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2008

 

Frog's Hair

By Michaya

 

I went to Walmart to get a pet

there I saw a hairy frog

frogs don't have hair, I thought.

I touched it and it was wet.

 

I told my friend

she thought I was crazy

then I showed her

so, I bought it and called it daisy.

 

Then I took it home

I tried to feed it

cabbage, rice, even flies

then I found out that it doesn't need it.

 

Then I noticed it still was wet

so I went to the store to find out why

so they told me

"if it doesn't stay wet, it will die".

 

Well I kept it for any years

it outlasted me,

my grandchildren kept it

music gave it glee.

 

Eventually it finally died

it outlasted generations

it ended up on Mars

after many migrations.

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2007

 

Lost Prairie Wind

by Ian, Iver, Erik, Michaya

 

The wind blows in the trees

the wind blows the dust of the prairies

the moonlight shines on the trail

the coyotes are very gnarly.

 

The lost prairie wind blows in the bushes

the light can be very scary

the sun is rising at the dawn

and my horses name is Cherry.

 

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Sage Brush Bloomin'

by Jeremy, Robert, Jordan

 

Out where the trees grow the greenest

out where the waters always clear

it's where a cowboy's happiest

it's a place that makes him want to cheer.

 

The place where his friends are at

where your horse never needs groomin'

that's where I want to be

that's where the sage brush's bloomin'.

 

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This poem is dedicated to Ellie's God Father - Joe Blades

 

What I think a Cowboy Is

by Ellie

 

What I think a cowboy is, his heart and soul are free

and a cowboy gets dirty and clean

in the barn there rough and tough

in the saddle there tall and lean.

 

They wear their gloves when they're fixing fences

they gallop through the fields

they brand calves and colts

and eat their heavy meals.

 

At night they lie under the stars

and they sometimes get kicked by horses

their always patient with the longhorns

and in the rodeo, they go through the courses.

 

They put shoes on for the horses

and after a long ride they're always tired

their horses are loyal to them

and they can always retire.

 

But even when they go retire

still their heart and soul are free

even when they get restless

their minds are still free.

 

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2006

Books
Lee

Legends of the past
gossip of the present
visions of the future
I heard it from a pheasent.

Hundreds upon hundreds
I will read them all
all stocked up in a library
stacked from wall to wall.

Scattered around the world
books are in every place
from shining sea
to pearly gates.

Some are collected
some are restored
most are forgotten
found upon the floor.

I will find them
and then find yours
these books are forever gold
forgotten they are no more.
*******

2005

Riding on the Prairie
by Evan

Riding on the prairie
the wind in my hair
the view is so merry
there's some horse dung down there.

I've been riding for hours
I can't see my horse
my horse it cowers
it just saw a mouse.

I'm in the middle of nowhere
civilization is far away
I look at my mare
I think I'll ride for the rest of the day.
*******

2004


(No Title)
by Robert

Train of thought
Flying off the track
What speed has wrought
It's never coming back,

1000 - man capacity
Filled it to the brim,
With all of it's audacity
It's going off the rims,

Plunging to the ground
Everybody screaming,
Everything is spinning 'round
They hope that they are dreaming,

Train's last sound is a crash
Whole thing's been lambasted
Toss that one in the trash,
Another idea wasted.

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