BASKETBALL
my squeeky shoes run across the wooden flooring of the basketball court
I bend down a reach out for the ball i’m so familiar with, the leathery feeling beetween my fingertips.
“thump, thump” the ball goes on the court. I walk to the line and wind up.
As I inhale, a wauf of the leathery smell touches my nose.
My palms feel sweaty- I jump up and release the ball.
–Grace Macarthur
CAMERA
Not quite the lightest but makes remarkable art
To capture a moment in time without a pause
The lenses, so shiny you can see your own reflection
A flash so blinding you can’t see for a moment
You have made history visual for many
And will continue to capture the good and the bad,
The light and the dark,
And make history with just a push of a button
–Sofia Martushev
THE SNOWY FOREST
The snow atop the peak of the rocky mountain.
The trees towering above the floor, like giants in a fairy tale.
The clouds sprinkle the snow on the grass like sprinkles on a warm cupcake
The animals I seldom see Prancing with their family
The hot fire is warm with Flames dancing from one Log to the next.
The moon seems to cut through the heavy cloud cover, like a hot knife through butter.
The Pine needle’s aroma fills the air and leaves have sticky sap to the touch
A dear plows through the deep snow
The wolves sound their war cry for all to know
An owl perches on a tree branch, its tan wings held out huddled around its meal for the night.
The sky is a black canvas,
The Snowy Forest is as quiet as a mouse but as alive as you and me.
–Preston Mcguire
PERFECT SUMMER NIGHT
It was a warm July evening
We wandered through the woods
The tall grass brushing on our legs as
We walked
The warm air blew our hair into our faces
As we trekked on we came across a small pond
Taking our shoes off to get in
We splashed and played until our feet got cold
As the sun set we started back to the house
As we got back we were handed cold sodas
They felt cool going down our throats
We pulled up camp chairs and sat around
A cackling fire feeling
The warmth on our faces as
We fell into a peaceful sleep
Around the fire
–Kaydence Meryhew
SPRING
The sun was shining.
As the spring breeze was blowing.
The flowers were blooming.
Spring has arrived.
The birds were chirping their song.
The clouds were fluffy like cotton candy.
All the snow has melted, and the sunshine comes in.
It’s the perfect time to be outside.
Summer will be around the corner.
Then Autumn, where the leaves are falling and makes beautiful art.
The smell of pumpkin spice makes autumn the best.
Then winter wonderland, the smell of peppermint makes winter memorable.
And this keeps repeating for a myriad of time.
For me, Spring and Autumn are the most beautiful.
Because the nature of these two seasons are like a painting.
–Kia Metcalfe
SPRING
Beautiful, beautiful, almost always on time. She always comes after winter to brighten up people’s lives. Something as beautiful as light or life itself comes. Spring comes after a fierce winter. Spring marks the beginning of every child’s happiness. When spring comes the earth begins to turn bright green. The plants begin to grow and the animals that wintered in the cold and threatening winter come out to live. Unknowingly spring arrives to brighten people’s lives. A single flower can change a person’s day. Spring comes to bring good news of happiness. The cold moves away and the warmth begins to come along with the wonderful spring.
–Daniel Molina
In my garden is a yellow sunflower,
And it is a very big flower.
It follows the sun until the sunset,
That sunflower is the biggest of that set.
The sunflower shines like a star,
And is the most prettiest thing by far.
–Michelle Molina
SOCCER BALL
In my garden is a yellow sunflower,
And it is a very big flower.
It follows the sun until the sunset,
That sunflower is the biggest of that set.
The sunflower shines like a star,
And is the most prettiest thing by far.
–Javier Moreno
DISNEYLAND
Stepping foot through the gates with excitement
Smelling popcorn, pretzel’s and hotdogs on the way
Waiting in the hot sun to get on a ride
Wind blowing in my hair nervous to go down the hill
I put the warm, soft sweet churro in my mouth
I open the door there’s a lot of toys, cloths, and jewelry.
Camera flash with a big smile for a family memory
A character in the corner go run to get a big huge hug
Sit down on main street and all the characters pass by
Walk back to the hotel in disappointment that the day is over
watch from the hotel window the fireworks pop and shine
wake up in excitement another day at the happiest place on earth
–Alyson Morrow
smooth fur and bushy tail.
the fox lay quietly on a rock
dark black eyes and pointy ears,
There was a sudden noise of a growl.
it was hunting season.
–Clara Nielsen
Muddy soles ciaked with dirt,
collecting petals, grass, and bits of earth.
They are pieces of the winding path
and evidence of the steep climb.
Filled with sights and sounds both new and old,
aching muscles, limbs, and toes.
The soaring summit fills my heart with surprise,
erases the tired from my eyes.
When the mountains call again, I’ll go,
and venture into the unknown.
–Olivia Olesen
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