The Lovely Green Star
by Caroline Robinson, Grade 6
One night I saw a big green star
on display,
from my car.
It had beautiful shape
and dazzling sparks.
It shot across the sky in the dark.
I would have made a great big wish,
but my car hit a great big satellite dish.
One night I saw a big green star
on display,
from my car.
It had beautiful shape
and dazzling sparks.
It shot across the sky in the dark.
I would have made a great big wish,
but my car hit a great big satellite dish.
Daffodils
by Lydia Rice, Grade 5
Oh daffodils, oh daffodils.
How sweet they sound,
the world they remind me of
is not one on the ground!
Oh daffodils, oh daffodils.
How they dance in more than glee;
they help us see God's creativity.
Oh daffodils, oh daffodils.
A peace and wealth from some place else,
no mortal could compose this sound,
of God alone and joy and peace.
Oh daffodils, oh daffodils.
Wealth not from below, but from the clouds.
Oh daffodils, oh daffodils,
how sweet they sound!
by Lydia Rice, Grade 5
Oh daffodils, oh daffodils.
How sweet they sound,
the world they remind me of
is not one on the ground!
Oh daffodils, oh daffodils.
How they dance in more than glee;
they help us see God's creativity.
Oh daffodils, oh daffodils.
A peace and wealth from some place else,
no mortal could compose this sound,
of God alone and joy and peace.
Oh daffodils, oh daffodils.
Wealth not from below, but from the clouds.
Oh daffodils, oh daffodils,
how sweet they sound!
THE CHRISTMAS TREE
by Sarah Grace Fulford, Grade 6
I
AM
JOY
LOVE
PEACE
BEAUTY
SACRIFICE
MEEKNESS
GENEROSITY
JEHOVAHJIREH
ALPHA&OMEGA
IAM
WHO
IAM
Playing by Ear
by Tanner Bryson, Grade 9
I sit,
listening,
and hear
the notes,
softly
emanating
in the
background.
Feeling
as if they are so near,
yet so hard to discriminate.
Then, they come, slowly
at first, but then it clicks.
My fingers flow ‘cross the frets,
seeking the tune my ear picks.
A beautiful minor melody emerges,
revealing what was there all along,
what I had missed. Again I try
to find the riff, but it is gone.
The next track starts, and
I sit, listening, and hear
the music in my ears.
I sit,
listening,
and hear
the notes,
softly
emanating
in the
background.
Feeling
as if they are so near,
yet so hard to discriminate.
Then, they come, slowly
at first, but then it clicks.
My fingers flow ‘cross the frets,
seeking the tune my ear picks.
A beautiful minor melody emerges,
revealing what was there all along,
what I had missed. Again I try
to find the riff, but it is gone.
The next track starts, and
I sit, listening, and hear
the music in my ears.
Morning Meal
by Imani Vincent, Grade 6
Once upon a morning,
Breakfast time was boring,
A hyper girl named Pam,
Decided to eat pickled ham,
On the side, she had French toast,
Along with her burnt roast,
She poured herself a pepper shake,
now it seems she’s wide awake,
she’s full and bored to tears,
because her breakfast was the worst she’s had in years.
Once upon a morning,
Breakfast time was boring,
A hyper girl named Pam,
Decided to eat pickled ham,
On the side, she had French toast,
Along with her burnt roast,
She poured herself a pepper shake,
now it seems she’s wide awake,
she’s full and bored to tears,
because her breakfast was the worst she’s had in years.
The Slide
by Caroline Robinson, Grade 6
There was a big green slide.
That is where warriors like to hide.
I bring a big imagination,
It sure is quite a fascination.
I pretend I am a Viking
Or maybe even a high king.
Inside the big green slide,
where warriors like to hide.
Fun With Punsby Delaney Benford
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Fun With Alliterationby Abigail Cissell, Grade 6
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Winter Riding
by Rae Maddox, grade 6
Whirls of wild winds whip across her face Snow is all over the place Galloping They hit a dip As her horse trips Grasping his mane in between her freezing fingers Riding Racing the wind Taken by her horse Through the open field stretch What was once a kelly green |
More Puns
by Delaney Benford
- I’m reading a book about anti-gravity. It's impossible to put down.
- I’m glad I know sign language. It’s pretty handy.
- I wondered why the baseball was getting bigger. Then it hit me.
- Did you hear about the guy whose whole left side was cut off? He’s all right now.
- My job at the concrete plant seems to get harder and harder.
- There once was a cross-eyed teacher who couldn’t control his pupils.
- It’s raining cats and dogs. Well, as long as it doesn’t reindeer.
Limericks
by Delaney Benford
Once there were three little pigs,
They started the day by dancing the jigs,
What a glorious day,
When they meant to say “Hey!”
Their mother pulled off their wigs!
The three blind mice,
Only ate rice,
When they discovered cheese,
Then they started to sneeze,
That was the story of the three blind mice.
There was a woman, who liked dogs,
She said they act like hogs,
She wanted a cat,
Who slept on a mat,
She decided to write this on her blog!
Once there were three little pigs,
They started the day by dancing the jigs,
What a glorious day,
When they meant to say “Hey!”
Their mother pulled off their wigs!
The three blind mice,
Only ate rice,
When they discovered cheese,
Then they started to sneeze,
That was the story of the three blind mice.
There was a woman, who liked dogs,
She said they act like hogs,
She wanted a cat,
Who slept on a mat,
She decided to write this on her blog!
Love Divine
by Savannah Ugan, age 17
My dear, when you look up to the heavens
When you look up to the skies
You catch a glimpse of the wonder and the beauty
That I see in your eyes.
My dear, do you wonder what is perfection
In its truest form
I'd argue its this here and now.
My dear, I'm pretty sure.
I must admit that tonight under the stars
Feeling you breathe as I rest in your arms
I'm more in love than I've ever been thus far.
I've never known this before
Sweet desperation, simple devotion, complete adoration
If you never let me go I'd be ever more than fine
Ever lost in this love divine.
My dear, when you look up to the heavens
When you look up to the skies
You catch a glimpse of the wonder and the beauty
That I see in your eyes.
My dear, do you wonder what is perfection
In its truest form
I'd argue its this here and now.
My dear, I'm pretty sure.
I must admit that tonight under the stars
Feeling you breathe as I rest in your arms
I'm more in love than I've ever been thus far.
I've never known this before
Sweet desperation, simple devotion, complete adoration
If you never let me go I'd be ever more than fine
Ever lost in this love divine.
Noise
by Lydia Rice, Grade 5
Hear the sounds, hear the noise.
Hear the little girls and boys.
Hear people's feet go clippety- clopping,
Hear people's gasps while they're shopping.
Hear musical voices fill the air,
Hear noise because it's almost everywhere.
Hear the sounds, hear the noise.
Hear the little girls and boys.
Hear people's feet go clippety- clopping,
Hear people's gasps while they're shopping.
Hear musical voices fill the air,
Hear noise because it's almost everywhere.
My Friend Toddby Imani Vincent, Grade 6
I had a pet fish was a colorful cod, I couldn’t think of a name so I called him Todd. I read him a story and he started to nod, He went to sleep in his blue and red pod, Dreaming about a golden fishing rod. When he woke up from a well deserved nap, He found himself resting in the comfort of my lap. |
Starsweep
by Elizabeth Kirkwood
I know a little maid, slight and fair
Of face with a round-handled broom
And a pouch of courage-dust
To sweep up the walls of each house
Her apron taps on the tops of her
Short bare feet, hem teasing the dust
With each step, but her eyes
And laugh are old and quick
She sweeps away the dust,
Cleans the fade-song away
And gently brushes the bugs
To their starry-bright beds
Pulling grains of dust from her sack,
She blows them up to the walls,
And it sifts and glimmers down:
Courage breathed, Aslan’s voice.
Then she rides on the North Wind’s back
Clutching tight to her streaming hair,
Dark with cold. Watery-blue eyes
Gulping up the blue starsong.
Mornings break, fresh and clear.
Hope brimming, trembling full,
Coffee or tea, and a sufficient
Measure after the night.
I know a little maid, slight and fair
Of face with a round-handled broom
And a pouch of courage-dust
To sweep up the walls of each house
Her apron taps on the tops of her
Short bare feet, hem teasing the dust
With each step, but her eyes
And laugh are old and quick
She sweeps away the dust,
Cleans the fade-song away
And gently brushes the bugs
To their starry-bright beds
Pulling grains of dust from her sack,
She blows them up to the walls,
And it sifts and glimmers down:
Courage breathed, Aslan’s voice.
Then she rides on the North Wind’s back
Clutching tight to her streaming hair,
Dark with cold. Watery-blue eyes
Gulping up the blue starsong.
Mornings break, fresh and clear.
Hope brimming, trembling full,
Coffee or tea, and a sufficient
Measure after the night.
The Journey to the Call
by Alyssa Forest, Grade 9
I was taken from my home,
Thrust into the fray alone.
Without a clue of what to expect
Or any idea what to do next.
But I discovered within myself
A cunning that was wealth.
And the strength to withstand
Strikes from any hand.
I was not afraid
Of the struggles every day.
For as I learned to survive,
I slowly became more alive.
My strength was refined,
The blood pounding inside,
Reminding me of those sad songs
Sung by ancestors all the night long.
I learned to fight with my wits
To tear enemies to bits
And to hold my head high
Though my body may cry.
I heeded the call
Of the trees so tall,
Searching for the source
Of that mysterious force.
it searches my soul
And begs me to stroll
Into the wilderness so cold
And the world of old.
As I hunt or as I fast
I discover my true past,
running like the wind
With my newfound friend.
But I must always come back
For the love that wild things lack.
Affection I can only receive
From a hand in a sleeve.
One man is the reason I stay
With the humans and their way.
But when my master is no more,
My heart will be free to explore.
As a mother beckons to her child,
So to me is the call of the wild.
I was taken from my home,
Thrust into the fray alone.
Without a clue of what to expect
Or any idea what to do next.
But I discovered within myself
A cunning that was wealth.
And the strength to withstand
Strikes from any hand.
I was not afraid
Of the struggles every day.
For as I learned to survive,
I slowly became more alive.
My strength was refined,
The blood pounding inside,
Reminding me of those sad songs
Sung by ancestors all the night long.
I learned to fight with my wits
To tear enemies to bits
And to hold my head high
Though my body may cry.
I heeded the call
Of the trees so tall,
Searching for the source
Of that mysterious force.
it searches my soul
And begs me to stroll
Into the wilderness so cold
And the world of old.
As I hunt or as I fast
I discover my true past,
running like the wind
With my newfound friend.
But I must always come back
For the love that wild things lack.
Affection I can only receive
From a hand in a sleeve.
One man is the reason I stay
With the humans and their way.
But when my master is no more,
My heart will be free to explore.
As a mother beckons to her child,
So to me is the call of the wild.