Summer Light

Summer light
it is so bright.
No more rules
because there’s no school.
Splash! The water in the pool
it is so cool.
It is so hot
hotter than
a boiling pot.
Staying up late at night
in the morning you can go fly kites.
The next night I shine my night light
on a book
in a cozy nook.

by Grayton H.

Winter

A cold breeze flies by
I know winter is coming

Snowflakes falling
cat is calling to get inside

Roof is white
might have frostbite
I quickly run inside

Zip up my jacket oh so tight
Gloves,
Hat,
Scarf,
Open the door but see all white
Where’s my winter delight!?

But then it faded away
never wanted to stay

So I jump into the snow with glee.

by Anna A.

I am a flashlight

I AM FLASHLIGHT

I am a flashlight
That leads the way
Giving people
Lots of love every day.

I am a flashlight
I am really proud
I could punch a wall
I’m not going to right now.

I am a flashlight
I love my job
I love to sneak around
But I’m not a snob.

I am a flashlight
It’s not very bad
Flashlights fun and nice
I’m not mad.

I am a flashlight
I hope you can be too!
It makes me really proud to see you!

by Bea B.

My Backyard Tree

I love lying under my big, old oak tree
Blocking my eyes from the hot sun I see
The branches sway and dance in the wind
And hear the birds chirping their little hymn.

Twisted old branches covered with bark
A blanket of leaves to keep them dark.
I see many nests high up in peace
And that is my beautiful backyard tree.

by Abbot C.

A world of people

I look at the time at 8.53
I think of all over the world
I am from a place, I live in a place
I think of my family and friends
And how they may think of how we live
We are all different
I think at this moment about the world.

By Sahana S.

The Camino

No No No
I dont wanna go
To the Camino

Grab your bag
No I don’t wanna
You’re gonna
Get in the car
and hike far

In Spain
On the Camino
Hearing the beach
And the seagulls
Finding shells all over
Sleeping in albergues
So much fun
In the sun
And in the rain
In Spain

By Andrew M.

Air Clay Makes the Day

I play
With air clay
All day.

With a purpose,
I love to play.

I am good at air clay!
I like to make elves.
I make little toys.
I like to make little food and
Accessory things,
Out of clay.

It is fun!
Yay!
Air clay makes me happy.

If I don’t use air clay one day.
No way!

by Austen P.

Old Man Johnson

Old Man Johnson is the worst, the children sing.
His pockmarked skin creases as
He yells at a butterfly that landed on his azalea bush.
Wiry grey hair sticking out in all directions,
He slams the door in the face of a nun.
His inflamed eyes dart around wildly,
Searching for his next victim.
“Mr. Johnson, could you spare some flour for a neighbor?”
He smiles a terrible smile
As he pours the last of his flour into the wastebin.
But, as the daylight wanes and the moon starts to show her face,
His smile drops.
He retreats to his favorite mantle in his favorite room
And stares at the woman in the picture.
A whisper of a tear falls from his eye;
He just misses his wife.