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Higher and higher
I soar in the sky,
My feet flashing silver,
A star in each blade.
With wind rushing toward me,
I can glide, I can dream.
The earth cannot hold me
In place anymore.

It is winter,
cold and white.
My dad hates the cold bite.

Time for Santa to come on his sled,
leaving gifts and notes that he has read.

It is cold with snowball fights.
Losing gloves is a terrible plight.

I go skiing,
I go sledding,
I even do skating--
It is very awakening!

Holidays are fun,
especially the New Year,
because it makes me a year older.

Leaves falling, slowly drifting,
Colors swirling,
Red, orange, yellow,
Making me lazy,
My eyelids are becoming heavy,
I’m
Slowly
Falling
Asleep. . . .

Green is the gridiron,
A paper,
And the grass where children play,
Where you see the past.
Green is money,
A football flying in the air,
Then a bike riding down a mountain,
And a skateboard--wow.
Green is the Hulk,
The helmet of the Jets.
Green is a jacket,
A bed,
And a chain,
A Christmas tree,
And maybe some paint.
Green is a forest
Where birds are singing.

Two otters
On the surface of the water,
Beautiful sunset behind them,
Like a sunset backdrop for a movie,
With their little beady eyes
No bigger than marbles.
Watching these furry creatures
On this still, quiet evening,
Silence fills the air.
The only sounds are the splashes of the otters,
The waves lapping softly upon the rocks,
The cooing sounds of the birds,
And the owl hooting.
Night has come on the bay.

I can kick very high,
I can kick very low.
I can kick very fast,
I can kick very slow.
Attack, defend, strike, and shield--
These are the moves I do on the field.
My T-shirt is blue,
I can see the view,
And nothing can pass through,
Except on my cue.

Writer’s block, writer’s block,
What happened to nighter’s block or fighter’s block?
While having a case of writer’s block,
think of something like a sock.
Write what it looks like,
see it in your mind.
When your writing is done,
“it looks good” is what you will find.
Even think of something new,
like the wonderful world of Magic Magoo.
Then write a poem like this one I’ve written for you.

Pile on pancakes hot from a pan.
Pour on the syrup as fast as you can.
Pat on the butter, grab a fork and knife.
Attack those babies for the meal of your life!
More of the pancakes heaped on the plate.
First there were four; now there are eight.
Should I try twelve in the pancake race?
Four more, please. I’ve found more space!
Wow! Wow! O my pain. Am I insane?
Hold the pancakes. I may cry.
There’s no room in this pancake guy.

4,500,000,000 years ago
a huge cloud of gas, dust, and ice
a nebula pulled by gravity
hydrogen and helium
hot, bright bursts of gas
27,000,000 degrees Fahrenheit
the solar system’s largest object
8 planets orbiting
a brilliant star:
giving heat, light,
life.

Wondering is a great excuse
to put your wondrous mind to use.
I wonder why the sky is blue
or if some rumors I’ve heard are true.
I wonder what it would be like
to ride upon a giant kite.
I like to wonder many things,
like how they make gold wedding rings.
But then my teacher yells, alas,
for I’m in the middle of math class

A friend is like a present,
A human-shaped surprise.
A friend is like a piece of fun
With laughter in her eyes.

A friend is like a pretty rose;
Its scent goes far and wide
Till everybody knows of the
Great beauty that’s inside.

A friend is a faithful, funny
Bliss that never ends.
If you want some, just go on out
And make yourself some friends.

I am the color blue
Calm blue ocean
Fast blue car
Precious blue sapphire

I am the strong wind
That blows
All the leaves around
And makes the trees sway

I am a tree
Silent and still
Filled with dazzling bright
Colorful leaves

I am a basketball player
Shooting hoops
Dribbling down the court
Passing to teammates.

When giants get hungry,
it rains, but not normal rain.
It rains caramel syrup,
and instead of lightning,
you might get struck by ice cream.
My sister got struck by ice cream--
banana-split flavor, right in her mouth.
She kept on eating and eating it
until she got a stomachache.

Little Dragonwhale by the sea
No sailor has ever seen.
One day, I went by the deep blue sea.
I saw the little Dragonwhale.
It was jumping playfully,
Blowing fire from its mouth as it jumped.
Then it came up to me,
So I pet its head.
Then, flash!
It was just a dream.

The silvering on the grass,
A fairy diamond,
The stuff that looks like glass.
Dew.

Dogs love to play
In a whirlwind of wet,
Mushrooms grow,
Fairy castles gleam in dew.

Birds sing, grasshoppers fling
Their long legs
In the enchanted dew.

Chickens squawk,
Children walk in the wonderful
Enchantment.

Dew . . .
The wonderful thing God has given us.

What is made of water and air?
Sometimes silky like mermaids’ hair?
Or an ominous darkness in the summer sky?
Perhaps piles of glowing colors, fading by?
Who to roam forever vowed?

If you haven’t guessed, it’s a cloud!

Gentle breezes,
Soft and clear,
Rainy days that
Make it smear.
Starry nights
Hum quiet tunes,
Life.

Peaceful days,
Stormy nights,
Joyful songs
That take flight.
Hopeful winds
That blow at night,
Life.

(Sung to the tune of “My Country, ‘Tis of Thee”)

I like to read all day.
I won’t go out to play.
I hate TV.
When I lie down at night,
I will turn on the light.
I will read all night
Until morning.
 

Hope is sunshine.
It breaks through the clouds
of fear
and sorrow
and anger,
And it shines bright, lighting up the day.

Hope is a train.
It travels through dark tunnels
of injustice and loneliness
and sadness,
And it emerges into peaceful light.

Hope is a blanket.
It comforts you in times
of jealousy
and anxiety
and insecurity,
And it helps you fall into a sleep of happiness.

Gymnastics is fun but it will make you sore.
You have to be determined and tight as a door.

Gymnastics is hard but it can be awesome,
Because if I am myself I will blossom.

If you are looking for a sport, then try gymnastics.
If you do it right, it will be fantastic.

When the sun rises up high,
I awaken.
My toes tickle the floor.
I move downstairs.
I eat my hot breakfast.
My slippers scrape the floor.
I skip to the bus
And flop in the seat.
The morning has begun.