Cry of an Old Winters Owl
The wind at night,
With an odd eerie howl
Made me think of the mourning,
Of an old winters owl.
The cry was so small,
Barely any more than a whisper.
But plain as day,
as though it longed for a sister.
As I lay in my bed
In an attempt to sleep
I couldn't help
But listen to a cry so sweet.
- Laura 'Sera' Bateman
Go Away Storm
Please let this storm go away
Let it come another day
we really want to play
but there is nothing we can play
Storms pass and storms go
but this storm is ever so slow
the kids can't play and the grass can't be mowed
Because this storm is ever so slow
But storms pass and storms go
I hope tomorrow is a glow
but my weeping willow has to go
Because this storm is ever so slow
- Amanda Mc Guire age 11
Sympathy
Show sympathy with the mankind,
Help those who are poor or blind,
There is a lot of good (you'll find)
In helping others and being kind.
Be nice to others; it's good indeed
To give support to those in need.
Even if there are troubles you shouldn't heed
In fulfilling this promising and kind deed.
- Kiren Zaidi
In My Room
My room is a place where I can be me
Play music loud
And write poetry
with grace
I know where everything is
And where it all should be
In my room I am worry-free
I can pretend, imagine, and play
And everything I do
everyday
Is done my own way
My room is like my own little world
Which everybody needs
Especially a girl like me!
- Amy
The Breeze that Blew
The breeze that blew
Across my face
Across my face
It blew my hair gently
The breeze that made
all the leaves rattle
The breeze that made
Everything swayThat breeze that blows
- Amy
My Mom
My mom is best friend,
I will love her till the end,
She is the one I adore most,
Without her I am toast,
We sometimes get in fights,
She is usually right,
but always hugs,
She never shrugs,
She is as busy as a bee,
But she still has time for me,
She is da bomb,
She is my mom!
- Stephanie G.
Winter is the best
Snowflakes falling gracefully
Frosty trees give glows
- Annalise Morkri, age 10, Wisconsin
The Day Pigs Fly
Where everyone has rights
And no one fights
Where everyone says no to drugs
And you're always greeted with a hug
Where all diseases have a cure
And all love is pure
Where everyone has a meal
And no one has to steal
Where everyone is accepted
And all things respected
Where there are no generals to salute
And no one will pollute
Where blacks and whites are treated equal
And life never ends there is always a sequel
This is how I see
A better world for you and me
If we work in peace and harmony
We could cleanse our earth from land to sea
But some may say this a lie
It will not happen until
The Day Pigs Fly- Stephanie, age 13
Step Into My Garden
Step into my garden, and see what you can see.
Can you see a bird, a bug, or a bee?
I have a few spiders,
And a couple of toads.
But where do they all go?
The spiders spin their webs in my Daisy patch.
The toads sit under my elephant ears.
And of course the bees love my beebalm.
My garden wouldn't be right without all the bugs in it,
So my garden is full of love.
- Jenifer Davis
1st Place - Poetry Contest
South Carolina Garden Club
Books
One book, two books
I love to read books.
Books, books, books
What books?
Books about Pooh bear,
Books about cats
Books with dog, crickets, lizards and frogs.
Some books tell about the old days,
others show us today's new ways.
Read, Read, Read.
It helps us to learn,
So read and be a good book worm!
- Jenifer Davis
Poem
I will praise the Lord,
for He's good to meI will praise the Lord,
in the morning, noon,and night! I will praise Him for He is,
my Alpha and Omega.I will praise my Lord and King!
- Lauren
Christmas Time
Christmas tree, dressed in his best for the Holiday season.
Cradling the gifts below him in his secure branches.
Snowmen, prancing about in the falling snow.
Tipping his hat to the passing ladies.
Presents, dressed in ribbons and bows.
Looking the best for all of the guests.
- Amber Glasspoole
Anthony's Portrait
My heart is red like blood.
My feet are like a moving robot.
My eyes are brown like my Daddy's.
My bones are strong like a tiger.
My hair is like little worms.
I live in a basement and eat crunchy ladybugs.
- Anthony M.
My Body
My hair is like soft grass growing on the ground.
My ears are like a dark cave that has bats.
My fingernails are like a hard rock that is gray and sharp.
My eyes are like round balls dancing.
I live in a cave with dinosaurs and I eat bugs that are crawling on the ground.
- Troy M.
My Portrait
My hair is like worms crawling down my face.
My eyes are like nails poking out of my head.
My arms are like ants crawling up my sleeves.
My tongue is like a snake attacking its prey.
My teeth are like vampire teeth that are bloody and biting someone.
My feet are like fuzzy grass twirling in the air.
My legs are like hairy wolf legs flying around.
My nails are like witch nails that are poking out.
I live in an igloo and eat dog food and cat food.
- Monique C.
Anthony's Portrait
My heart is red like blood.
My feet are like a moving robot.
My eyes are brown like my Daddy's.
My bones are strong like a tiger.
My hair is like little worms.
I live in a basement and eat crunchy ladybugs.
- Anthony M.
My Body
My hair is like soft green grass growing out of my head.
My eyes are like raindrops falling on my face.
My mouth is a hole with food going inside.
My arms are like guns. shooting bullets out.
I live on my dog's skin and eat slimy fleas that are alive.
- Patrick O.
Portrait Poem
My hair is like soft, gold silk flopping around.
My eyes are like green and hazel leaves changing colors in the fall.
My teeth are like cold icicles hanging from my mouth.
My heart is like a red rose blooming.
I live in a house and eat people food.
- Amy F.
Mark's Portrait
My hair is like spikes waiting to chop something up.
My fingers are like vines growing.
My feet are like rollerskates going fast.
My bones are like strong swords.
My eyes are like ferocious dinosaur eyes.
I live in a cave and eat mean tigers.
- Mark S.
Is it Sorrow or Joy?
Sorrow
Dull Wilted
Crying Depressing Sobbing
Bewildered Confused. Happy Joyful
Beaming Gleaming Smiling
Laughter Beauty
Joy
- Insiyah Amiruddeen, age 15, Sri Lanka
A Companionship
I was carrying grocery bags down the street.
The weight adding pressure to my feet.
A bag full of vegetables was about to tear;
Help! Isn’t anyone there?
Another young lady who happened to pass by,
Helped me out. Oh, how relieved was I.
After this incident, we went out for tea.
I didn’t know her, but I enjoyed her company.
- Insiyah Amiruddeen, age 15, Sri Lanka
A Friendship
I was fed up with my life.
I tried to get hold of a knife
Which would ease everyone’s worries,
And I wouldn’t be their quarry.
But my life long friend,
Convinced me that it wasn’t the end.
She was a friend; it came from her heart.
She’d help me get to a fresh start.
This friendship will last our whole lives through.
But it takes the help of two.
- Insiyah Amiruddeen, age 15, Sri Lanka
A Love
A young mother in despair,
Looked at her young son’s wheel chair.
Her arms were trembling with fear,
Her son to her was very dear.
The hurdle was crossed! He was back on his feet.
Now together they walk down the street.
For this magnificent word called 'love,'
Is given from mother to son, from God above.
- Insiyah Amiruddeen, age 15, Sri Lanka
B u r p !
I went to McDonald's for a "Happy Meal"
And I ate what i thought were the fries
It actually was the Beanie Baby
Much to my surprise!
I should feel sad about eating it
That cute little beanie doll
But after thinking it over
It didn't taste bad at all!
- By Papa (Keith Herrington)
With Relish
When Papa was a little kid
He wished he was many things
Fireman, doctor, president,
Or a pilot with shiny wings
Today the kids are very different
And think it would be keener
If only they could become
And Oscar Mayer wiener
Well, Papa never did achieve
The things he thought would be fun
So he hopes that all you modern kids
Don't end up on a bun!
- By Papa
Buccaneers
(or Ask Hillary)
Hardy har there, me kiddies!
Here's an ode to the buccaneers
Pirates who raided and pillaged
Looking for souvenirs
One such rascal was Blackbeard
Who ravaged every harbor
In his ruthless, cutthroat search
For a cheap and friendly barber
But the cruelest pirate of all
Was a captain by the name of Kidd
Feared throughout the Caribbean
For the rotten things he did
Captain Kidd was but one of many
Of these men who came to pillage
But all would agree on one thing
It takes a Kidd to raze a village!
- By Papa
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