your vision, your voice
I love Christmas so much
I always hear people talking
when I am opening my stocking.
People say that I’m funny
and that’s right on the money
I have a big sense of humor
that means I’m very funny
but that does not mean that I like to be running.
When I’m bored I like to write about my feelings
and at the end I always make it right.
By Chloe A
Perez Elem
3
He has black fur
He plays in burrs.
He has a black nose,
his whiskers feel like wiggly toes.
He loves to play, but he leaves no trace.
He likes his space.
He likes to lay under our car, and when we drive far he feels sad.
I will love him forever and ever.
Brentwood Elementary
1
Lawn mower, you are loud.
You buzzzzz
buzzzz buzzzzz
all around.
Chop. Chip.
Cut. Cut.
Cut down all that grass.
Brentwood Elementary
1
Blue like the sea.
Green like the grass.
Pink like you blushing.
Red like roses.
These four colors make me feel happy.
Brentwood Elementary
1
Currents of thought wear them down.
The edges of words,
The sharp point of meaning.
The more the flow of my mind runs over them,
The more they round.
An edgeless word is good for nothing,
Except skipping through the toxic water of conversation.
My thoughts are ever hungry.
My words forever raw.
San Marcos High School
10
A beautiful shiny leaf landing softly on the grass like a feather falling from a bird.
Sadly, the leaf got smushed and kicked into tiny pieces like tiny cookie crumbs by giant feet.
‘Ouch, that hurts!’
Anger flew around the little leaf crumbs.
But then, wind blew the little leaf crumbs away.
A little piece of tiny crumbs started to fall.
Feeling down.
Falling a sleep.
When the little leaf crumbs awoke,
it felt energy of the earth.
There’s no more anger.
A worm greeted the leaf crumbs.
A bird sang a song.
A tree brightly smiled.
It was a wonderful life again.
The cold breeze goes by
I can build a snowman high
We wear gloves and socks
We wear boots and coats
It Feels like freezer
My nose cherry redder
My mom calls hot coco
I jump like grass hopper
Fern Bluff Elementary
1
Do you ever wonder
Why am I here?
What’s my reason for living?
Most of us come to the conclusion that
We as a person
Will most likely
Be forgotten
Poof
Gone.
Our physical selves.
Our minds.
Our memories.
And eventually
We’re forgotten.
So where do we go from there?
To irrational thoughts?
To suicide?
To…
Help?
What’s our cause?
Our reason?
Who
Or what,
Do we live for?
People.
I chose people.
The ones who made you,
The ones who care for you,
The ones who surround you.
To be yourself
For them.
To make them
Laugh,
Smile,
Love themselves because you’re there.
We all turn to suicide occasionally.
But,
If you live for people
Won’t suicide,
Hurt them?
Rouse HS
9
I’d like to say nature is my inspiration,
But the woods right now are in devastation
What can take the place of a flower?
What in all of heaven’s power?
Plastic, of course!
It kills grouse and fowl,
Plastic of course!
In pain wolves howl.
Littering the ocean, forests, and cities
Plastic makes things better, because plastic is so pretty.
Plastic pollution? Never heard
Never a look, never a word!
Only sighs and goodbyes
To the environment.
Zilker Elementary
5
Ah lady fair with raven hair
Who stares into a mirror
See how her face doth appear:
Our fair Lady Guinevere!
Lancelot she tries to impress
Wearing a blue silken dress
Ack — her life is such a mess!
She had an oh so beautiful
Mirror of gold. Her lovely face
So pale, so cold.
Zilker Elementary
5