Category: 05th

The Greenbelt

The boy takes pictures
Of the waterfall
The trail with his father
The grass that sways
Like a tilted kayak
On the creek’s flowing water
The boy’s first time climbing
Up the moderate hill
Gradually getting steeper
Steeper
Steeper
They stop for water
Back up the bumpy slope
Returning, he thinks to himself
Of the amazing scenery
He will undoubtedly come back
To the breathtaking greenbelt

Brentwood Elementary

5th

My Magic Box

I will put in the box
The whispering of wind through trees
A curtain made of gold
Colors no one has ever seen before.
I will put in the box
A feather from the bird of fire
The wings of a pegasus
A prophecy hiding the fate of the world.
I will put in the box
The brightest star in the galaxy
A starfish from the deepest seas
A silver sunflower that has everything.
I will put in the box
The shadows of those who came before
A priceless chandelier from the poor
The beauty of Autumn, never fading away
My box is accomplished dreams and glittery bubbles
Heavenly lights and sapphires as blue as the ocean
I shall fly in my box
High up in the clouds
Warm and fluffy like cotton candy.

In honor of my best friend

The girl in the shadows.
Who no one truly knows
not a joiner
not a fighter
she does whatever goes
She stands up and does what’s right
and no one knows
Oh how she loves to read and write
and speak
and keep the light
of the world
keep hope alive and everyone fails
to see the hero she can be

Brentwood Elementary School

5th

Water

It clenches one,
Like a prisoner trying to break free of tight bindings.
But not in an evil or malicious way.
More like a mother holding a child,
Gently, yet tightly, with warmth,
And the water seems to hold one captive,
Not wavering until one requires air,
And they see the liquid,
It’s great drowning force parting to thin skin.
And as one draws breath, the water becomes cold on soft flesh,
As if to spite one for abandonment.

Casis Elementary

5th

One Hundred Years From Now

Sometimes I wonder what the world will be like,
one hundred years from now.
Will people have computer chips,
Implanted above the brow?
Will newly found aliens,
To us, perform and bow?
Or will they pen us,
As if we were all cows?
With all these silly thoughts,
I realize how pointless it is to think,
of what the world will be like,
One Hundred Years From Now.

Casis Elementary

5th