel as fluffy as new sandpaper,

to sound like happiness and laughter that went into making it.

This is my dream for the world.

Jack S.

My Dream for the World

My dream for the world…

looks as unpredictable as video games,

feels as real as real can get,

sounds as peaceful as a cool blue breeze on a summer day,

smells as awesome as my mom’s whitish brown chocolate chip cookies,

tastes as outstanding as pure white sugar.

Matt K.

The World of My Dreams

The world of my dreams…

looks as peaceful as a world without cold black death

knocking on your door,

feels as soft as white pillows comforting my head,

sounds as calm as a blue ocean breeze,

smells as fantastic as my dad’s chicken pot pie being made,

tastes as fabulous as a ruby red lollipop.

Matt K.

My Dream for the World

My dream for the world…

looks as happy, cheerful, peaceful, pretty and colorful

as a patch of rainbow flowers,

feels as safe as my soft, warm bed,

sounds as peaceful as the sound of bluebirds chirping,

smells as wonderful as freshly baked chocolate chip cookies,

tastes as chocolaty as a bite of those cookies.

Robert O.

The World of My Dreams

The world of my dreams..

looks as protected as gray, dark Alcatraz,

feels as warm as a July afternoon,

sounds as harmonic as a classical song echoing through a theater,

smells as fragrant as a flower patch of roses and violets,

tastes as sweet as yellow honey.

Robert O.

My Dream for the World

My dream for the world…

looks as colorful as a rainbow lit up by the sun

just after a storm,

as brilliant as a purple-orange-red sunset,

as refreshing as an aqua tropical sea,

and as marvelous as a windy tropical night,

feels as soft and gentle as a leopard’s fur

and as loyal as an army to a king or queen,

sounds as gentle as the wind rushing around the world

and as powerful as aqua blue waves pounding on the beach,

smells as tough as new leather

and as amazing as food that makes your mouth water,

tastes as genuine as ancient ale.

Nick S.

My Dream for the World

My dream for the world…

looks as colorful as sunlight

streaming through my window sill,

sounds as loud as rock itself,

or as gentle as rain pattering against my window,

feels like the touch of soft fabric,

smells like freshly baked cinnamon cake.

Alex G.

My Dream for the World

My dream for the world…

looks as giant-enormous as an orange basketball

and as tall as the torch of the Statue of Liberty,

feels as hot as a pan on a fire stove on high

and as hard as a boulder,

sounds as sizzling as lava burning through things

and as flexible and creaky as floorboards,

smells as weird as a leather seat melting in the sun

and as barky as wood,

tastes as hot as a mouth-watering cheese pizza.

Alan C.

My Dream for the World

My dream for the world…

looks as glittery blue as a swimming pool

shining in the sun,

feels as gentle white as warm down in a quilt,

sounds as booming and silvery quick

as a baseball bat crashing into a ball,

smells as delicious and golden brown

as freshly cooked chicken,

tastes as soft and deep brown

as chocolate melting in my mouth.

Greg B.

My Dream for the World

My dream for the world…

looks like a sturdy building with illuminating light inside,

feels as hard and solid as an ivory tusk,

sounds as splashing as water

dancing on your head,

whispering paradoxes,

smells as soft as the wisp of coffee

on a summer day in the morning,

tastes as luscious as a teardrop on a summer night.

Reuben T.

The World of My Dreams

The world of my dreams…

looks as rocketing as a snowy toboggan

jetting through crystal clear snow,

feels as agile and fast as a leather glove

vibrating for joy,

sounds as joyous as an organ blasting life

through people’s ears as their minds

maneuver tunes and joyous songs for everyone

into their heads,

tastes as luscious as the interior of a Clementine

making my taste buds dance on my tongue.

Reuben T.

My Dream for the World

My dream for the world…

looks as magical as golden success,

feels as amazing as scoring a last second goal

and winning the most important game,

sounds as peaceful as the ocean’s aquamarine waves,

smells as jumping as fresh maple syrup,

tastes as colorful as a rainbow,

feels as happy as if I’m on top of the world.

Augie F.

My Dream for the World

My dream for the world…

looks as orange as sweet potato pie

and as blue as a blueberry pancake right from the oven,

feels as soft as my dog’s dark black fur

and as crunchy as a tan waffle fry in my mouth,

sounds as different as a pink and red ice cream truck

playing its new music

and as cold as slurping white ice cream without getting brain freeze,

smells as booming as a cup of gold apple sauce slurping in my mouth

and as hot as a perfect cup of brown hot chocolate,

tastes as exploding as yellow popcorn popping in my mouth.

Qadar M.

The World of My Dreams

The world of my dreams…

looks as awesome as the green and white Eagles winning the Super Bowl

and as joking as my dad doing something funny

with his brown face,

feels as fluffy as lying in my red bed when I am tired

and as fast as sliding on my purple sled (and crashing),

sounds as loud as an engine roaring on a gray bus

and as long as a red-brown foot-long hot dog,

smells as juicy as fresh goldenrod corn on the cob

and as fat as a delicious grilled cheese sandwich,

tastes as raw as a fresh-caught ocean-blue fish.

Qadar M.

My Dream for the World

My dream for the world…

To be a general, you don’t need guns and tanks –

Try looking to peace to improve your ranks.

Destroying all guns in the world would be nice,

But just not using them probably will suffice.

To make the world a better place,

Try to be a world peace ace.

Don’t have darkness – it’s boring and dull.

Have radiant light to keep life at its full.

Let the sun shine with radiant light,

And look at the moon with joy at night.

Robby R.

My Dream for the World

My dream for the world…

looks as green and silver

as the Eagles beating the Patriots in the Super Bowl,

feels as exhilarating as jumping into an icy blue cold pool,

sounds as crunchy as a fresh, chocolaty cannoli,

smells as spicy as a blackened chicken sandwich,

tastes as refreshing as a yellow-orange,

hand-squeezed glass of lemonade.

Kyle E.

The World of My Dreams

The world of my dreams…

looks as cold and white as fresh sparkling snow,

feels as smooth and soft as a dog’s warm fur,

sounds as inviting as the crashing, splashing ocean,

smells as perfect as piping hot apple pie,

tastes as juicy as crunching into a pear.

Kyle E.

My Dream for the World

My dream for the world…

looks as green, light blue and grey

as the Timberwolves playing,

feels as soft as a beaded pillow touching my head,

sounds as quiet as a game of golf when the golfers are putting,

smells as magnificent as a fresh batch of cookies

just out of the oven,

tastes as hot as hot chocolate just off the black stove.

Ryan M.

The World of My Dreams

The world of my dreams…

looks as light as the blazing orange-red-yellow sun

and as green as the grass in summer,

feels as soft as a bright yellow feather pillow

and as warm as a hot piece of pizza,

sounds as loud as a cheer at a football game

and as quiet as a grey and back spotted mouse,

smells as amazing as a yellow sunflower

and as perfect as a brown cake just out of the oven,

tastes as magnificent as a taco with red hot sauce

touching my tongue.

Ryan M.

My Dream for the World

My dream for the world…

looks as cool as elephants hopping up a tree,

feels as squishy as a bean bag chair filled with water,

sounds as loud and mystifying as giraffes playing the guitar,

smells as sweet and fruity as raspberry sauce

poured over strawberry pancakes

and topped with whipped cream,

tastes as buttery and meaty as artichokes dipped in butter.

Michael C.

The World of My Dreams

The world of my dreams…

looks as graceful as seven angels dancing on a pin,

feels as cuddly and scrumptious as an aqua silk blanket,

sounds as dark and electric as Rolling Stones music,

smells as magniferous and smellful as fabric softener sheets,

tastes as fluffly as a freshly made chocolate milkshake.

Michael C.

My Dream for the World

My dream for the world…

looks as clear blue as the pool in the summertime,

feels as warm as my bed, covers and pillows

in the nighttime while I sleep,

sounds as calming as the waves in Florida

as I lie down on the beach,

smells as juicy as melting chicken in my mouth,

tastes as cool as a strawberry colada

in Florida when it’s so red hot outside

Eric K.

My Dream for the World

My dream for the world…

looks as                                                      smells as

          fresh                                                           creamy

          meltish                                                        soft

          creamy                                                        deep

          steely                                                          strong

          impenetrable                                               inviting

          mud entering slushy white snow                cold

as a marshmallow in hot chocolate                      black and white

                                                                                      polka-dotted

feels as                                                        as a whirlpool of partly melted

          wavy                                                           ice cream

          soft

          fluffy                                                 tastes as

          breezy                                                         warm

          rickety                                                        steaming

          slicy                                                            moist

          red, white and blue                                               delicate

          joyous                                                         fuzzy

          exciting                                                       tannish-whitish

as the American flag on a windy day                   as a soft bread roll straight from

                                                                             the oven

sounds as

          muscle-bursting

          gigantic

          booming

          muddy red

as a giant redwood tree in California

Alex D.

My Dream for the World

My dream for the world…

looks as white and black as the dots on a soccer ball

and as colorful as a rainbow,

feels as joyful as a soccer ball crossing a goal line

and as cuddly as a snuggle bear,

sounds as cheerful as a goal scored

and as delicate as a blade of grass bending,

smells as motivated as a goalie stopping a breakaway,

tastes as yummy as an Irish leprechaun’s Irish potato.

Chris R.

My Dream for the World

My dream for the world…

looks as exciting and wondrous

as a Red Sox-Yankees game at Fenway,

feels as warm and fuzzy as a sleepy dog on the couch,

sounds as crisp and soft as walking in newfallen snow,

smells as victorious as winning a baseball game in the playoffs,

tastes as sharp and soft as a moon of cracker barrel cheese.

Nicky M.

My Dream for the World

My dream for the world…

looks as colorful as a hippie’s shirt

and as fun, cool and happy as summer camp,

feels as soft as angel food cake

and as comfy and sleepy as my pillow,

sounds as peaceful as spring birds chirping,

smells as wonderful as scented markers

and my dad’s apple pie fresh from the oven,

tastes as delicious as rich dark chocolate

jumping with joy.

Sam S.

My Dream for the World

My dream for the world…

looks as bright as the yellow sun,

feels as soft as my cloudy pillow,

sounds as beautiful as a brown chipmunk,

smells as pretty as hot maple syrup,

tastes as awesome as a toasty waffle.

Crosby H.