The teacher said
Paint things
Like they really are.
I said I did—
Leaves are red,
Sky is yellow,
And even though
My skin looks pink,
I am truly purple.
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After three
days of rain
white-capped
mushrooms
litter the grass
like umbrellas
abandoned
when the sun
came out.
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Dear Mr. Wordsworth, here I lie
On my couch in a pensive hour,
Listening to chill winds cry,
While shivering branches scour
The window glass, but thanks to you
I am not limited to this view.
Through your words and by my will
I am transported to another day, far away,
Where daffodils gather along a hill,
Put to shame the waves in a bay,
Challenge the stars with their multiplicity,
And give my life a joyous duplicity.
But even as my cheeks grow warm
By the glow of ten thousand faces,
The sky changes, clouds form,
Rain pours down, ruining your graces.
For it is not your daffodils I crave,
But your company, as I watch them wave.
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flaking gray-green paint
lichen creeps across granite
I clamber the hills
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On my way to the park
I felt a light breeze.
My nose sniffed a tickle.
I erupted a sneeze.
It must have been catching,
‘Cause right after me
Hundreds of birds
Got sneezed by a tree.
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I like
to bike.
I like
to feel
the
WIND.
I like
to go
where
I want
to go
and
FAST.
I know
I won’t
CRASH.
It’s hard
sometimes
to start
but once
I’m moving
I can’t
STOP.
I like
to climb
up hill
and
RACE
down,
too fast
too far
to hear
my mom.
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| Meeko |
Meeko, what do you do all day
When I’m at school and far away?
What do you think while you sit in your cage,
Sniffing the air and chewing the hay?
Do you know where I’ve gone
And what I am doing?
Do you wonder what I smell?
Do you wonder what I’m chewing?
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Back and forth
The wipers race
To sweep
The raindrops
From their place.
Down the window
Raindrops race
To reach
The end before
The wipers’ sweep.
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| Scout |
Most of the day
she lazes and naps,
dreaming of sleeping
on warm, cozy laps.
But when it gets dark,
she parks by my bed,
and seems to be dreaming
of eating my head.
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I just brushed my teeth.
All I need to do is spit,
but you hip check me
out of the way, so you
can stand in front
of the sink. I stamp
my foot and clench
my fists. That’s
when you laugh.
I want to sink
my teeth into
your arm I
want to tear
your skin
I want
to see
your
blood
run
down
the
s
i
n
k
i
n
k
Instead, I scream.
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