A Sad Story
by Monica Jane Dierken
One day I was just sitting there in my bowl of magma
when I felt the shaking. I had heard there was going to be some evacuation
when people would have to be moved from their homes.
I was scared. I’ve always wondered what it would be like
to burst out the top of my home. Our next door neighbor,
my best friend, Billy – he went about a week ago.
I saw him and his family leave our world, go into another.
It was like watching a caterpillar leave its cocoon
and turn into a butterfly, but not so joyful. Like the butterfly
dies when he comes out. So after that I asked myself,
“When will I leave? When will I go see Billy?”
When I go into another world.
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Old Age
by Jessie Kimmel
Old age is a tiny newborn kitten.
It’s like a small, fragile, breakable object.
When the kitten is a little bigger and can see,
it’s like magic – the curiosity that the kitten has
in what it sees. It’s almost a crystal ball, with you in it,
being watched. When the kitten can crawl without
wobbling it looks like it has paddles on its feet,
reminding me of “Row Row Row Your Boot.”
When the kitten is old enough to go to another
home, it’s like a memory, slowly fading away,
and if you see that kitten when it’s full grown
and old, it’s like life was a dream overnight,
but why? No one knows. Maybe it’s just a blessing
or a gift from God made especially for you,
like a birthday cake, or memories.
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When I Was a Child
by Brandon C. Ransom
When I was a child
the days went by so fast
I would try to savor
every minute
by fishing or playing a board game
or just waiting. Waiting
for a long, long time.
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Old Age
by Katie Jardine
Old age is my Dad’s face getting red
like the lava in summer on the mountain.
Old age is my Mom swimming day and night
and coming out wrinkled.
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Fall
by Megan Daniels
The dry flat land slowly turns
as grey as an old man’s beard.
People who were once enjoying the heat
are bundled up going to work.
Animals’ fur turns from a bright glow
to the soft grey of the snow.
The once warm lake gently turns
to ice. The sun takes his vacation
as the clouds take their jobs.
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Rituals of Cameras
by Jordan Lutz
Turn on the camera. |
Then zoom in to the object.
Look through the hole.
Push the button and hold.
It will flash. Silently.
Don’t move.
Look back at the picture.
Save or delete.
Save the good pictures.
Be aware of more objects.
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I Think it’s Cool
Lane Lomont
I think it’s cool
how they turn wood
into paper. It starts off
as a tree. Then it gets
cut down. Then they cut
off the branches, load
the log on a truck, and take
it to the paper making place.
It gets made into paper.
Than it gets sold, and I
write on it.
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Snow Ritual
by Jake Arnold & Sam Hall
Dream of a snowy day.
Give away the fall day,
for a day of snow.
Give away five hundred dollars of clay,
for a day in the snow.
Give away Chinese food,
for a day of play.
Get a snowmobile,
for a day of play.
Dance for snow.
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Sun Ritual
by Kaitlynn Wood & Crystal Widburg
Get lazy.
Jump off, jump in.
Do a belly flop.
Say, “Ouch ouch ouch ouch!”
Throw hot dogs at each other.
Run around in circles screaming your head off.
Laugh in the sun, “Hahaha!”
Watch the pigs fly.
Sing as if you are in an opera.
Say, “Hot hot hot.”
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Fall
by Mitchell Hall
Fall is started at Halloween,
like a good time starting. The leaves
are orange like orange juice, red
as the falling sunset, yellow like a bee
and its honey. All of a sudden,
you close your eyes and open them.
It is all white. White. No more orange,
no more red, no more yellow…
Times past, memories are made.
Before you know it, the snow is gone.
Before you know it, birds are back.
The trees green as if to say,
“School is over. Go have some fun.”
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