Nature’s Garden

I step outside, away from hectic days.
I step outside to the misty haze.
I walk around as smells fill the air.
I smell lavender and rose.
I see a thousand fireflies painting the sky.
I hear the buzz of bees and crickets chirping.
I feel calm, peaceful, happy.
I sit on the dew-filled grass.
I watch the little blue birds fly across my eyes.
I walk around on the moist dirt.
I see the white archway filled with moss.
I see a rainbow of flowers.
I feel the wind pass by.
I see the squirrels feasting on acorns.
I see the sky turn from blue to a brilliant gold.
I hear the raindrops fall.
I feel the heavenly water hitting my head.
I am home.
I’ve traveled the world
but never have I seen a place this beautiful.
Even as the years pass, even as the seasons change
I will never forget,
Nature’s Garden.

Where I’m From

I am from a messy crate on our counter
I am from baby bites that I still ate when I was two
I am from a white and blue house
I am from warm white brick
I am from a big autumn tree that I always pass by
I am from orange and yellow leaves that fall slowly on the ground
I am from a playroom full of toys
I am from the Pardue’s and Glass’s
I am from an Oklahoma town but yet a city
I am from a God full of power
I am from warm pasta and pizza
I am from the old grounds of Wisconsin
I am from long car rides and road trips
I am from a place that holds wonder and happiness in Disney World
I am from siblings who fight non-stop
I am from a life of Goldens
I am from a red-and-white team
I am from a dark muddy soccer field
I am from everything I became
I am from my parents hugs and kisses
I am from warm summer days
But where are you from?

where am i from

I’m from a single mom,
Crying when I had to leave her.
I am from a nice house,
which felt like a sad home
that ended up into a broken home.
I’m from something special,
I’m from mom to dad,
Never knowing where to go.
I’m from Never Getting a break,
Always questioning: ‘’Will I be at Mom’s, or will I be at Dad’s’’.
Alway will be going house to house.

Where I’m from

I’m from the hammock outside that no one uses,
From my stuffed animals from before I can remember,
I am from a cozy suburban home to a cramped apartment,
I am from my orange cat that died so long ago,
From my name I am so proud of,
I am from my grandparents who left Mexico just so we could have a better life,
I am from the sound of my dad hitting pool balls playing all by himself,
And I am forever from the love of my family.

Where im from

I’m from the smell of green green grass,
And baseballs, footballs,
Basketballs, tennis balls, and soccer balls.

The taste of concrete and the pain of a scrape on the street.
The burning sensation when you’re running
On the street with no shoes.

The excitement that fills the air before a game,
The pain of losing,
And the happiness of winning.

The big tree that I rest under
After a game with friends,
Or when you’re forced out of the house
To play with others.

I Used to…

I used to do gymnastics,
but now I dance.
I used to be in elementary school,
but now I am in middle school.
I used to play toys with my sister,
now she’s about to leave and go to college.
I used to have blonde curly hair,
but now I have brown wavy hair.
I used to eat baby food,
but now I eat normal food.
I used to have one dog and one cat,
but now I just have two dogs.
I used to have a lot of things,
but now they have all changed.

Fire

Fire is a element that’s hot.
It is found in wars a lot.
You can use it for a roast.
But it always burns your toast.
If the raging inferno burns out.
Then you probably put water on it without a doubt.
And when the fiery flames burn out and make soil fertile, they help the plants grow.
That is something that you should know.
Fire is not always bad.
Most of the time it just looks rad.

Baseball dugout

Baseball Dugout

Heater when it’s cold,
Baseball gear piled up,
Players cheering on the team,
The coach watching the game,
Shouting, “Swing the bat!”
Bats waiting to be swung,

The bench with tired players,
The random baseball sitting under it,
Red dirt and sweaty brows fill the air,
Someone’s glasses they lost at the beginning of the game,
Helmets waiting to protect.

Hawaii (The Aloha State)

The flight was long My cousins were little
The place was beautiful I was older
The ocean was full of song They made me giggle
But also peaceful But one still wouldn’t let me hold her

The sun was bright It was amazing
As I recall I’d go again
The moon was white The ocean sent me gazing
Like a clear crystal ball And it was worth it in the end