Month: November 2019

Tweet tweet!!
Is the best sound in spring.
I like chirp,chirp too.
Nest! Eggs! Babys!
Awwwwwww

Summer summer heat .
Hot hot feet.
Ow! To hot!!
Today is a bad bad day.
The super duper summer bummer day.

Fall, fall, the child falls.
The leafs do the same.
Squirrels are nutty.
The squirrel jumps, he too falls.
It is the season for falling.

There’s a B and a D in bed
And the E represents a man
Hopefully he’s not dead
Though he probably has a tan
If you need to sleep
(which you can do by counting sheep)
Just go to a bed
And don’t tell me you’re dead!
Then you sleep
Without making a peep

Based off Where I’m From by George Ella Lyon

I am from ballet slippers,
From BLOCH and ETSY.
I am from the loft in the square room.
(comfy,sunny,tastes like cupcake wrappers)
I am from the marigold plant,
Which makes my day much brighter than it starts out.
I’m from flaps and precision,
From Barbara and Kaltenbach.
I’m from the trying and the sweet teeth,
From “sit down to eat” and “be careful”
I’m from Thanksgiving feasts, and community events.
I’m from Austin and the Anshels,
Chile and tacos.
From my uncle’s nighttime encounter with tarantulas,
My grandfather’s twisted ankle from Skimboards.
Under the top floor of the house there is a room marked office, filled with old books and toys of most important.
I am from the memories those things bring-
To others and to me-
Handled carefully by generations.

Pencils help me think
From wood to rubber
LONG and skinny
Short and stubby
With teeth marks and without
Pencils are good for hard things
And easy ones
But don’t forget the math

Gone. the handsome boy you’ve adored since second grade,
The lunch stews,
The elementary school you attended for 5 years,
Your old chewed up purple sweater,
And your disheveled, but sleek, water bottle.
Gone may they all be, but in your memory they stay as clear and polished as ever.

Sticks,carrots,
Olive eyes.
snow ,snow,snow!
Button shirts,scarf and,hat
This all equals snowman!!!

In life I’ve been shoved into a box that I can’t get out because when I try getting out there is always someone to close the lid and shove me back in and no matter how much I try, I can’t. When I was a freshman I tried showing my true colors but when I would, I would get stink eyes and names and rude gestures that I wish people would get rid of and some of that time I wish that they would just stick it up; at themselves. Sometimes I would be scared for my life because I was threatened by people who had called me names and know they try jumping me.

I looked out my window and wondered about life.
My neighbor was again trying to sell his “Twife!”
The steam in the distance, global warming is the blame.
The squirrel has stolen an acorn, now he’s having shame.
Then I walked out there,
with a stare,
plopped down on a chair,
and bought the Twife.