Soccer Free verse By Devin Whitney
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Pal O’ Mine A limerick by Rachel Williams Soccer There once was a man named John Free verse Who you would always find mowing his lawn. By Devin Whitney Tall or short grass, he would give it a sneer Out came old faithful John Deere. I love soccer Oh how that man would mow till dawn. It’s a fun sport to play Working was his game Dribble, dribble, and pass Staying active was his name. Run down the field To go outside or to the store Past the other players He would always say he had to do more. To their side But no activity done would be the same. They try to take the ball from you Working for all those years Or kick it back a crossed Pass the ball to your teammates The end for him nears. Don’t let it go out Resting in the evening and at night The defense you have to worry about Trying to do the things he used to with all his might. They will block you at all costs Only whispers from him we hear. They will dive and slide On a cold summers day Kick and hit The wind took him away. But if you make it past For he had cancer You have a shot And there was no enhancer. The goalie is their only defense On the bed cold he lay. The crowd says shoot You take your aim and Goal BROKE A limerick by Steven Starke My Best Friend What can I say By James Woods Free Verse About that horrible day That stupid mutt When me and my cousin went to the park Half a foot tall A couple of hours before dark That stupid mutt I believe it was around the end of May Half Mexican, Half rat That stupid mutt I ollied off a box Licking at the speed of light Man I wish my skateboard had shocks That stupid mutt I fell on my back Jealous of my wife (My fat cat) And I heard a loud crack That stupid mutt I would have rather got the chicken pocks Always when I’m home That stupid mutt I limped to the car Clacking through the house And mom took me to the ER That stupid mutt I went to get an X-ray I needed pins, but not that day Balling in my lap The nurse said there might be a scar That stupid mutt Sleeping at my side I had a cast up to my knee That stupid mutt But to get out of school, that’s not really the key Forcing me awake I didn’t have to go to school That stupid mutt But, I also couldn’t go in the pool Couldn’t live without him ? Now do you see what happened to me ? Nanny By: Zarah Bathrick America’s Game By Devon Disorda You’re still gone WHISTLE!!! The game is on! No matter how hard I try Off the line strong and hard I miss you extremely Quarterback, scattering ‘til the ball is gone Even when I lie Tackle, tackle, hitting hard You’ll never return The question is who’s got the ball? No matter how long Running, running, running as fast as lightening Through each hole You’re gone, just gone So intense, oh so frightening Forever and on The 20, the 30, the 40, the 50… I see you everywhere Go kid go! In pictures Oh no not the D-backs My dreams Lurking back field Seeing the running back At your grave They all start to yield! I still love you very much Juking left and right I do love you, I do but you can’t be here Oh my gosh what a sight! Today, tomorrow He’s going almost to the goal For months years Makes the game finish win He decided to do… Never returning A football roll. I’ll love you forever Till I am gone as well Air An Ode By Isabelle Dewsbury Fire Whistling through the trees An Extended haiku by Chelsea Krause Carrying the bees Filling empty spaces Whizzing by at races Fierce, bold, and wild You keep me cool in summer heat The crackling noises steaming Surrounding me from head to feet Making a pathway You are never seen But always there Bright vibrant colors You’re warm, You’re cold Buildings burning into ash You’re still, You’re silent Steaming hot ash Keeping oxygen For when I need to take a breath You’re like smoke Billowing and grey Impossible to grasp Eating wood, grass, and buildings Without you Hazy and smoky I would be no more Holding the gravity, so you’re holding me to Blazing through fields We fill you with poison But we don’t mean to hurt you that way Sparks eating up grasses Spreading red blankets Though you are nothing You are everything to me Roasting marshmallows Flickering and igniting Reduce to ashes Life Tryouts By Jack Bechdol Free Verse A free verse by Austin Babcock Fix your own life Waiting for this time to come Says the person Waiting stressfully all year Whose life needs fixing People are excited I try and I try, Kids are yelling, “Are you ready?” But nothing works Since the time is here We got on the floor That is why And do lay‐ups I made it worse As strictly cautious coach is watching closely Then people find out For the 15 kids who make it And they don’t leave me alone Then when we are all done So they help me, but nothing works We start to run rapidly like lions after their prey So I go on with my life So the coach knows the kids’ speed And try to wish it all away The squeak of our shoes But it comes back Cutting back and forth Only worse than before From wall to wall So I go to an adult Giving all you got But nothing works Hoping for a spot Says the person Now it’s time to shoot Whose life needs fixing 2 pointers, 3 pointers and foul shots This is where you take your precious time Let the basketball RIDING MY ADVENTURE Expertly roll off your fingers ODE BY TYLER MATTICE Swishing through the net Now it’s the end The quiet sound when I wake up In the locker room Walking down the stairs Waiting… Going out to the shed For the coach to tell you if you made it Seeing nothing but a dirt bike The pounding of hearts like cannon balls exploding They’re scared I take my key Worried And start the engine Nervously shaking Which makes a sound “ BROOM BROOM “ Tryouts’ worst time Then, I shift down and gas the throttle My engine makes a sound like a lion Nothing left behind But a cloud of dust in the air But into the nature where my fun has just begun I see trees everywhere And taste the fresh air And smell the engine exhaust Running through my nose But fun is yet over The fun has just begun. Forever Young Heartbroken An ode by Emily Shear An elegy by Jenna Walton I wish that I were young again O dear grandfather, To run again Your smiling face Gone astray. For fun again Your soothing hands To play all day No longer there To comfort me. And laugh to laugh Your voice Because I can Never again To fill me with glee. Again. Tears fall like rain I wish that I were young again As you are lowered To your new home. To point again Your garden To stare again Never to bloom again. I feel empty now To scare again Alone and lost. To yell again But I am not without hope. For I know that someday TO SCREAM AGAIN! I will be whole again And that your memory will live on in my heart Because I can and will again Forever more. Again. I wish that I were young again To run, for fun To play, and laugh To point and stare Green To scare, and yell A Sonnet By: Kyle Phillips Trees are big and green AND SCREAM! They get cut to attract tourist Because I can and will By a giant massacre machine And wish and hope To build a mall in a freezing forest That I could be that free again, again. Trees keep the sun out And people dry When there is a drought Or when a storm passes by Trees won’t be around for a while No more oxygen and stuff Unless people change their style And say oxygen is enough I am proud to have trees Keeping alive humans, animals, bugs, and bees! Skaters Pocono A Free Verse by Michael Leto A free verse by Reed Mardon Kick push kick push cost, The wheels glide across the ground, The tricky triangle some call it This is the sound of our sport, With notorious sharp turns Pop, And long straight-aways The board comes off the ground, With a checkered flag painted on the front stretch Crunch I hit the floor, And a 2:30 Sunday start time I get back up to try again, Unless rain turns it to a Monday Pop swish a kick flip, History made, Where double file racing heats up the race A milestone set, Where part of the stands are chairs A memory made, but the pain still there, And parts are bleachers So you see it’s all about ambition, In the 6th race until the chase I’ve seen pros doing these tricks a million times, On a 2.5 mile speedway They’re so smooth so slick so superior, A 500 mile, 200 lap spectacle They ride and slide on ramps like it’s a piece of ice, Is set to take place Just look at who we got, Tony hawk The Bird Man, As race time approaches Never afraid to break limits, And 43 cars roar to life Ryan Sheckler is young, but a prodigy, As loud as a jet engine So as you can see, And begin a motorsports marathon We need the next generation, Which carries on for what seems like an eternity To pick up in their footsteps With speeds that reach up to 200 miles per hour Up in the Pocono Mountains Medieval Times Where rain is always a possibility Where with no lights An Extended Limerick Day racing is a must by Nick Spisak In a place where two Sundays a year NASCAR lights up Pennsylvania There once was a very shy knight. Who couldn’t get over his fright. Melodies of Music A dragon to slay, A free-verse by Emily Buckley-Crist But he ran away. Joyous, mournful He let the whole town down that night. Rapid, lethargic. Remember better times. Forget everything, There once was a pretty princess. Let it fill your mind. Who had a great deal of stress. She could not work it out, Fill the silence. Make everyone halt. She would always pout. Serene, boisterous. Whenever she lost in chess. Make you wince if played wrong. Makes you smiled when played right. There once was a thrifty shoe maker. Who tried to make a shoe for the baker. Appropriate for everything, It had a huge rip, Funerals, weddings, birthdays, holidays. If you search long enough, you can find a song for everything and everyone. It was missing a strip. That shoe was a big mistaker. Create. There once was a rock with a sword. Or just listen. Challenged to loosen it was a lord. Bringing people together, A fellow named Arthur, Or ripping them apart. Got it out way farther. Than anyone had done before. Forget everything, Let it fill your mind. The Art of Defeat: A Free Verse by Bridget Gettys Ugly Monsters All I see are monsters Run, I am running In my stupid, stupid head My breath is ripping into my open chest Ripping My lungs catch fire and heave Shredding I keep going Tearing My heart is pumping Destroying Racing Taking my memories Breaking My thoughts I can’t go on My dreams I cannot breathe Breaking them into pieces of nothing I stop Pieces of stupid I lay Idiotic debris I close my eyes How can you be so ignorant? Drifting into silent oblivion They ask Letting the So strange? Mangled So alien? Tangled Stupid, stupid Ugly Go away Monsters Farther and farther Overtake me Black oceans fill my head Beating my crouched, battered body Spilling out my eyes and ears Letting my empty, stupid blood Blocking out my stupid senses Be spilled I can’t see Making my head spin Or breathe My hushed self leaves my body Where am I going? I am on the ground The monsters are screaming I am defeated Leave I am letting go They say Letting the monsters Go away Take me. No one thinks you’re smart Or beautiful Or important You are nothing They’re screaming Oh my head, my head You are nothing Nothing I am gone Dead Black White Tortured Humiliated Leaving Gone I am running Faster, faster Run They’re screaming again Mangled Tangled Hate The Anticipation of Christmas A free verse by Jena Nunziato A Free Verse by Nick Bush I scold your eyes with the utmost intensity. I make your heart burst. It’s the eve before Christmas! Leaving a gaping hole in your chest; Hearts are intoxicated with the joy of the season! I taunt you. I hurt you. Unwrapped gifts, topped with shimmering bows, wait beneath Making you lose all your faith, the tree. In life, in any perpetual bliss. So much anticipation for the still young kid inside of me. I leave you alone, surrounded by everyone. What gifts will I receive? Will they appeal to me? They don’t realize your pain, they move too fast. I just can’t wait! Please? What will they be? I cause your flaws, I am your imperfections. The awful feeling I bring you, I eat your insides. Dad says it’s time for bed. Yet, I can‘t hit the sack! You feel the tears burn, acid, running down your face. I’ll toss and turn for hours to come. I judge you. I fill you. I just can’t stop thinking… about those radiant…dazzling Then you can’t breathe. boxes: You wish your lungs would just collapse. Especially the ones just for me! You would no longer feel the sting of my presence. I’m really… not…that… t…i…r...e…d… And the lingering of the state in which I leave you. But your lungs continue working, Well, knock my socks off! It’s the crack of dawn. “Wake up!” Your heart is always pumping. What do you say? No, not breakfast, not yet. Even when I come and go, I am always equally appalling. It’s time for the rewards of my grand behavior! You feel as if… Quickly! Look! This one’s for mom. That one’s for dad. You’ll never be good enough. Unbelievable! This voluminous gift is actually for me! Like… I can hardly take the excitement! You’ll never do anything correctly. Things look so vivacious and radiant: I am the most repulsive passion. The presents, the lights, the decorations on the tree. I fill you with myself. The aroma is majestic: pine boughs and wreaths, Cherry wood crackling in the fireplace, Winter Steam from hot cocoa we sip from our mugs, A free verse by JESSICA LOSEE Mouthwatering, honey glazed ham soon to roast in the oven. It’s the time of year It’s a house and a feast fit for a king. Very controversial Look! Out the window! Snow covered trees! Some people enjoy my wintery winds Dancing around in the cool wintry breeze. Others hate my shivery gusts Here comes the family, their noses so red. There’s ton of holiday spirit And our out of town friends with cool hats upon their heads. All this excitement! The noise is surreal! People filled to the top The music, the laughter, the commotion that surrounds me! Or a scrooge ruining holiday fun It’s the craziest, most fun and wonderful day of the year! You can run and jump into the frozen flying Yep! The best part of all: Christmas is finally here! flakes Or pack them into balls of ice Simulate a war make signs of peace on the ground Hot chocolate warms your soul Fire crackles in every house Blankets are counted by 2s Families seem to gather Exchanging gifts and love No matter what religion there’s always something to do Hanukkah, Kwanza, Christmas, and more Colorful lights everywhere Flicking, flashing, fluttering Spirit is everywhere As we embrace the New Year Audition A Free Verse by Rachel Neumann Jumping in the hall Home Scared out of my mind A Free Verse by Victoria Smith Pacing back and forth, Wanting to sprint away. Her feet can move at rapid paces, Older kids going in filling the air with oohs and ahhs. Doing this before, Or lengthen each movement, And when they come back… Precious pride filled their faces Making tear droplets fall from squinted eyes. She finds comfort in this place, I hear the eighth graders Of love, sweat and tears. “You’ll do fine,” they whispered It could never let her down, But ferocious fear framed my face “You won’t do fine,” it said. It’s the only thing she trusts. All she needs are her shoes, I walk into the music room And her free spirits, My legs like yarn, That’s enough for her hollow heart. My feet cinder blocks I sing and act my heart out The hymn’s of the bagpipes, But the two teacher tormentors Will always be with her. Say nothing at all The fast beat or slow beat, A few weeks pass and the list goes up She won’t forget either. I couldn’t look at it at first Disappointment and envy filling my mind Her routines sound like wood peckers, “You’re nothing but a little lonely loser” they Each empty tap, sneered. Burrowing through the ground. Her legs look like rocks on steroids, But I looked at the list and saw my name Each muscle highlighted, My Drama audition a success Once I saw Rachel Neumann: Police In a thick, carving line. I didn’t care about the rest!! But on her toes, She looks dainty, Soccer As she springs about. A free verse She feels the feeling of being unwanted, By Sydney Kane Every time she faces the public, But when she dashed home, Hard and tough, And throws on her shoes, Physical like war. She feels loved and safe, Training every day. Back into her dance once more. Sweet smell of sweat. Bruises everywhere. Running up and down the field. Dribbling in and out, Passing to our team mates. Goalie, Fullback, Halfback, Forward, Coach, We can’t win without them. Our team is more like a family. Hot, cold, snow, rain, Indoor, outdoor. We love the game. Swish is the sound of a goal. Victory is the best feeling. RIVER A Haiku by Adam Boehlke Swoosh! A Free Verse by Michael Campigno Stream is tumbling It was 42-41 us. Long steady flow down the way Flowing normally We had ball. Dribbling up the court. The ROCK rock was stolen! Big small medium Rolling rolling down the hill On the fast break Like a memory and to the lay-up. Now its 42-43 them. SNOW Our ball now. Puffy like a cloud White like a sheet of paper Bounce, bounce, bounce Melt like an ice cub Open in the corner. Catch, shoot, swoosh buzz. TREES The buzzer SHOT. Still like a big rock Cut down to be manufactured Winning us the game. Colorful like life 45-43 RAIN Small like a pebble Soft like a blanket of snow Clear as a glass Track Ode to Trees A Free Verse By: Katie Semenick An Ode by Chayse Bagbey The sound of sticky sneakers on the floor It’s gum on your shoe Your billions of leaves, People stretching like bungee cords Waving in the sun Loud, chanting, cheering, clapping fans in the The colors changing slowly, stands Green to orange, red, and yellow. 4 best friends by your side Only one can win The wind blowing through you, Take off down the track Shaking you about, Around the bend and down the corner But still you stand tall, Feel the wind in your hair Though your leaves blow around. Pass the others Knees on fire From bright to dull, Ticking time bombs You are still beautiful You want to stop but you can’t Even from day to night, Fast as a puma sprinting till the end When you whisper to the moon. Neck and neck We cut you down, You push to win Cross the line For things we need, Fall to your knees Falling like rain, You still have one more lap to go said the official To the ground. Thank you trees, For all you do, Accepting us, Even though we abuse you. American Heroes Life and death An epic by Michael Parker A ballad by Miles Lukens These are American heroes They are mothers, and fathers People think violently and people think peacefully. Sisters, and brothers Some people think both ways. Sons, and daughters All things are used in both ways. Most don’t control these things but are controlled by them. They go away These things cause war and end it. Days at a time They can help people and demolish people. To practice and prepare They can sometimes be stopped and other times they will For that frightful day never end. The day when they leave Unstoppable and stoppable as they always will be. When they say good bye Destroying lives and rebuilding them. To their friends and families Feelings of hatred and care. And go over seas Always a chance to be one or another. To fight for their country Sometimes these feelings and thoughts are permanent in peoples’ minds. They stay for a year One a demon and one an angel. But every minute it’s possible to die One of despair and one of hope. Even in a car or at a base One dreadful and one helpful. No matter where they are One dark as the devil’s soul and one brighter than god’s heart. No one’s safe People think violently and people think peacefully. Some people think in both ways. But they do it anyways To protect their families All things are used in both ways. And anyone who can’t protect them self Most people don’t control these things but are controlled by them. These are American heroes Stay Nature An Extended Cinquain By Emma Mukha A sonnet by Sherry Cady Snow Your eyes shined with love and affection Nice and Fluffy I don’t want to walk away Sleet, Slush, Soft Snow a lot Heartbreak can’t compare to rejection Snowy!! I want you to stay The stitches aren’t there Ice Still no one will compare Very cold Crystal, glaze, diamond Even though you pulled the thread and took the repair Melts in a while My love for you remains rare I know your heart throbs with pain Rain Yet I feel the same Fall, pour, drizzle Rains for a while Our love still remains Rainbow!! I understand I’m to blame My love for you was always true Leaves All I want is my life with you Fall of the tree Red, Orange, Brown Settle on ground Fall!! Trees A free verse by Ryan Perrotte Trees are cut down Where My Father Lies Tall but not many Fun for climbing An epic by Thomas Hancock Dangerous if struck High but not to high O tell me great oracle Green, what earth should be Not brown or black Where does my father lie? Fun for monkeys of all sorts Is he dead is he alive? Cape Cod, Indianapolis, New York Will I need to sail across the seas? Connected to the ground Sways in the wind like a person waving goodbye Or fly across great lands White and blue is what the sky should be I will go anywhere to any place Math, English, Social Studies, and Science Defeat any monster or villain Wasting me Whack! I hit a house To know where my father lies. Branches break in the blizzards I will run like a cheetah, My branches fly up into the sky Swim as a fish, I have a few branches Clouds soar above me, gray or white I will be a hawk with keen eyes Pencils, firewood, paper, soccer, football, and baseball To find where my father lies, I see the game going on If he is under ground, in a cave I will dig as a worm, Snow Flakes To see where my father lies An Extended Haiku by Sarah Rhodes O tell me great oracle Please tell me oracle Snowflakes are peaceful. Is he dead is he alive Some snowflakes fall down lightly, Where O where Collecting onto trees, Where does my father lie? Soft on hands and feet, Gloom Beautiful on houses and roads, A free verse by Emma Cumm And pretty on grass, Your chest is bursting Like a balloon Melts fairly quickly, Can’t hold it any longer Also shine when looked at. Welling and swelling But snow kills all plants, The monster mocks you Spreading through your body Making your muscles ache Is wet on your clothes, You try to tell Melts into your boots and socks, But no one will listen Freeze your fingers, No one will listen to that deep dark feeling That over takes you at night Making your mind turn grimly Snow steps on your shoes, Or to the salty liquid As it falls peacefully down, Skimming your cheeks Onto you and friends, Staining them damp and lustrous No one’s there to help you through it It all gets sucked up And it sits on cars, Stored in your chest Because it’s made of water, Shattering it to pieces It helps wet the earth. Until you break completely And the feeling of nothing Feels good. UNWANTED GRAVITY Love Game A Ballad by JASON VALVO A Free Verse by Ashleigh Westervelt A heart is not a play thing I dreamed of drifting off somewhere, A heart is not a toy To a place of wonders and adventure, But if you want it broken just give it to a boy. But it all wash away once the, Gravity turned on its pressure. Boys never give their hearts They play you for a fool I still have the heart I wanted, Then they wait until you give your heart Before this incident, And then they play it cool But man is cruel and evil, For it is no accident. You think that when he whispers That special someone’s you I wanted to live in a place I could; In his heart he means it Float, fly, and spin, And every word is true Yet gravity of man is a… Horrible, horrible sin. But you had better think Don’t believe his words just yet I tried to jump, glide, run, For if you do my dearest But it isn’t really fun, Heartbreaks all you’ll get. To realize you can’t do it, For damage has already been done! Don’t ever fall in my love my friend You see it doesn’t pay It could have happened to anyone, Love it causes broken hearts it happens every day But why was it me? For my dream was anchored in… Love is beautiful, but it can hurt, it’s true But now it’s stuck like a tree. You’ll think you’re dying before it’s through I can tell you all of this I know I could have jumped and never come down, Because I fell for the same guy as you! For it is where I wanted, But as you see my dreams are lost… Creek ‘Cause gravity has me planted. A haiku by Autumn Bailey I would have seen galaxies, Whispering, roaring. Frozen moons and stars, Unspoken words of freedom. Nebulae’s dust and clouds, A tale of life, death. Even big quasars. Two streams collide, one. I dreamed of drifting off somewhere, Running past patches of fern, To a place of wonders and adventure, Dragging some along. But it all wash away once the, Gravity turned on its pressure. On and on it goes, Searching for a resting spot It will never find. Creek turns to river. River flows into an ocean. Gone, the creek is now. One day a new creek, Whispering words of freedom, Will join with the ocean. Gloom Unique A free verse by Emma Cumm A haiku by Ashley Harseim Your chest is bursting Like a balloon I am bright fire Can’t hold it any longer Blazing in the open Welling and swelling Spreading everywhere The monster mocks you Spreading through your body I am wild wind whirl Making your muscles ache Wiping in and out of trees You try to tell Speeding as I go But no one will listen No one will listen to that deep dark feeling That over takes you at night I am giant wave Making your mind turn grimly Crashing into what I see Or to the salty liquid Wiping out my path Skimming your cheeks Staining them damp and lustrous I am burning sun No one’s there to help you through it Blinding those who look at me It all gets sucked up Stored in your chest Glimmering and bright Shattering it to pieces Until you break completely I am amazing And the feeling of nothing Nothing quite like me Feels good. I am different Turn Left Christmas Tree A Free Verse by David Austin A free verse by Jayden Feliciano Down the straight As fast as you can go A tree of good times and laughter Heel to the steel Starting the holiday season Pedal to the metal Until the fear of God is put into you A tree of hugs and thanks for The presents and gifts below it Then you turn left A tree of extreme happiness It’s when the thrill of speed As if it grew money Overcomes the horror of everything else That’s when you turn left A tree of lights and decorations That illuminate the soul You shoot to kill Everybody else out there A tree of traditions passed on From year to year sin 354 AD You got the target on your back And you know it, A tree of choice And you feed off of it As if it were calling your name And you’re almost blacking out That’s when you turn left A tree of pine needles and Christmas scent A tree of resemblance for that one day When you hit the straight again, It’s a mad dash to the next one But when that one day passes And that tree slowly dies out Passing, swerving, bumping, hitting, It’s now in your blood That tree is now It gains on you like a sickness A tree of nothing Until you turn left That’s when you turn left Amen Those Days An Ode by Liz Wickham A free verse by Lyssa Borowiec Don’t leave, don’t go The day he was first born Don’t say it again Was November 5th Don’t say that your life The year was 2008 has come to an end He is just perfect It doesn’t have to be this way The day we brought him home Your life can still be saved He was still so little Now is not your time He had the cutest little features Your gravestone should not yet be engraved He is just perfect Please! Please don’t do this! Whatever happened to me? The day he celebrated his first Christmas I am still your friend He couldn’t walk I am still your family He couldn’t talk I know that you’re in pain Or barely hold his head up But I know you can endure He is just perfect And I also know your death is perniciously premature The day he said his first word Your life is a young tree Which, by the way was ball It’s still on its way Ball this… Please don’t be the wildfire Ball that… that takes its future away He is like an iPod stuck on replay Suicide is not the answer He is just perfect Nothing is what it will fix Life may be harder than death The day he cut his first tooth But weakness is what self-murder depicts He got a “cold” Popping of some pills, Runny nose Stabbing of a knife Teary eyes And everything in between are the tools and methods you’d use He is just perfect to regrettably end your life Don’t leave, don’t go The day he started to walk Don’t say it again He was a drunken sailor Don’t say that your life Tripping, falling, then getting back up again has come to an end “ow , boom, bang, ugh!” Amen. He is just perfect The day he turned one He didn’t like his cake Mommy even made it He did like his gifts He is just perfect Joseph Michael Latter is his name We call him Joey He loves to play We love him very dearly He is just perfect Cousin Rob New Arrival An elegy by Matthew Benton A free verse by Taylor Heinze Cousin Rob I loved but never knew. It came running in I felt but didn’t see She went from end to end I wonder how your mom felt, I know mine cried. Her nails hitting the floor as she runs You sent me one shirt now that’s the one that means the Click, clack, click, clack most. Try’s eating the cat’s food I’ve never been to Michigan but I’ve been there all my life. Running from person to person Your surgery was what next week but then you flew The cat was spotted away. Bird like very unexpectedly. She chased the cat right out the door I guess it wasn’t your choice to fall out of the tree of Life. The cage and food was brought in I didn’t even know. We were told to keep her over night But then again it was in my mind since the beginning. Cousin Rob. She sat in her cage that night Thanks for sticking with The cat wouldn’t come in for weeks Us for all the It took only days to spoil her Time you Could The cat ran in and behind a bed Love Now the barking is much more You They are now friends A lot. But they’re chasing each other at times Snow They sometimes sleep together A Ballad by Christine Lopienski When we leave she goes in her cage As the clouds float over the sea, She is the best dog ever! It gathers water to fill me. This is not about a cloud, but what it creates in the end I start out as moisture From the ocean so dark and blue The water rises up to the cloud, Until full First,I start out high in the sky Falling,Falling,Falling down Dancing in the sky as I fall Getting colder as I go I show in the winter, Afraid of the heat I live in the cold Without it I could not appear Essential to my creation Water and cold It takes the two of them To make me unfold A Sonnet to the Snow Winter A Sonnet by Chelsea Adams A cinquain by Audrey Davison You flit so gracefully, From the sky, Ballerinas, so lovely, Snowflakes Right by my eye, Falling down Gather on the ground, Compact or loose, Swirling, sparkling, shimmering Tight like a pound, Each one is different Fluffy like goose, You stick to the trees, Blanket Right over head, You make my nose freeze, Cold Then it turns red, First I’ll fall down and make some snow angels, Goose bumps Then I’ll go inside, Have hot chocolate and Blasting, numbing, shivering bagels. Wind stinging your face Arctic My Two Families A Free Verse by Craig Brozowski Dormant I have two families, They can both be kind and supporting, Animals asleep But also very annoying, Quiet chilled air However, I’m in them both for a while. Only waking in spring One family is diverse, Hibernating Tall, short, strong, shaky, None of them a bit like me, But with phenomenal heart and spirit. Ice My other is just like yours, Pointing edges A mom, dad, and brother, Freezing, crunching, melting They brace me more than my other, And make me ten times as angry. As clear as glass Crystal Both these families are in my life, I see them every day. They guide and supervise me, And also the other way. In case you haven’t guessed it, I have a sports family of goofballs, And an immediate family of chaos, And I couldn’t ask for two better families. The Man with the Golden Heart Stone Wall By Jacob Clouse A free verse by: Kailin Rivituso Stone wall I fell into I have never met him, Your rocks bruise and break my bones yet I have always known him. The barbed wire who layers your long row For he watches over me from above, Sticks me like pins smiling down on me. Wake up and see my blood lye there As MY horse gallops away So far into the woods He was larger than life, So far ahead a man who loved everybody. Nobody knows He was as strong as the mighty oak, They are too far back his step was like that of a rabbit’s, So what do I do now broken, bleeding, and he had a heart of gold. Alone Wait for help I guess, in a pile full of His clap was a rival of thunder, Stone because of its loud ‘BOOM!’, No one comes, I wait a while His laugh was a wonderful, wise, and whooping sound, Then I see the speck start to form comforting those in need, Over the hill and become black But he is most remembered for his heart of gold, As the sun goes behind it Screeching halt in front of me help comes Bringing me back to the barn, He was taken before his time, Tired, broken, bleeding but the good always die young. And even thought death has separated us, he still looks after me, A Beauty to be Witnessed protecting me from evil, An Extended Cinquain by Lizzie Noyes as my guardian angel. Castles And even though he passed years before me, Old brick structures I still feel as though I know him. The land prospering Of luscious greenery My grandfather, The man with the golden heart. Colossal Cobblestone Fighting up against The watery seas Head to head Furiously Plip! Plip! Rain plummeting 100 gallons a minute It nourishes the beautiful Wildlife located there Home of the shamrock Land of fascinating history Many hidden secrets Below the depths Of the land Noel A Ode by Katie Carleton An Ode to my Nikes An Ode by Neiko Bianchino Each and every year I bring happiness and joy to all. “Click, Clack” I can beat that. Trees are set up in my honor I will “just do it,” I’ll show the world. With beautiful ornaments and My sneakers are no ordinary pair of sneakers, Lights that are bright like the stars. they are my Robin to Batman, Streams of garland that are white my compadre and you can’t, As snow are wrapped around trees. A star is placed on top of the tree you won’t separate us. That shines like the golden sun. We have a bond better The warm and sweet smell of than a mother to a child, Gingerbread blows throughout houses. better than peanut butter and jelly. I bring cold snowy days and High ankle support, light weight, Whistling winter winds. and a high arch in the foot is all I need, and my Nikes fit the requirements Children build snowmen and Me and my Nikes against the world, better bet us to come out on top. Make snow angels in the snow. Scrappy and quick Trees glisten with snow. is how we play on the b-ball court. The soft melodies of silver bells You can’t say we are full of our selves, liar, because it is just confidence, 100 Ring, ring, ring. percent confidence. Horses hooves clip and clap Black on white, On the icy ground. the oldest match in the book, Stockings hang above the warm, glowing fireplace. still we don’t make it look plain at all. Children leave cookies out for Santa We ROCK it. In hope that he will come. “Click, clack” I can beat that. They wake up in the morning with I will, “just do it,” I’ll show the world. Excitement to see what he had brought. I told you the story about my Nikes, All was Merry and bright they are no ordinary pair of sneakers On this Christmas night. they are my Robin to Batman, My peanut butter to jelly, my compadre and you can’t- you won’t- over my dead body- will you ever, ever separate me and my Nike’s.