Changes

Coming to a bend in the road
Sadness flowing all around me
Like a river rushing
The current pulling me to a new life.
I’m fighting!
Struggling to get free!
It’s useless,
Hopeless.
Questions coming fast,
Bolting toward me.
Why can’t I answer them?
Sad, sad, sad.
She moved away.
Why?
I’m divided in pieces--
Mad,
Sad,
But a little happy for her.
Personalities locked up with only little cracks
As we write.
It’s hard being best friend pen pals.
Sadness is sour, just a little sweet.
What? When? Where? Why? How?
Where will the current take us?
What’s around the bend in the road?
What?

Children in the Great Depression

Children running on bare feet

In woods and meadows over train

Tracks through tall grass dreaming

Of things we may never dream

Working in hot sun all day, back aching

Hoeing beets and pulling carrots

Old creaky houses to sleep in, stuffed with people

Not many toys to play with

No trains, no paper airplanes,

Nothing but sticks and stones

But having hopes and dreams in the

Air helping each other through

My Special Blanket

My little fluffy
marshmallow cuddles
in my arms
It keeps me warm at night.

My Title of Liberty

Liberty and beauty of our land

Families bound by love

Cities and communities

Shine lights for freedom

Palm trees and oceans,

Blizzards and mountains

People helping strangers, lifting burdens

Like Captain Moroni, we wave our

Title of Liberty

Cool Summer Night

Cool summer night with
Night
Breeze blowing
Sweet scent of
Honeysuckle

Butterfly Wings

Butterfly’s colorful wet wings

Flutter gracefully over the flowers

Sipping nectar with dainty little tongue

Fluttering in a smooth pace

Seeking flowers, being helpful all the time.

Silly Poems, by Kayla

We have been reading poems by Shel Silverstein and E.E. Cummings. These are some of Kayla's attempts at experimentation with poetry.

R I can’t soun dOUT OW!

U out very wel

I guess I can dooooo

O.................... K

on spelling.

Doo you new, I mean

Nooooo, I mean now

I mean well know

Any words that start with A?

Playing with Sarah

Nah, I don’t want to play that.

Well, maybe that would be OK.

I’ll be a cat.

Oh please don’t copy me. It’s no fun to play like that.

Meow, meow, meow

(scratch)

(sluurrrppp)

Pppprrrrr

Please can I be the cat?

You be the frog. I was the cat first.

Good game!

Dance With Me

Springing through the air
joyfully twirling
in the fairy ballet

Babies

Darling, dainty fingers
Delightful feet and toes,
Kicking and grabbing
Stretching and smiling at me.