Category: 2020-21 Submissions

At the beginning of this year
I was excited for Christmas already
Even though it wasn’t close to being here, I was ready
But after quarantine happened and everyone was inside
I knew Christmas would feel shorter
And I felt like I lost a prize
Sometimes we will call family and friends
And play video games with them up late
But when alone and bored I sit listening to fake snow on my computer as it flakes
Flake, Flake, Flake
Even though this Christmas I may not get to spend the night at my family’s house
I’ll get to see my family and friends and buy them some presents over FaceTime comfy on our couch.
Although this year made Christmas feel a little shorter
The true happiness of family goes way over the happy border.

I’ll Do What Makes Me Smile
By Brooklynn Willenberg

I rest my head against my window,
Put my heart out on my sleeve,
The glass is hard as cold as ice
But here I stay and sit
Waiting for you to come home,
Always wishing you would never leave,
Finally you’re back
I quickly fly right down the stairs
I throw my arms around you
Despite my sister’s glares
She thinks that I am immature
That I act really young
But despite all this I love her
And that’s why I’ll never care
I will be myself no matter what
I’ll do what makes me smile
I’ll give you a million hugs
Because to me it is worthwhile.

When people asking me if I enjoy school.
I say school just has the pain of a hammer hitting your head,
You have to use your brain a lot,
Talk a lot,
Look at a screen a lot,
And the pain of all the assignments hurts.
But i have been working hard
All the good grades
No extra work
And no teachers yelling at you.
Thats where all your hard work pays off.

Colorado is like living in and ice cube in the winter,

but in the summer it’s like living in

heaven the skies are beautiful and the flowers bloom,

there nothing like for the rest,

We all know that Colorado is the best.

The best part in the summer is the warm chocolatey

waffles they melt in your mouth like a snowflake.

If i had a choice to choose summer or

winter, it would be winter,

because all you do is play in snow it’s like a childhood dream for all i know,

All of the kids play in the arcade but us big kids ski all day.

The clouds start to get angry with each other,
They become man’s worst fears.
You imagine them to be,
Happy and Cheerful
But in reality
They are dangerous and chilling.
The whole world becomes dark.
Like an empty room with no light shining inside
You hear a mad roar coming from the sky gods.
You get chills and run back inside.
But after the anger and sins.
The clouds become what was there before.

Home is a place where I belong
Could be Austin, Could be California
But my home is the mountains

The mountains make me feel safe and secure
So what more is considered a home?
The madly, madness, mountains
Make me feel safe and secure

The peak of the mountain always screams my name
As I jump on the lift.
I don’t think or worry when I ski
Where I feel safe and secure

The fresh scent of the pine and the fluffy snow
Is where I feel safe and secure
So, what more is considered a home?

Home is like blanket that I can curl up in and sleep for hours
Or maybe a pet that will always be there for you
It could be on a mighty mountain so high it could pierce the sun
Or maybe it could be underground in a dark, dank, and dirty cave

Anywhere can be home
It can be in a forest which the birds sing all morning and day
Or in a local area where the city never sleeps
Maybe even a winter wonderland,
where the northern lights shine without a care in the world

There is not a specific place where home should be
You have the power to pick your comfort, pick you safety
Pick YOUR way of life

Trust is like the building beams of my house
Everyone trusts everyone
It just makes our lives better
Then one day you do something and
CRACK!
The house almost falls

Someone lost someone’s trust
But we are slowly but surely rebuilding it
Hopefully one day it is back to normal
And that beam is holding strong again

he sun shines down upon the snow covered ground
making the icy crystals sparkle like tiny diamonds beneath my feet

a blissful silence surrounds me as i breathe in the frosty air
and exhale a cloud of my hot breath

every last movement makes a noise
it’s as if i can hear every mouse run,
every last breeze through the branches,
and every breath of everything around me

and they can hear the crunch of every one of my footsteps,
because even though the planet feels sleepy and cold

THE WORLD AROUND ME IS ALIVE
covered in the sparkling snow

Home is where the heart is
You go there every day
There’s something about your home
That makes you want to stay

It may be the people
It may be the smell
It may be the warmth
But you’ll never be able to tell

Every home is different
Its like your fingerprint
It may be the sound
It may be the tint