Yodeling

By Ridge - 2nd grade
 
 I like yodeling
 It's really cool
 I yodel when I am bowling
 I yodel in the pool
 I yodel in the pasture
 I yodel on the hill
 I yodel so darn much
 my voice is really shrill.
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 I Like the Farm
 by Katie Bertolino - 3rd grade
 
 I like to work cows
 I get out of school
 And when my dad plows
 The field looks like a giant pool
 After the fields look like the waves on the ocean
 We also run a lot of cattle
 But we do not have any slaves
 and at night we go
 and paddle our little boat around.
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 Beta Fish
 by Charlotte - 4th grade
 
 I like beta fish because they have cool fins
 They have colorful fins they are purple, green, and blue,
 Some fish are in contests, but my beta fish wins,
 My beta fish can find lots of good clues,
 Beta fish like to snooze in the dark,
 Lots of people have beta fish in fish tanks,
 They don't live in the oceans with sharks,
 Fish do not like to go to any banks.
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 My Arm
 by Mat - 6th grade
 
 My arm is all casted
 The darn thing is broke
 I don't know how it go blasted,
 And it still hurts like eyes in smoke
 I can't believe I lasted,
 I remember the ride,
 It was not much fun,
 Soon I'll take my steers hide
 That steer will re-meet the top gun
 Now to wait for the next ride.
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Angels
 By Macy - 7th Grade
 
 Angels come in every way,
 God sends them from up above,
 They watch over you night and day,
 He sends them with lots of love,
 My MOM is an angel now,
 She's watching over me,
 I'm not sure how,
 but I know she holds the key.
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 The Poem Writer
 by Pat - 8th Grade
 
 Sitting writing a poem,
 Can't think of what to do,
 Watching the cowboy showman
 Showing how to express you,
 Thinking how he did it,
 I really think its grand,
 I still can't get a hit,
 Watching this cowboy poet man
 It seems my friend Taylor
 Has my same poet troubles,
 But as some cows sit in a trailer,
 He thinks of them and mumbles,
 My pencil is getting dull,
 And my piece of paper is a fighter,
 I don't think I can write in full,
 So here ends the story of the poem writer.
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 My Buddy
 by Chris - 9th Grade
 
 I like my dog Buddy,
 He is very very cool,
 He can get very muddy,
 He is afraid of the pool,
 He has a very strong smell,
 He has a very deep bark,
 For this you can tell,
 He has very stinky farts,
 My dog looks very scruffy,
 He likes to lay in the mud,
 My dog is very very fluffy.
 My dog is my bud.
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 Making the Pay
 by Lat - 10th Grade
 
 Rodeo was uncle Bill's game,
 Saddle broncs were his pray,
 But really women were his fame,
 As they came to stay,
 
 A champ he was
 Three golden buckles on his belt,
 Riding broncs just because
 That's the way he felt,
 
 Kids watch him every day,
 To soon be like he,
 Hoping to make the pay,
 As he did oh-so free,
 
 A Hall-o'-famer now,
 Because of his way of life,
 How he did it I just don't know,
 but rodeo was his life,
 
 A winner to all,
 Indeed I must say,
 He never did fall,
 That's how he made the pay.
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 Snow
 by Jaylee  - 11th Grade
 
 Snowmobiling is my favorite sport,
 When the powder comes, it means fun,
 I love the snow, I'll build a fort,
 I'll pray to God that there's no sun.
 
 Thumb on the throttle, helmet on tight,
 cool breeze through my face mask,
 as I scream "all Right!"
 I fly off the jump, as I've finished my task,
 I'm riding in powder, finally at last.
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 No Title
 By Casey - 12 grade
 
 Republican's the tag I wear,
 I feel it suits me fine,
 The Democrats stand unaware,
 We'll see how they stand with time,
 Their policies are weak at best,
 Sometimes they speak in mime,
 So, as a republican I have to say,
 We were raised in different times,
 These liberals need put to pasture,
 What their doing is far less than fine,
 Lets bring back the stay-at-home mom,
 And keep our country from becoming blind.
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