Poetry

Poetry is the words that can not be said.

They are just that, words,

nothing more, nothing less.

The words to the thoughts 

you do not know how to say.

Here there, everywhere,

poems float on the wind.

There's a poem in every story

a poem in every thought.

Poems hide in the nooks 

and crannies of our world.

The Little Flower

Their she sat on a mound of dirt surrounded by her friends.

Not far ahead a grove a trees grew and a meadow beyond it.

She had never see the meadow or the grove of trees,

but she dreamed of them, she wanted to meet the birds.

She looked up longingly at me as if asking me to take her there. 

I reached down and plucked her, she was tiny in my hand.

I walked over to the trees with the little fluff ball in my hand.

I held her up, so the wind would carry her far.

I made a wish and she flew, up, up and away.

She danced in the wind, letting it carry her away,

she was a tiny parachutist who didn't want to land. 

The little flower floated away, out beyond the trees,

out beyond the meadow, she flew far far away.

Being Henry David Book Review

I recently finished reading the book entitled Being Henry David. I really enjoyed it! The book begins in a subway station in New York City. A boy wakes up with no memory of who he is or why he is in New York. He only has $10 and a copy of Henry David Thoreau's book Walden. Having no clue who he is, he takes on the name Henry David. The story progresses as Henry tries to find out who he is and how he got amnesia. I highly recommend this book. It is a very good read, but you have to pay close attention to all the details.

My Friends

"The last row." We turned down the very last row of Lake Side View Trailer Park. "Keep going."

"This one?"

"The next one." The snow was starting to stick to the ground now. "This one, and my dad's is that one." Tyler pointed to the tailor in front of his. The eight year old boy with the burn mark on his chest where his cousin had stabbed him with a lit cigarette, hoped out of the car. I handed him his coat that he hadn't bothered to put on, and his backpack. The tiny front yard beside the trailer was littered with bikes and old toys, with the occasional car seat. Where the ground wasn't covered in gravel, foot tall grass grew. Out of nowhere Tyler's brother, Dylan and Austin appeared followed by a scruffy looking puppy. The little dog was had long black fur and couldn't have been more than 8 weeks old.

"Do you want to hold her?" asked Austin.

"Sure." I replied timidly. The little dog was shivering. The snowflakes were tangled in her mess of hair. I held her close until she stopped shivering. With a smile I handed the puppy back to Austin.

"Do you have all your stuff?" asked my mom.

"Yeah." replied Tyler. He hoisted his backpack on to his shoulder and headed for the door. I walked up the creaky steps to the porch, hoping I wasn't going to fall through. The porch was almost as messy as the yard. A big wheel and a doll house sat in the corner, while general odds and ends lay scattered on the splintering floor. My mom knocked on the door.

"Well, hi Miss Michele! Come on in." Dotty, Tyler's grandma answered the door with a cheerful smile. Dotty looked like she was in her mid 60s, her teeth were yellowed and her face was sunken in. But, she was only in her late forties. "Bring that dog inside, she'll freeze!" she shouted to Austin and Dylan had stayed behind.

We stepped inside, the trailer reeked of smoke. It was all I could to keep from gagging. A massive TV sat on one side of the trailer and a puke green love seat sat in front of it. Brandon, Dotty's youngest son laid  slumped over on the couch watching some show. On the other side of the trailer was the "kitchen". A refrigerator that looked like it walked of of the seventies was surrounded by equally outdated counter tops. A microwave was pushed up against the wall, and a sad excuse for a stove sat next to it. To the right of the kitchen was a tiny hallway that I assumed led to the one and only bedroom.

Tyler threw his things on the floor and ran to get a snack. "Did you finish your homework?" asked Dotty.I took a step forward. The ground was soft

Tyler nodded his head yes as he tried to open a bag of potato chips. "Well, I'll see you tomorrow Tyler." said my mom. She seemed as ready to get out of their as I was. "See ya!" I shouted as I turned to go. I never thought I would be happier to be outside in the cool, clean air.

Green Scene

"Left or right?"
"Left, no wait right."
"No left!"
"Which is it?"
"Right! I don't know."
"I am going right."
"Wait, we were supposed to go left."
"It is too late now." We both looked up from our map and GPS to see something astonishing. We were to busy arguing to notice where we were.
"Um, what street are we on?" The building were covered with vines, and the electric line were covered to. There was just enough space in between the lines to create a magnificent canopy.
"The phone says we are on vine street."

The End

“Run!” shouted Kayla.  

“We’re almost there,” screamed Carmen, “I can see it!” The three of them scrambled up the tree. They climbed and climbed until they were just below the clouds. You could see the wave just out in the distance, but it was moving fast.

“Come on,” called Finn, “It will be here any minute.” The trio climbed into the cloud with the others who were lucky. If you can read this you are awesome.