Category: 2019-20 Submissions

The Wind Blows

The pine trees rustle as you hurried across the sky
With crackling from the movement of dry leaves
Like dry sandpaper rubbing against wood
You are howling as if you were a wolf
Swirling around as if you were a Van Gogh painting
Once I let go of my kite
You take her away from me
As she hurls around the sky
Participation starts to fall
As it beats on the ground
There is no more sunshine to share

A School Day

I wear my fuzzy jacket,
to stay away from the cold,
“Slurp”, I stand at my bus stop drinking hot tea.

Once I arrive at school, which I call jail, I put away my hot tea,
taking off my jacket,
as it is no longer cold.

When school is over I put on my fuzzy jacket,
and I grab my hot tea,
it is still as warm as hot bread, but becoming cold.

The feeling of the cold breeze through my fuzzy jacket while sipping my hot tea is what a school day means to me.

Minion

A Minion as a HEB shopper.
Screaming down the isles (AHHHH!)
Eating the bananas 1 by 1.
Going under people like small ants going under a huge log.

About to check out but sees a teddy bear.
Runs to the teddy bear.
Yelling and causing a commotion.

Calls his friends.
More like 200 of them.
Pushing down employes.
Breaking glass (Crash!!)

Screaming and yelling louder than a police siren.
Then they all check out.
But wait that is not all.
The cashiers cant see them only there noises from their shoes.

Custodian Kagen

Splish!
Splash!
Splosh!
Every kid throwing
and dropping
food

“STOP!”

A voice from a corner said
It was a man in a yellow suit and bucket hat covering his face
he had a bucket and and a mop

“Who are you?”
A voice barely audible said in the corner of the room
“Custodian K.”
“That sounds like a cereal characters name!”
the cafeteria erupts like a volcano
except one

a tiny kid
maybe four foot one
recognizes the man
tries to run
but can’t
he pants
sweat dripping down his pants

Custodian K gets catches him
And gives him a pink slip
it only has two words

Lunch Detention

“who are you?”
The kid asks
“Call me Custodian Kagen.”

Salt

He is no flower, not a cloud.
Not even rain or fear.
He’s not inspiring to crowd.
His story – you will never hear.
He’s seen some pretty scary stuff, though.
Made fifteen lovely things.
And he survived not once, but twice.
He’s angel without wings.
To me, he is great, he does not judge. He listens, sticks around.
He’s “white and fluffy” little nudge. He is my trusted one.
I’ll write about him,
since I can.
I’ll honor him,
I thought.
The best his kind will get, “Ruuun! Raaaaats!”
My pet rat, little Salt.

Football

Football
My name is Alex
I play football
Its something I love
The field is where I live

The smell of the turf
The cheering fans
I get goosebumps
From the drums in the band

Every friday
We play out there
Shutouts and blowouts
Wins and losses we share

The good teams
And the bad
The field
Guides you like another dad

Coaches help me
My brothers got my back
If one of us goes down
Another picks up the slack
Football

odd cat

a feather thats worn out
a nerf ball thats been chewed
a mouse thats long overdue
half of a shoe string
a fuzzy ball that is no longer fuzzy
a unicorn stuffed animal
a feather attached to a rod
a laser pointer
potato with a lot of catnip
a glove thats the size of you
the beanie that is pom pom les now
meows that sound like chatter
thats my odd cat

Basketball is like a Dance

Basketball is like a dance
A routine you never forget
Bam! Slam! Wam!
Sounds you hear from both worlds

The ball flies through the air
A dancer performing their best moves
The precision of each step
They each try to make their own perfectly perfect pirouette

The perfect perfection in both worlds
One mistake could cost you everything
But twirling and flying through the air
All your worries float away

Both activities people love to do and play
Either one is a great way to spend your day
Both will make you discover your inner self
The part you keep hidden away

Seasons Inside Me

I am FULL of seasons
Too much to hold in
The sun smiles down on me
The sun beating me
Once was fun, now replaced with none

As the leaves f , I lose brain cells
a
l
l
The time I have dreaded has been called upon
“Did I read my summer book?”,”I forgot my supplies!”
The leaves bunchup
I can’t hold on
The rake grasps on
But it is too late
The wind b l o w s
As I let go

From green to brown
Stress to laziness
Joyful to dull
Autumn has passed…

…Sorrow and melancholy
Hanging from the dead trees with frigid grips
Confusion swirls and mixes with the icy wind
Hide the sun
Unexpected

s
n
o
w
Carried unexpected tests and projects
The bird awaits
For a new year

Flowers sway and trees dance
My heartbeat pumps, boom-boom boom-boom
The sun lifts happiness
Green springs up
Like excitement
The advent of birds with their sweet chirps
The voice inside provokes my reality
Blankets of mosquito bites
The itch is always nagging
Waiting for the STAAR tests

Once these seasons are over
Appreciation takes control
But they may cycle,
cycle, cycle,
cycle,

I am full of seasons.