Vision+Voice

It all starts when the trees become abandoned
by their sole companions

When the warmth evacuates,
and the air becomes filled with frigid flakes

The ground has been bleached,
with the frosted tears of the sky

The wind seems to sigh,
while the crisp leaves
Dance
as if in a
Trance

The lights are strung
Illuminating the town in a special glow
And overhead,
The town looks like a bed
of snow

As the daylight
fades away

A grape is like a racer
So small yet so yet so big
They race to their freedom
Cause they want to be free
And when they feel free
When they are released from the stem
And that’s when they are free not yellow
White or green there purple and filled
Life oh there filled with such DEA lite
As they filled with a great life but th
E Feeling goes away fast as its
Life ends in a flash as they are
eaten and that’s their life

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

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.

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.

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.”

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
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

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
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