Category: 06th

A Loving Family

Everyone has a loving family.
A family that is caring,
Nice,
And kind.

Your family can help,
Through good and bad,
Happy and sad,
And sunny days and rainy days.

You should be happy with your family,
Even if they’re not the best family,
But you should always help them,
For they always help you.
Even though there might be rough patches.

Your family will always help you,
Love you,
So you should love your family.

Walsh Middle School

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A Christmas Night

The light,
A tree shining bright,
The joy,
With lots of toys.
The sweets,
And the cold streets.
Family, and friends,
The love never ends.
There is a lot of glee,
To see presents under the tree.

A tree shining bright,
A bunch of light.
A bunch of toys,
With a bunch of joy.
The cold streets,
And bunches of treats.
The love never ends,
Not with family and friends.
To see bunches of presents under the tree,
There is a bunches of glee.
A tree shining bright,
Must be Christmas night.

Walsh Middle School

6

Black and White

Not everything you see is true,
For you only see black white and blue,
When trouble starts to comes your way,
You look back and run away,
Don’t you be scared of it,
You are not a counterfeit,
Be unique and stand proud,
Cause you must say it aloud.
That you are the yellow,
In the darkest black and white,
And it doesn’t give you a fright.
To see a plain world scared to
Shine,
Cause you are unique and going to fly.
Look through what you see outside,
Now look into the inside,
A place with colors everywhere,
And then you blink and it’s not there.

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Pot of Gold

Whenever there’s a rainbow,
I try to find the pot of gold.
I can never find it,
Its getting kind of old.

According to legend,
The leprechauns leave one there;
At the end of the rainbow,
They just disappear into thin air!

But one day I found one,
It was very nice,
But then I realized,
It came with a price.

It said that I had to go to my house,
I had to do something,
And that something….
Was to eat…
A louse!

Without the pot of gold,
I then started to run;
I never go looking,
It’s not fun.

Walsh Middle School

6

One Christmas Eve

‘Twas the night before Christmas, the house was quiet,
Nothing, even a mouse, made such a riot.
The only sound in the house was the crackling fire,
Its embers dancing was surely great to admire.

I laid in my bed, tonight I was not a dozer,
For my sick feeling stomach would make me barf over and over.
So it continued, hours into the night,
The feeling if I was good or bad giving me fright.

Finally, I found the spot, and I closed my eyes,
After a couple minutes, I fell asleep that night.
All that night, I had many dreams,
That made me think what my fate would be.

Soon, the room was filled with light,
For through my window, the sun shone bright.
I trampled downstairs, and I came to a shock,
For the tree and the presents opened my happiness lock.

All day, I admired the gifts,
That Santa worked so hard for us to get.

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Pie

My mom baked a pie,
It’s very pretty.
And everyone’s eyes,
Are looking quite greedy.

A circle of boats
Made out of crust
And of course, filling!
That is a must.

At the end of the day,
All traces are gone.
While children are “singing”,
A Christmas song.

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6

Summer time

Summer Time,
Summer Time.
The sun shines all day,
The moon shines all night.
Summer Time vacation time
Eat. Swim. Play. Repeat
All summer long.
Sit down relax, even grown ups need a break.
Kids get sugar rush and bounce, bounce, bounce.
Eat. Swim. Play. Repeat
All summer long.
Kids swing on trees,
While parents get tan.
To wish and wait from day to day,
For summer to come makes kids happy and
play.
Even summer comes to an end,
Then you go to school again.
Summer Time,
Summer Time, it should never end

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Prison

Cube of rot
Nothing good to eat
Evil men everywhere
No friends to greet

Too much work
Too much pain
Like a coin
Falling down a drain

Orange suit
Orange pant
Nothing but labor
I just can’t

Longing to leave
Lots of hope
Will be a free bird again
After I surpass this slippery slope

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Snowflakes

The crisp winter air
Forms icicles on the tip of a roof
Blow by blow
It starts to snow

To and fro, snowflakes drift
Until they’re all aflutter
Some are big
Some are small
But like humans, each one is unique and different

Each of us have our own designs, sizes, and shapes
And just like snow sticks together,
We stick together with our friends and family

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