Rain
The beautiful rain washes down from the sky
It stops at the tree and drips from up high
The sound is so lovely
The smell is so fresh
The taste is so sweet
When I touch it I’m wet
The rain pours like crashing waves
Here one minute and gone the next
The rain quenches the earth’s thirst
And brings a promise of a rainbow
Some say it rains when God cries
But I think it is a blessing from the sky
-Cassie Ham
Age 12
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
Just Dance
Dont be afraid
Join the parade
Of people sweating
'Cause you will be getting
Into the beat
So feel the heat
Run 'cause it's fun
Skip 'cause it's hip
Hop, just bop
Groove, just move
Prance, JUST DANCE!
By Yasmeen
Age 11
Join the parade
Of people sweating
'Cause you will be getting
Into the beat
So feel the heat
Run 'cause it's fun
Skip 'cause it's hip
Hop, just bop
Groove, just move
Prance, JUST DANCE!
By Yasmeen
Age 11
School
When coming to school better early than late
and come before they shut the gate
When in class take out your book
then sit and read in a little nook
Class time! Pay attention!
Learn about Tom and his famous invention
Time to go home so hop in the car
or ride your bike if you dont live far
Time to sleep so hop in bed
so sleep well and clear your head!
By Yasmeen
Age 11
and come before they shut the gate
When in class take out your book
then sit and read in a little nook
Class time! Pay attention!
Learn about Tom and his famous invention
Time to go home so hop in the car
or ride your bike if you dont live far
Time to sleep so hop in bed
so sleep well and clear your head!
By Yasmeen
Age 11
The Meaning of Dreaming
Dreams are what you follow
When you are hopelessly lost,
Dreams are things you save
No matter what the cost,
Dreams are what you believe in
When you feel dejected,
Dreams are what you enter
When you are rejected
So follow your dreams follow them true,
And soon the answers will come to you!
By Hannah
Age 12
When you are hopelessly lost,
Dreams are things you save
No matter what the cost,
Dreams are what you believe in
When you feel dejected,
Dreams are what you enter
When you are rejected
So follow your dreams follow them true,
And soon the answers will come to you!
By Hannah
Age 12
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
Riches
They say that times were tough then
That money was very tight
But I remember when I was five years old
And I know that can’t be right
Mom would cook our dinner
Dad would arrive at five
We were all sitting at the table
Waiting for him to arrive
We ate collards, we ate biscuits
We ate lamb and black peas
We said yes sir and no sir
We said thank you and please
Parents to the left of me
Sisters to the right
That’s the way we ate dinner
Every single night
So when you think of family life
Or how it used to be
Though many had more money
None were as rich as me
-Vaisakh
Age 12
That money was very tight
But I remember when I was five years old
And I know that can’t be right
Mom would cook our dinner
Dad would arrive at five
We were all sitting at the table
Waiting for him to arrive
We ate collards, we ate biscuits
We ate lamb and black peas
We said yes sir and no sir
We said thank you and please
Parents to the left of me
Sisters to the right
That’s the way we ate dinner
Every single night
So when you think of family life
Or how it used to be
Though many had more money
None were as rich as me
-Vaisakh
Age 12
The School Day Begins
It’s Monday morning at 7:01
You’re still half asleep; your homework is half done
Your shower is cold; your oatmeal is dry
Your mother forgets to kiss you goodbye
You’re walking to school; it’s thirty degrees
Your fingers won’t work; your toes and ears freeze
Your zipper is stuck; your left sneaker squeaks
Your backpack strap snaps; your soup thermos leaks
You slip on school steps; you trip in the hall
The toilet floods in the bathroom stall
The gym door is locked; the library is the same
The principal greets you by the wrong name
Your classroom is hot; the coat rack is packed
Our bean sprout is dead; your clay pot is cracked
Your pencils are dull; the sharpener jams
Your fingers get crushed when your desktop slams
Your math partner is gone; your neighbor is rude
Your teacher is again in a crabby mood
The morning bell rings; it’s 8:01
Come cozy up to the white board
Another school day has begun
-Vaisakh
Age 12
You’re still half asleep; your homework is half done
Your shower is cold; your oatmeal is dry
Your mother forgets to kiss you goodbye
You’re walking to school; it’s thirty degrees
Your fingers won’t work; your toes and ears freeze
Your zipper is stuck; your left sneaker squeaks
Your backpack strap snaps; your soup thermos leaks
You slip on school steps; you trip in the hall
The toilet floods in the bathroom stall
The gym door is locked; the library is the same
The principal greets you by the wrong name
Your classroom is hot; the coat rack is packed
Our bean sprout is dead; your clay pot is cracked
Your pencils are dull; the sharpener jams
Your fingers get crushed when your desktop slams
Your math partner is gone; your neighbor is rude
Your teacher is again in a crabby mood
The morning bell rings; it’s 8:01
Come cozy up to the white board
Another school day has begun
-Vaisakh
Age 12
A Tribute to Family
I don’t know how it started
Or how it all began
But God created families
As only our Lord can
He was teaching what it means
To love, honor, and obey
He wanted a strong bond
That we don’t see too much today
He wanted someone to hold us
And show respect for others
He wanted someone who’d be gentle
And so he created mothers
He wanted someone strong
A support filled love
And so he created fathers
Sent from heaven up above
Brothers and sisters came next
With that an instant friend
Someone to look up to
Someone on who to depend
When he put them all together
He was amazed at what he had done
He created a family
Mother, Father, Daughter, Son
But look at the family
Created by only two
How many we’ve become
And all because of you
We have a lot to be thankful for
The memories through the years
The many times together
Full of laughter, full of tears
I don’t know where we’d be today
If it weren’t for the two of you
To show us strength, support, and love
Like only the two of you can do
-Vaisakh
Age 12
Or how it all began
But God created families
As only our Lord can
He was teaching what it means
To love, honor, and obey
He wanted a strong bond
That we don’t see too much today
He wanted someone to hold us
And show respect for others
He wanted someone who’d be gentle
And so he created mothers
He wanted someone strong
A support filled love
And so he created fathers
Sent from heaven up above
Brothers and sisters came next
With that an instant friend
Someone to look up to
Someone on who to depend
When he put them all together
He was amazed at what he had done
He created a family
Mother, Father, Daughter, Son
But look at the family
Created by only two
How many we’ve become
And all because of you
We have a lot to be thankful for
The memories through the years
The many times together
Full of laughter, full of tears
I don’t know where we’d be today
If it weren’t for the two of you
To show us strength, support, and love
Like only the two of you can do
-Vaisakh
Age 12
Saturday, August 21, 2010
Floridian Christmas
As I play at the beach I look around,
To see no snow on the ground.
In Florida we’ve got to live with sand,
And when it’s Christmas,
That’s not so grand.
Yes, we can tube and
Yes, we can ski
But not on snow,
On water, you see.
When you look out your window,
There’s no snowman to greet you there.
But you might see an alligator instead
Greeting you with his stare.
No evergreens covered
With frost and snowflakes.
Just palm trees waving their branches
Is having Christmas in Florida a mistake?
The weather’s just cool and rainy,
And ( forgive me, I tend to fret)
But down here in Florida
A cold wind’s the best we get.
But in answer to my question,
No,
Christmas in Florida is not a mistake.
What makes Christmas is not
Making gingerbread
Shopping for presents
Or any other “Christmacy” activity we
May partake.
Christmas is about the love
Jesus showed for us
When he came down and was born on Earth
And eventually shed his blood.
We can pass his love on
To friends and family
To people we don’t even know
And they don’t have to be in need.)
-Skye
Age 13
To see no snow on the ground.
In Florida we’ve got to live with sand,
And when it’s Christmas,
That’s not so grand.
Yes, we can tube and
Yes, we can ski
But not on snow,
On water, you see.
When you look out your window,
There’s no snowman to greet you there.
But you might see an alligator instead
Greeting you with his stare.
No evergreens covered
With frost and snowflakes.
Just palm trees waving their branches
Is having Christmas in Florida a mistake?
The weather’s just cool and rainy,
And ( forgive me, I tend to fret)
But down here in Florida
A cold wind’s the best we get.
But in answer to my question,
No,
Christmas in Florida is not a mistake.
What makes Christmas is not
Making gingerbread
Shopping for presents
Or any other “Christmacy” activity we
May partake.
Christmas is about the love
Jesus showed for us
When he came down and was born on Earth
And eventually shed his blood.
We can pass his love on
To friends and family
To people we don’t even know
And they don’t have to be in need.)
-Skye
Age 13
Flight
Unleashing my wings
From its chains against my body
Falling into nothing
Feathers and heart drumming wildly.
Wind gusting in my eyes
Until I have to close them
And fly up to greet the sky
Wings now not against my bosom.
I blink until my sight is clear again
The horizon is my best friend
I dread the thought that sometime
I will have to land and the moment of freedom will end.
Today the air is cool and dense
The sky has turned deep gray.
The breeze ruffles my feathers
And it starts to rain!
The first water prick dribbles down my face like a tear
Though it is a tear of joy, not of pain
The drizzle thickens
Water batters me down
But I’m not ready
To go back to the ground
Three black shapes break from the view
I skid in the air
It’s bird predators!
I think to myself how it’s just not fair
I flap away desperately
And let instinct guide me
As I journey through the aqua wind
Before I know it I’m diving
Away from the villains of the air
Not a care in the world
Nor an idea where I’m going
I let the breeze carry me
Through this aerial playground
The wind has such force now
It spins me to a flip
And before this air dance ends
I take a final dip
I settle onto a branch
Not on earth or sky
But all that I can think of
Is when again I can fly.
-Skye
Age 13
From its chains against my body
Falling into nothing
Feathers and heart drumming wildly.
Wind gusting in my eyes
Until I have to close them
And fly up to greet the sky
Wings now not against my bosom.
I blink until my sight is clear again
The horizon is my best friend
I dread the thought that sometime
I will have to land and the moment of freedom will end.
Today the air is cool and dense
The sky has turned deep gray.
The breeze ruffles my feathers
And it starts to rain!
The first water prick dribbles down my face like a tear
Though it is a tear of joy, not of pain
The drizzle thickens
Water batters me down
But I’m not ready
To go back to the ground
Three black shapes break from the view
I skid in the air
It’s bird predators!
I think to myself how it’s just not fair
I flap away desperately
And let instinct guide me
As I journey through the aqua wind
Before I know it I’m diving
Away from the villains of the air
Not a care in the world
Nor an idea where I’m going
I let the breeze carry me
Through this aerial playground
The wind has such force now
It spins me to a flip
And before this air dance ends
I take a final dip
I settle onto a branch
Not on earth or sky
But all that I can think of
Is when again I can fly.
-Skye
Age 13
My Friend
My friend is unusual
There are things you would not guess
Behind those turquoise eyes
And short brown hair she does possess.
Her thoughts are quite extraordinary
She challenges what she hears.
She understands there’s always more
Than what you think is clear.
She’s friendly and somewhat quirky
And free like a bird.
She’s usually easygoing but still lets known her opinion
As well as being goofy and absurd.
My friend is always loyal and friendly
She fights for what is right.
And when she’s defending justice,
She’s like a pit bull – quite a fright.
She writes stories in her pastime
Creating worlds only known to her.
As her tabby-and-white cat lies near
And lets out a satisfied purr.
Having an aggressive parrot, a sweet cat, and two dogs,
Animals are treasured in her heart.
She’s read hundreds of books, teaches herself piano (quite well, too)
And that’s only the start!
She’s been homeschooled most her life
She has a strong faith in God.
She’s inspiring, slightly mysterious,
Enthusiastic and odd.
She’s lanky thanks to high metabolism
Is tall and speckled with freckles.
Wears sunglasses inside
And is beautiful and special.
Her favorite author is James Patterson
She says she’ll die laughing.
She adores the series Warriors
And makes some of her own clothing.
She wants to direct Broadway plays,
Her favorite one is Wicked.
She’s moved to several states
As far as Florida goes she likes it.
Sometimes my friend lacks faith in herself
Why, I am not sure.
She brings joy to all who meets her
Her spirit is as close as you can get to pure.
If she reads this, will she recognize herself?
Does she know how she’s touched the world?
Does she understand that she
Is one incredible girl?
She’ll probably wonder if she reads this,
Could that possibly be me?
And I’d respond,
Of course it is, Skittle.
-Skye
Age 13
There are things you would not guess
Behind those turquoise eyes
And short brown hair she does possess.
Her thoughts are quite extraordinary
She challenges what she hears.
She understands there’s always more
Than what you think is clear.
She’s friendly and somewhat quirky
And free like a bird.
She’s usually easygoing but still lets known her opinion
As well as being goofy and absurd.
My friend is always loyal and friendly
She fights for what is right.
And when she’s defending justice,
She’s like a pit bull – quite a fright.
She writes stories in her pastime
Creating worlds only known to her.
As her tabby-and-white cat lies near
And lets out a satisfied purr.
Having an aggressive parrot, a sweet cat, and two dogs,
Animals are treasured in her heart.
She’s read hundreds of books, teaches herself piano (quite well, too)
And that’s only the start!
She’s been homeschooled most her life
She has a strong faith in God.
She’s inspiring, slightly mysterious,
Enthusiastic and odd.
She’s lanky thanks to high metabolism
Is tall and speckled with freckles.
Wears sunglasses inside
And is beautiful and special.
Her favorite author is James Patterson
She says she’ll die laughing.
She adores the series Warriors
And makes some of her own clothing.
She wants to direct Broadway plays,
Her favorite one is Wicked.
She’s moved to several states
As far as Florida goes she likes it.
Sometimes my friend lacks faith in herself
Why, I am not sure.
She brings joy to all who meets her
Her spirit is as close as you can get to pure.
If she reads this, will she recognize herself?
Does she know how she’s touched the world?
Does she understand that she
Is one incredible girl?
She’ll probably wonder if she reads this,
Could that possibly be me?
And I’d respond,
Of course it is, Skittle.
-Skye
Age 13
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
Note to My Hammock
I sigh sleepily to the walls of my room,
On a bright summer day with not a thing to do,
Rocking and swaying to the creaking of your hook,
I finally curl up with my favorite book,
After a while I look up from my story,
And admire your colors’ potential and glory,
My mother calls from the kitchen, “Dinner is done!”
Then I get up knowing that our friend ship has only begun.
-Darby
Age 13
On a bright summer day with not a thing to do,
Rocking and swaying to the creaking of your hook,
I finally curl up with my favorite book,
After a while I look up from my story,
And admire your colors’ potential and glory,
My mother calls from the kitchen, “Dinner is done!”
Then I get up knowing that our friend ship has only begun.
-Darby
Age 13
The Moon and the Sun
The night sky was the moon’s time to shine.
Howling at the moon was as if laughing at it
EEK! EEK! The girls would cry at the sight of a vampire bat.
Moon oh, the moon
Outcast is what he thought he was and what he thought sadly he should remain
Oh, and if that wasn’t enough the sun was a lustrous ball of contentment
No not the moon ever was he recognized except when he was, of course, full
Ah, now the sun she was typically there the sun as I said earlier was a radiant ball of
pleasure right well at high
Noon no one was grateful for the sun at that time winter or summer.
Days and nights went by weeks and months and the sun had never once met the moon.
The sun was sometimes bashful, so she would hide behind the clouds and the people were overjoyed in
the summer at least but at
High noon in the winter when there was no clouds in the sky everyone took off their jackets and was
grateful for the sun once more.
Everyone agreed the sun was the um shall I say the STAR of the show.
Shining so bright but will we look at in the night!
U oh, sun shall we only see in the day and in the dark we shall look upon and praise the most
beautiful entity in the night sky.
Now sorry to part with you but this is the end of this poem.
-Brandi
Age 12
Howling at the moon was as if laughing at it
EEK! EEK! The girls would cry at the sight of a vampire bat.
Moon oh, the moon
Outcast is what he thought he was and what he thought sadly he should remain
Oh, and if that wasn’t enough the sun was a lustrous ball of contentment
No not the moon ever was he recognized except when he was, of course, full
Ah, now the sun she was typically there the sun as I said earlier was a radiant ball of
pleasure right well at high
Noon no one was grateful for the sun at that time winter or summer.
Days and nights went by weeks and months and the sun had never once met the moon.
The sun was sometimes bashful, so she would hide behind the clouds and the people were overjoyed in
the summer at least but at
High noon in the winter when there was no clouds in the sky everyone took off their jackets and was
grateful for the sun once more.
Everyone agreed the sun was the um shall I say the STAR of the show.
Shining so bright but will we look at in the night!
U oh, sun shall we only see in the day and in the dark we shall look upon and praise the most
beautiful entity in the night sky.
Now sorry to part with you but this is the end of this poem.
-Brandi
Age 12
Rules For The Library
You are always to remain quiet
Not a sound above a murmur.
No book slapping or snoring or doodling of any sort. No loitering, or skateboarding. No tricks, and certainly no ticks. No pets and, if you can, don’t come wet. Check out books if you want or even read-a-longs. You have the rules, now go to the library and follow them. Oops, I think I forgot to mention that … you need to get your library card!!!
-Brandi
Age 12
Not a sound above a murmur.
No book slapping or snoring or doodling of any sort. No loitering, or skateboarding. No tricks, and certainly no ticks. No pets and, if you can, don’t come wet. Check out books if you want or even read-a-longs. You have the rules, now go to the library and follow them. Oops, I think I forgot to mention that … you need to get your library card!!!
-Brandi
Age 12
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