Behind the trees
Up in the sky
Taps silently on flowers
Right and left
Flutters and flutters
Like a picture
In the sky
So very lovely
snowy i need a jacket
cold need a sled
icy see Santa
Where I’m From
I’m from many roads and crosswalks
I’m from one of many books
I’m from strings of yarn that are woven
I’m from many bags of flour, I’m from
locks of chestnut hair. I’m from
the corner by the bookshelf where soft
pillows lay. I’m from a lime green
playground where I used to frolic. I’m from
the pool outside that’s aqua blue.
my grandma’s meatloaf
the sunny beaches
the crisp ghosty breathtaking air in the morning
my gaming controller
my preschool horror movies
If I Were A Cat!!!
If I were a cat
I would be white
like the early morning
snow I would be called
kitty purry because I
love her tone I would
yodel at three a.m.
and squeak my squeaker
as loud as I can
to annoy my owner
I’d jump on their
face at 2 p.m.
The Real Deal
You may say that stealing is
Relaxing—that is not the Real Deal.
Do not steal. Go ahead, Drink Coca-Cola
and Drive to work. this is the
real deal. mmm…Coke. you get to
Work and decide to take the day
off without permission—that’s not the
real deal. You ask your boss to take
the day off –he says yes. that’s the
Real deal. You feel the excitement as
You go to lokomation. You also decide
to do gocarts. You walk up to the
gocarts and feel the steering
wheel in your hands. click!—now that’s
the real deal. You went Home, and fell
asleep early. Now that’s the real deal.
If you buy anything you
have to marry a lion or else
you’ll have to marry a blob
fish. “NOOOOO!!” said the woman.
In 2099 there was
A scientist, named
Patrick. There was an
Old writing technique that
Patrick, still used in 2099…
Poetry Patrick figured out how
to make the words come alive.
With the touch of his
finger tips. But it got
out of hand and destroyed
the galaxy. And maybe
I Am The Artist
I am an artist! The only
artist! I paint masterpieces!
I might be small, Dusty a bit,
but I am an artist! Slick wood
and dirty bristles for my
hard work! I feel lonely and
sad at times too…
when you come home from work you are
worn out. then you have to play with your
baby while screaming. and you can’t get a wink
of sleep. and your teacher when he comes home
I bet you his wife would see him sleeping
on the ground. because after
that she has to go through the same thing
The next morning stress is very common but
you get some personal days a lot. And
that’s a good thing.
the bobcat man walks through the
mountains through the fluffy snow see a
deer atttttack and gobble
it up and eat see
a wolf ready to fight, fight ding
ding they start eh bobcat
bites the wolf dies r.i.p.
Red roses in the spring
Why? Why red roses in spring?
When I went trick or treating
I went to every house but one we
saved it for last. We went inside I
felt something slimy I heard something
spooky I saw darkness I tasted air,
all that was just a long skinny black
cat with green eyes scary but true
we played and ate candy with the cat.
Ode to the Military
because if it wasn’t for them we
wouldn’t be free probably under control
by the king of England.
Aidan Cash, Ross Richards
Ode to Bronze Basket
Oh how wonderful my beautiful bronze
basket is. I love the color my papers say
each and every time I put a paper in. What
I do without the perfectly smooth surface,
or the smell that takes your breath away,
the clicking sound it makes when I
hit a paper clip on my beautiful
wonderful bronze basket. How and why did
this wonderful…there are not even
enough words to describe the amazingly
wonderful bronze basket.
Theme in Blue
Blue the sky is blue.
It reminds me of
January. Because winter is
the cold so blue.
blue is a royal
color. Blue diamonds
so pretty blue dress.
the water is blue.
The rainbow is a
little blue. The lines
on the paper. A
smurf’s body is
blue. A blue pencil
sad is blue.
Autumn Medina Barnes
Sad is a Door
Behind this Door is a
huge tear Drop a sad movie
with a sad rainy cemetery a
sad wedding but a Broken part of
Love can you guess what it is?
Figure it out
How to Know for Sure It’s My Dog
He’s staring at me cutely. “Is it mine?”
I say in my mind. “You’re still coming with me?”
I have a friend! He is a hilarious
giraffe! He has big glasses, an orange
afro, and a clown hat. He smells like
a brand new sharpie. He tastes like
a piece of garbage. Yes, I licked him.
He dared me. He feels like a smooth cold
rock. He sounds like a car honking and
someone laughing. He’s my friend and
I’m his friend.
When I think black I see a
dark night with danger all around in
a horror movie. I see a black hole that
eats anything from light to a building,
with no way to escape. I see the
cold great white shark eyes of a tiny
porcelain doll. I see a camera watching
every move you make. Every. Single. One.
I see a dark room, where anyone, ANYONE,
can enter. When I think black I see
a dangerous color.
When I think Red, I see blushes on a beautiful
face, and a rusty old car with dents all around,
nice shiny cups all in the cabinets, Old Shoes
from 2010, Also blood going through my veins,
And another nice fall soft jacket.
When I think of Red.
How to Know for Sure It’s Your Birthday
You know for sure it’s you
birthday because the table
is full of presents. It’s also
filled with candy and cards.
It’s also decorated with everything
you wanted. You also open presents
and you get what you wanted.
How to Know for Sure My Sister is Lying
Because she hides it from me and
i ask her where did you put it.
She kind of looks away.
She laughs. She looks down and puts
her hands in her pocket.
Her voice sounds low.
Meh is a Door
On one side of the door
is a little boy who is tired
and a little grumpy and bored.
And on the other side of
the door is a gray world
with tired and boring people.
and all they did was walk
around and be doomed.
Happiness is a Door
Behind this happiness door is Birds
doing the chicken dance. Friends
jumping up and down and squealing.
The grass is twirling with the
wind. There’s a campfire with
people roasting marshmallows.
There are people having picnics,
counting stars. People are camping
out. And last but certainly not
least there is togetherness.
Happy Hollow Elementary School
Dates of Visit: October 23-24, 2019
Faculty Sponsor: Dondi Frisinger
Grade Levels: 3, 4
Appx. Number Students Served: 160
Visiting Writers: Samantha Kirby, Visantha Sambamurti, Patrick Font, Scot Langland, Mackenzie McGee, Sidney Thomas, Kaitlyn Yates, Steven Rybnicek