Category: 07th

It’s a beautiful day to play soccer
The weather is perfect it feels so proper

Prepping for the game I sit and ponder
What would I do without soccer

I’d be such a sad little miserable boy
Soccer brings many people so much joy

Soccer is emotions and feeling and more
The beautiful game is way more then just a score

Birds singing softly
Hushed melody of the wind
The thumping of hooves

Barely a stump now
poking out from a pool of trimmed grass
but I’m not processing this
because my eyelids are surfing over a canvas
painted black, splattered whites, blooming hues of rainbow
Snap! Pop!
“Come on,” whooped a boy I don’t recognize. “Let’s go put our lights under the big tree!”

I love dogs because they are-
Cuddly
Funny
Furry
Loyal
Affectionate
Joyful
Dogs always cheer me up
We never realize that
they are one of the important members of our lives.

Freedom freedom, said Martin Luther King. Let us live in harmony, peace, and love for you and me. Freedom,freedom for you and me, let us live in peace and harmony. All people should be treated equally, stand up if somethings wrong, fight for what’s right and not for what’s wrong. We should work as a team,and we should not let skin color change things. We should all be treated equally, all he wanted was just peace and harmony. Colored people should not give up a bus seat and more just because there is difference in the world. We should all get along equally and live in harmony said Martin Luther King, who had a dream.

This poem is about a football that is being th

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After i th
Ro n

W the football it hit a guy in his dome

And when he gets back up from a fall his world seems to s i

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And then after a few minutes he can see clearly again.

loving someone is a mind game
either you lose or lose
winning is no option
that’s why pets exist

The patter of raindrops on my window pane catches my attention
I longingly look outside as the slight drizzle calls to me
Suddenly I hear a THUD
the house goes dark
but the dim gray light from outside still peeked through my window.

They fly away
So small and soft
there vibrant colors fading
as i watch them from afar

they still are there in the sunset
it starts to get dim outside
its raining
the creatures might not be safe

i worry all night fearing they might not make it

it’s the morning
i look outside
there all there
all the colors and sizes
amaze me

i watch as they fly away

bye little butterflies

baseball i love the sport it is a great sport where you throw a ball at a person and another person tries to hit it with a bat if they hit it the ball will go flying like a cannonball you might try to catch it but it is impossible because the sun will move to block it and when it drops you have lost