your vision, your voice
My crazy cat loves to sleep
But most of all she loves to eat
She’s very calm and lazy at first
Until at night she likes to bite
She scratches all our furniture
She meows so loud it’s like a giant roar.
And then she goes to scratch the door
Then she meows even more.
Then there’s cat hair everywhere
Some over here and some over there
But we still love her and that’s a fact
Because she’s my one and only crazy cat.
When the sky is as blue as a blueberry,
As blue as the water,
It is the color of joy and peace.
But when it is grey,
It is the color of death and disappointment.
What does it mean when the sky is orange?
What does it mean when the sky is purple?
The color of the sky can always mean a bunch of things.
That is the joy of peacefulness
and the disappointment in the color sky.
When the wind blows, it comes to you and me.
When the wind touches me, it feels like a cool breeze on my skin.
The wind makes things move like a tornado and a hurricane, too.
The wind blows, and the whole world breaths it in like you and me.
The wind is dust and air, but it is still the air.
And when trees dance as the wind blows, it is the best gift on a hot sunny day.
It is the the cool breeze with everything we love put together to make the wind blow, blow, blow.
The wind might make a path like a stream or a river, but it doesn’t matter. What matters is
the wind blows to you and me.
Boone Elementary
4th
My brother, smart for a baby,
But what do you know?
He’s completely crazy.
Not a surprise,
He likes sports,
He even sprints across a basketball court.
Runs out the door, no stopping him now,
the only thing you can do is try to chase him down.
All he wants is candy,
All he wants is lollipops,
and if he gets none, he will throw a fit.
He screams at night when he doesn’t want to go to bed, and when that happens,
his face will turn completely red.
“Don’t cry. You have to go to bed,” my mom always said. My baby brother, free at last,
We all say, “You’re growing up so fast!”
Boone Elementary
4th
Night is a void of darkness
as pure as the universe itself.
No one can see in that void of darkness,
and all that is heard is the soothing
hoot of an owl.
That is the Night
as the clock strikes 12
all the windows go out
like a deep empty abyss of nothing.
That is the Night
While chasing the blazing sun
the night is
creeping over the Earth
inch by inch waiting for sunfall.
Boone Elementary
4th
She walks through the door,
There is blood on the floor,
They are both fine,
But the room is getting tighter,
As she cleans,
They both make a scene,
They are both staring ,glaring, and snarling.
Later that night,
They get in a fight,
Breaking it up I watch and listen,
While looking at a ocean of memories washing away,
It’s all the water going down the drain.
Now she has a new home,
Happy as can be,
We’re a little sad,
But still show a little glee.
Casey Elementary
4th
I ate one too many tacos last night
It’s like my mouth is burning, on fire
I tried to cool my mouth down with some sprite
I screamed the highest note in the choir
I think that I just need some ice cold drinks
Or I could just put some ice in my mouth
I think I am cursed with a spicy jinx
I need the coldest thing you’ve got in-house
I have a plan to cool down my hot tongue
All I have to do is go to the store
Milk is the trick to solve all that is wrong
Now all I have to do is pour, pour, pour
I drank the milk and now my mouth is cool
Now my mouth is not a spicy whirlpool
Highland Park Elementary
4
swaying, moving, blowing in wind
looking down at us
red, orange, yellow in fall
towering over us
brown, green and big in spring
giants of our land
nothing in our big, blue world
could ever be as grand
Doss elementary school
fourth
There once was a battle called rattle.
It was in a cotton field,
and everybody wore ruffles
and did puzzles
and had friend bubbles,
and when somebody had a nibble of a muffin
they would giggle and wiggle.
When somebody shattered
a banner made out of rubber,
I put a bonnet on my parrot,
and the parrot liked to eat a carrot,
and it ate the carrot very sloppy
and went into his tunnel.
Gullett Elementary
4
As the amazing fireworks blast way up in the sky a little boy tries to light one inside.
The ambulance comes with a blaring horn
The parents are safe but the boy is torn.
Two months later a five year olds funeral begins as the little boy plays way up in the sky
The parents are somber but the tears start to dry
Because they know you can’t be harmed up way in the sky
Now they know to leave lighters way up high and make sure kids light them outside.
Casey
4th