Category: 2022-23 Submissions

On the bed, shnibby sleeps
Purrs and shoves her head into the pillow
Falls asleep
Wakes up and blinks
Makes biscuits and falls asleep again

It takes work
It takes dedication

Try
But you fail
Try again
and you do it!!

On my cozy bed
I lye down,
Cover myself with a blanket,
Open my book,
I look at every sentence to see
Where I left off,
Then I find it;
I start reading as the story,
Like a blackhole;
I cannot get out of it, slowly and softly,
The book lets me to sleep
For the whole, long, night.

The inspiration calls me.
The quiet takes over.
Serenity all around

The paintbrush in my hand
I am the controller.
The inspiration calls me.

Everything unplanned
It’s a special closure.
Serenity all around.

Make them understand
Life moves slower.
The inspiration calls me.

I can expand
In my own enclosure.
Serenity all around.

Nothing in demand
I keep my composure.
The inspiration calls me.
Serenity all around.

On his fluffy bed
Polo stretches,
yawns loudly;
tongue sticking out
slowly lowers his face
into the soft bed.
He rolls around
settles in.
Curls into a
soft ball
lays on his side;
as his eyes
slowly close.
There Polo sits;
for the rest of the
evening.

A pencil has long, swift lines;
But an eraser just has lies.
With my pencil along we go,
The eraser comes in to blow the show.

he lies down with a frown
tears coming
he just saw a creepy clown
it was just something
he couldn’t stand
his mom grabbed his hand
they were walking away
still crying
he thought it was a bad day…
BUT!!! just when things were bad
it had gotten way way better
he was playing soccer and he won the game!!!
with a header
he yelled ”GOAL”!!!
it was the best day ever…

In her bed
Jessie gets up,
Shakes, spins around,
Scratches her bead,
Then lays back
Down; she yawns,
Closes her eyes,
Looks at me,
Then goes to
Sleep with her
Eyes closed, head
Nestled between her
Legs, and ears laying
On my hand as
Me and Jessie
sleep and cuddle
together.

It was a cold stormy night, and it started like any other.
There was a freezing blizzard outside, fortunately, we were inside.
The wood on the fireplace was crackling and popping.
It was dark in the house except for the fire and the Christmas tree.
The stockings were hanging just above the brick fireplace, and the presents were nestled safely under the tree.
Everyone in my house was asleep, everyone except for me.
I was sitting in the rocking chair in front of the fireplace, happy as can be eating gingerbread and drinking some eggnog.
Once I was done I went to the kitchen and put some gingerbread. Back o the plate and poured some milk into a cup and I sat them on the nightstand next to the rocking chair. I wasn’t sure if Santa clause was real but I was sure, I was thankful for this house.

Alone in the sky,
The cloud lays,
Drifting in the air,
All alone,
Floating forever;
And ever, all alone,
Watching down,
Until it makes it home,
Together in the sky.