Abundant Like Grackles in the Trees

You know those rare moments in the classroom when learning an important writing skill actually becomes fun? Well, for this workshop at Boone Elementary, those moments were about as rare as grackles in an Austin springtime. The writers of Ms. Texeira’s class demonstrated that although writing is a useful skill, it is also an art, in the sense that regimented exercises and the memorization of rules never quite get at the source of good writing. These writers proved to me over and over that they know how to tap into that source, which is rooted in a passion for creating and the perpetual rediscovery of the imagination’s capabilities. The following pieces are examples of what happens when the writing skills students are expected to master for a test—such as being detailed, explaining ideas using examples, and describing events in chronological order—develop out of writing’s least emphasized requirement: fun.

Adam Edelman
Badgerdog Teaching Artist

My Season

I’m in a nice blue tent with my best friend Luke, and we’re camping in the dark, scary, droopy woods! Luke and I were scared to death, alone and freezing. We had very little fire left and only the seven marshmallows that kept me warm while Luke was lying down. With the thin branches falling, we didn’t know when we were going to get out of the dark, scary, droopy woods!

About twenty boring, scary minutes later, a gray car showed up, and Luke and I knew who it was… my mom.

Michael Breydan Alva-Green

Gaga Ball

Gaga ball is a sport. The rules are that if you get hit in the foot by the ball, you’re out. If it hits you above the knee, you’re still in. No wall jumps either. Wall jumps are where you jump away from the ball on the wall of the pit you are playing in. You can only touch the ball with your hands!

And why I like Gaga ball is because one time we were playing it, and Brandon was the best player. I had almost got hit by the ball, but I jumped up. Not a wall jump, though! And I took the ball and I got Malak out. Then, I got Breydan out, and Brandon got Sebastian out! And so on. I was in the final round, just me and Brandon. Then I dodged the ball and got Brandon out! I had won the game!

Paxton Antognini

The Unicorn Planet

I was fast asleep in my warm, cozy bed. I heard a big bang. I woke up so fast. I slowly and quietly walked outside without waking anyone up. I looked around and saw a deep, big, black hole. I fell in, straight down. I fell down, down, down, as fast as a cheetah. It was pitch black in there. I finally landed and saw a whole bunch of unicorns. The unicorns were playing like kindly little children. I got to ride on one of them. They were as kind as a koala. They felt like soft and cozy clouds. I played with them for a little while. Then it was time to go. The black hole came again, and I said goodbye. I came back to my house and was in my cozy bed. Finally, I fell fast asleep. I had a dream about that wonderful unicorn planet.

Aubry Arispe

The Invisible Girl

I would be invisible because I could sneak around the house and eat donuts. It would be really fun and tasty. I would be so happy, and the best part is: my parents would never find out.

The second reason is that I would be a pro at hide-and-go-seek. No one would ever find me. It would be so fun. I am sure you would like it too.

The third reason is that I would become a magician. I think I would be very good at it because I can turn invisible. I think all the kids would love it. I am sure you would too. I know I would. This is why I would be invisible.

Gorgeous Sahlin

Why Do You Love Fourth Grade?

The reason I love it is because PTA paid for fourth graders to have… Badgerdog. Badgerdog is a class of all writing. Each class has a teacher. My teacher’s name is Mr. Adam. Sometimes he lets us write funny stuff, how we feel, and serious stuff. He sometimes lets us play games with him. We each have a folder to hold all of our papers and writings. He only comes on Mondays. When we write, if we are stuck, he helps us. He lets us either call him Mr. Adam or Adam, he says it’s our choice. I love that he treats us all the same. He never makes us uncomfortable. We all feel safe with him.

Ava Diaz

How to Make the Absolute Best Sandwich Ever!

First, you get the ingredients: bread, hot fries, peanut butter, a plate, a drink, and a napkin.

Then you get the two pieces of bread. Put one on the plate and set the other one down. Put peanut butter on the piece of bread on the plate.

After that, you put the hot fries on the bread with peanut butter, and put the slice with nothing on. You get your napkin and choice of drink.

Finally, you take a bite of the scrumptious sandwich and enjoy!

Brandon Alvarez

Best Sandwich

Ingredients: Spicy cheese, Italian bread, cooked bacon, cooked hamburger meat.

First, get your bread and cut it in half. Take the spicy cheese. Now, get the cooked burger. Put the burger and bacon on. Then put the cheese on. Heat it up in the microwave, then cook it for thirty seconds. When it beeps, BOOM! You’re done.

Morgan Montgomery-Cafferata


I would rather fly than turn invisible because then I would be lonely. Also, if you fly, it would be nice, and you would make a new friend from a different country. It would be cool if you could fly and turn invisible. You would see lots of good views,  and you could fly, for example, to Hawaii, or you could be in Texas and you could fly to a cozy place. So, that is why I think flying is a good way to travel in the air.

Malak Omari

I Want to Write About a Forest

I want to write about a forest. The grass was poking through the beautiful snow. And it was awesome. Some leaves were still on the trees. The sun was rising, and it smelled fresh and it was quiet.

Valerie Ramirez


Do you love math? I do! I love math more than everyone. Math is my favorite part of fourth grade.

I love math a lot because this year I got 100% on the math benchmark, and I felt so happy! This year I learned geometry and it was so fun. I studied very hard, and then I got an A on most of my tests. Also, I learned a lot of multiplication and division. I got a good grade on my report card and my parents gave me some money for it. I am now really good at math.

Everyone should learn math. I love it very much, and it’s my favorite part of fourth grade. I can’t wait to learn more math in the future.

Luke Robertson

When I Had to Use Persuasion

One time I had to persuade was when I tried convincing my mom to let me go to my friend’s birthday party.

It was going to be at Blazer Tag. The first thing I said to convince my mom was: “I’ll clean the whole house!”

My mom said I could go without cleaning the whole house and only cleaning my room. But then my mom said, “I won’t be able to drive you there because I’m going somewhere, so how are you going to go?”

I wondered, “Maybe I can ask my older sister since she has a car.”

My big sister agreed to pick me up after the birthday party. I just couldn’t wait to go to Blazer Tag with my friends. Sadly, my brother couldn’t go, but at least he had a phone to entertain himself!

I really enjoyed spending time with my friends. After that, I learned that when you convince someone, try to convince small, then go big!

Hillary Rodriguez

I See the Chocolate

I see the chocolate, dark as the night. I see lollipops acting like trees and Jolly Ranchers on the ground. I see candy canes bright and shiny, standing like flowers. Every house looks like a ginger bread house. The light blue sky is made of blue Airheads. But I always want to eat those rivers full of… Nutella!

Angel Villegas


The Trampoline Park

The trampoline park is cool. You can do flips. The most fun thing about it is dodge ball. I had my birthday there before. My family and my friends from school, we all started to play dodge ball. I smelled food. I saw people jumping. Sometimes I heard music. And the music was awesome. When it was time to leave, I felt MAD. The reason I was mad was because I wanted to stay!

Johnathan C

When I had to Convince Someone of Something

So, one time I had to convince someone was when I wanted to get a video game, but my mom wouldn’t let me get it. She said it was too expensive. But then I said I would pay the money back if she got it, and guess what? It worked! I really didn’t expect it to work.

Another time I had to persuade someone was when I had to persuade my cat to play with a laser toy. But of course, she’s a cat, so she didn’t. So, I played with it to show her. And she played with it! It worked!

Derek B

How to Make the Best Sandwich Ever!

To make the best sandwich ever, first put some Nutella on the top. Then, put some peanut butter inside. Next, put in some chocolate ice cream, vanilla ice cream, and strawberry ice cream. Last but not least, some caramel syrup. Then spread it on the bread on the top. Put it in the oven to make it heat up and—oh, some mustard! Now you’re good to go.

Sasha R

Remodeling the Imagination

You will never be bored in Ms. Barrett’s afternoon class. These writers fight aliens from Jupiter and fall from their beds into magical and creepy worlds. With the help of Shel Silverstein’s “Sarah Cynthia Sylvia Stout Would Not Take the Garbage Out,” they create bedrooms that are so messy, devils shoot “stink bugs at [them] from eighteen miles below” the bed. You will discover so many wonderful ideas when it’s time to remodel your home. By simply adding an elevator, you can travel out of your house to “Mount Olympus so [you] can talk to Zeus about creating world peace.” I loved the enthusiasm and imagination I encountered every time I entered the classroom. Congratulations to these writers on their amazing stories!

Terri Schexnayder
Badgerdog Teaching Artist

The Aliens Are Coming!

Wow! Did you just hear about the alien attack that’s going to happen this Friday? I better form a team of courageous alien-hunters, so we can save the world. I sure hope others believe me, because the first ten people I asked at the Super Heroes conference just said, “No! Aliens aren’t real!” Next I went to Target and found some brave individuals who agreed. “Yes! We believe in aliens!” Whew! (Maybe they just said that because they were annoyed at me for begging to join them.)

Okay, at least I now have my alien-fighting team together.  First, we must purchase alien-sucking machines and train my army how to pull in multiple outer space creatures all at one time. Hmmm, we sure need guns—any suggestions out there? Great idea! I hadn’t thought about getting them from a military surplus store.

We are equipped and ready. Let’s go suck up some aliens!

Jayden Besa

In My Delicious Room

In my room
there is no broom,
but neither are there LEGOs.
Rather, rules to follow and things to learn.
Pieces of paper, but not to burn.
With a closet so big, it sucked me in.
In my room, it smells like strawberries,
and the desk tastes like raspberries.

With a blanket of cotton—3D, not 2D—
I am floating on a cloud, eating cotton candy.
Pillows to overlap my bed, covered with animal stuffies.
In my room, there are teacher supplies—staplers, scissors, and sweets
(no one will be suspicious as to why I have such treats!).
My room is pink and edible like watermelon jelly.

Bella Chu

My Awesome Name

My name is delicious and savory like unicorn poop, which is ice cream.
My name is the color of a very bright rainbow.
It is like cupcakes with sprinkles and a scent of sugar.
My name feels like soft pillows,
making the sound of breezy winds mixed with fiery lava bubbles.

When I say my name, chocolate bursts with flavor into my mouth!
My name is sprinkle ice cream cookies.
I am Soraya Contreras.

Soraya Contreras

My Room Is So Messy

My room is so messy,
I don’t know what to do!
Oh, I better clean it
very, very soon.
I get home from school
and walk into my room. Aggghhh!
Rats and bats, cats and hats.
Oh, no. What do I do?
I need to clean my room
very, very soon.

The next day, my friends come in
and then walk right outside
like a flash before my eyes.
I promised them I would clean my room—
they trusted me it was safe to go in,
but Fred and Ted wear masks to be sure.
“I did my best to clean my rotten, yellow-smelling room!” I cry.
They walk out again—darn, I really tried!

I am playing on my phone.
My mom moans and drones, “Clean your room!”
in the worst tone in the world.
“No way!” I mumble to myself. “If you don’t want to see it,
then I will just throw you in.” Bye, bye!

Nikki Dominguez

My Name

I’ve always thought the name James sounded calm
like a peach tree in bloom.
When I say it, the taste of fresh
summer strawberries stays on my tongue.

James Doerr

My Dream House

Dreams, houses, and dream houses. What would yours be like? For starters, mine is an exact replica of the Empire State Building, but with a twist on the interior. For example, I have an elevator leading to Mount Olympus so I can talk to Zeus about creating world peace.

My dream house includes a cinema room with a lifetime of supply of chocolate and Harry Potter movies. The bedroom wall is blue, reflected through with fish tanks located on every side. I have some weird stuff, like a roomful of unicorns. There’s even a space in which I worship my pets by hanging plastic heads of them all around. I add a room made of diamonds as sparkly as my dog’s eyes! The chair is made of jewelry, and there is plenty of space for my dazzling earrings. Finally, my walk-in closet is 1,000,000 miles long and contains giraffes and mountains of sneakers.

Everyone who visits, gets a pair of earrings and a quail. Now that you have my incredible ideas to build a dream home, the sky’s the limit!

Alice Dorning

My Name

My name is a proud and wealthy country.
It is silk on my cheek after the end of a bad day.
It tastes like peach cobbler with vanilla ice cream
and sounds like an ocean of joy.
It smells like bacon sizzling when you first wake up.
It is a rainbow of the sweetest colors.
The beautiful name of Britain.

Britain Emerson

My Squeaky Clean Room

My room smells like a big bottle of air freshener (even though I don’t use it). When I touch the floor, it feels like a big pile of smooth snow. I just love looking at my room because it is so beautiful and tidy. When I taste my room, there is the flavor of flowers for some reason. When I listen to my room, it sounds like the wind rushing against my ears. My classic, clean room!

When people come over to visit, they are so jealous of how spotless it is. They always say, “Your room is as fresh as a new strawberry!” When I look at the walls of my room, I imagine gazing up into the sky—there are cloud stickers all over—like the ones in “Toy Story.” I love my room. It’s so neat.

Tony Gil

My Room

In my room, there are two million LEGOs all over my floor and another three million in my drawers. It’s like I am swimming in a sea of clothes; there are so many shirts, skirts, pants, and socks piling up and tumbling out of my closet. They are like my best friends because they hover over me.

When I lay down on my pink bed cover, the soft chocolate brown blanket eats me as I try to go to sleep. I sink into another dimension of time and space where there are rainbows and unicorns spitting out sprinkles. It’s an amazing valley of dark green grass. I am sad when I have to leave, but I have school tomorrow. I must return to my messy room.

Faith Guerrero

My Name

Hi, my name is Elijah, but you can call me Eli. It came from the one the creator of Marvel named his daughter. Yes, my name began with a girl! Here is the rest of the story.

My family thought I was going to be a girl, and my dad really liked the name Eliza. But, when they found out I was a boy, they decided on Elijah. Elijah stands for “having fun” in Iranian. I live up to my name when I am playful and laugh a lot. My name sounds like the inside of a seashell and tastes like chocolate-covered strawberries. It smells like a heavenly aroma. Elijah feels like a soft marshmallow. This is my name, and I love it!

Elijah Hadivincheh


My dirty, dirty room is as smelly as a person who has not showered for years! It is full of slimy footprints from my sister coming in and out. Nerf guns, big and small, plus piles of dog fur cover my poor floor! There are so many holes in my bed that devils are shooting stink bugs at me from eighteen miles below.

When my friends come into my room, they get stuck in my ugly, claustrophobic closet. Even my sister got stuck on the ceiling and then fell into a black hole, once because there was so much dog slobber in my room. Those devils just laughed and laughed in the worst way possible way when that happened! Even I felt a little happy over that.

My room got so dirty, so disgusting, that I turned devil-like. My face turned dark red and my voice got very deep, and I laughed in the worst way.

Malachi Jensen

Dancing Jelly Sandwich

Do you want to learn how to make a jelly sandwich dance? If you want to, you are going to need a lot of materials. So, here’s the list to write down:

A dance floor, two pieces of bread, some jelly, a radio, the sandwich’s favorite song (anything with “sandwich” in it works) and record player, a video camera, some googly eyes with a black marker, and two paper cut-out arms. Also, book an empty room as big as a gymnasium.

First, glue the googly eyes on the front of the bread. Now, you have to draw any kind of smile. Install the dance floor in the empty room. Next, smear the jelly on the two pieces of bread and slap them together. Add the arms to the sandwich. Turn on the music to “Peanut Butter Jelly Rock” and watch the sandwich go! It may seem weird to see it rise up and dance on his hands for hours, but you’ll get used to it.

Ian Kelley

Timmy vs. Adam

I’m feeling a little “Timmy” today. Yup, let me tell you why. First of all, my boring real name is Adam. Anyway, Timmy means total awesomeness, but Adam means weird cat farts! Timmy tastes like rainbow jelly beans topped with awesome sauce. But Adam tastes like absolute seriousness. Timmy smells like a room full of peppermint candy. Adam smells like lazy gorillas.

I am feeling like Timmy, but Adam will have to do for the next thirteen years.

Adam Napolillo

The Gift

Everyone has a gift. Some people can understand animals, but not the way I do—because I really understand them. It all happened this year on March 23. It was a regular day, or so I thought! My mother, who named me Maria, passed away when I was five. She always talked about the animals she loved.

I had noticed she wore a blue and purple jewel around her neck whenever she talked with our dog Sidney. I never knew what that was about, but after she passed away, I saw the precious stone in her room. I took it for a good luck charm and went to the park with my dog. While sitting under a tree, admiring my jewelry, it started to glow. I gazed into it just as my dog walked up to me.

“Let’s go, boy,” I said to him.

“Yea, sure, cool. I am tired anyway,” he responded.

I looked so surprised when he talked, and so did my pet!

“How can you talk to me?”

He looked very puzzled. “I don’t know.”

I looked down at the necklace and realized the power it had, and what my mother had known. I knew then that this would be my future to talk with animals.

Bianka Perez

In My Room

In my room, there is a mess.
It is filled with toys and board games,
such as “Sorry” and “Don’t Break the Ice.”
With five million Nerf guns and one million LEGOs
and Xbox 360 video games, I can’t find anything!
I get trapped in my own closet—
my jackets grab me, pull me in, and hold me down.
Clothes everywhere—on my bed, floor, couch,
even on the ceiling fan.

My room is so dirty that it smells like overflowing trash.
My stuff gets sucked into a black hole
and I go with it into the dark abyss with flames.

JJ Sanchez

Aliens Are Coming

Oh, no! It’s actually happening—aliens from Jupiter are attacking this Friday! I need you to join my group of fantastic soldiers. Bring your lava guns, lasers, and evil unicorns that fly and use hard rock-solid Skittles. There is so much new stuff you can also use today, such as super-duper alien detectors. We are going to also need flying mattresses to sleep on way above the ground.

You can contact me any time at MattiIsAnAwesomeSurvivor@gmail.com. I will keep you posted on the approaching alien invasion. Stock up on all the things we will need: weapons, beds, food, animals, shelter at the IFLY Home, and a lot more. I know! I will also put up a big sign with my phone number: 123-456-7890.

Come on, people! These aliens are more dangerous than Godzilla. Plus, they do not have the most amazing fashion sense and are my least favorite color—greenish yellow. Let’s get them!

Matti Serhus

How to Train Ms. Gilman to Dance

Let’s say you are a nine- to ten-year-old, and you are in a school called Boone Elementary. You have a teacher named Ms. Gilman, and she needs help on the dance floor. You are the complete expert. So, what do you do?

I can take you through the steps.

First, you will need to buy her a sparkly tutu and leotard from Target. Next, find a very large room, such as the White House. Oh, you may lose all your money paying for that—sorry! Now, go buy yourself a fluffy, pink, jewel-studded tutu with any money you have left. Drive Ms. Gilman to your huge space and ask her to put on the tutu. No doubt, she will ask, “What do I do?”

“Let me show you how to lean and dab, lean and dab,” you explain.

Suddenly, she says, “Oh, it’s Sunday, and I have to go to school!”

You laugh, because there is no school on Sunday. “Man, you crack me up, Ms. Gilman. Now, let’s get back to that dance, shall we?”

Nomia Stilwell

A Robust Sense of the Absurd

Ms. Texeira’s class was one of the most enthusiastic groups of young writers I’ve had the pleasure of working with. Whether we were writing odes, silly stories, or convincing personal essays, these writers approached every task with enthusiasm, imagination, and a robust sense of the absurd, testing the limits of their imaginations and supporting each other as writers and readers. I hope you enjoy reading these stories as much as we enjoyed writing them together!

Emily Beyda
Badgerdog Teaching Artist


Tacos, oh tacos, you’re so sweet
But you smell like my Dad’s feet
You come from Taco Bueno
Which rhymes with my friend Deino
Sometimes I eat you on Christmas Eve
Which is my Dad’s worst pet peeve
Tacos, tacos, wait a second…
You taste like my favorite cereal, Sock-O’s!
Tacos are my favorite snack
And sometimes I sneak them in my backpack
Burritos and tacos are brothers
But they come from a different mother


Ode to Trees

Trees, you give everything life
You provide shelter and air for the earth
Oh trees, you give everything life
You give life to the frogs on the ground
And the birds in the sky
Oh trees, you give everything life
You give life to us humans
And life to all animals
Oh trees, you give everything life
You start as a seed, and you grow over the years
And after a while, you whither and die
But just know that you give everything life



Oh burger, you are so yummy.
With your lettuce all out, you look like a shining emerald.
And the meat is sooo nice, like chocolate.
(Um, although that is a different food. Oh, well.)
Your cheese is like the shining sun, so brave and so melted.
Ketchup like blood, red spilling everywhere.

Lee Ana

Little Soft Paw

Once upon a time, there was a really, really fuzzy little girl. Her fuzz was thick, so she was always warm. Her Mom called her My Little Soft Paw. My Little Soft Paw went on an adventure to stop King Ding-a-Dong. He lived at the bottom of the deep blue sea. He wanted the little girl for her fluff. One day, he captured her and stole all her fluff so that when she came on land, she would be cold in Canada.

Owen Ball

The Secret is Bob

Bob was an ogre, and he wanted to get more ugly, so he took his teeth out. Bob tried to eat a sandwich. When he bit into it, his gums bled. Two hours later, he was in the hospital and he was dead. Four hours later, his Mom called and she said he was in trouble again.


A Riddle

It comes from a tree
It’s black and it’s brown
It falls on the ground
You can eat it
It can be cracked open
It is healthy to eat
It has a stem
It grows on a tree


Ode to Paper

Oh paper, a shade of white
Like wings to heaven, or freshly fallen snow
You are as soft as silk
And you contain millions of thoughts, like the Milky Way
You bend at soft, crisp angles
You are the start of a scribble, morphing slowly into beauty
You let pens skate across your smooth, soft surface
You can become anything
There is no limit or rules for what you can do
From a big, rough tree you become new, perfect sheets
You contain almost every thought
An entire person, room, house, mansion, country, planet
Can be contained in the midst of your pages
You make dreams come to life
Oh paper

Amity Blue Rogalski


Oh lotus, you are beautiful in and out
You make me warm like the sun
You are so pretty as you glide across the water
Making a beautiful swoosh, swoosh
All things are drawn to you
Because you have the most beauty in the pond
With your bright colors
You are down to earth
And are a gentle soul
Oh lotus
Oh lotus

Ava Henderson

Mother Nature

Mother Nature, you are beautiful
With birds on your trees
Deer on your grass
Wolves on your rocks
Fish in your rivers
The rain and your puddles
Your beautiful flowers on your branches
I love that when I’m in your woods
I can hear the deer running
The birds singing
Your beautiful cracks when I step on your branches
The waterfall splashing
I love you, Mother Nature


Ode to the Vulpix

Your icy tail is so cold I start to cry
Then your tail is like crystal stars in the moonlight
And with a tad of glow, too
I see an ice stone, and I bring it close to you
Then you evolve into Ninetails
Your tail is like snow
You move like crystals
And you still have that crystal gleam


The Beast

A beast had soft fur and smelled like nothing. It had no taste and saw nothing because no one had been able to see if. If someone had, they would be killed instantly by its big claws. So, stay away from this furry creature. It is very nasty smelling, and everyone should hate this thing. That was how we met the monster.


A Riddle

I see people running. I feel a football. I hear people yelling. I smell sweat. I taste water. Where am I?


Ode to Football

Ode to football, the thing that creates a lot of friendship
When the laces grip your fingers, you feel a light shining inside of you
When you let go of the ball, it soars through the air like a beautiful bird flying through the sky
When you make a touchdown, you feel a magical sense inside of you
You feel the ball celebrating with you, too
A football is like a magical creature that was once an angel
When you open the present, and you see the ball gleaming with joy, you are that way too
When you watch your team win, you feel like nothing can stand in your way
When you read a football book, you get sucked into the book and feel as if you’re playing football
Football is an amazing game that’ll never change
Anybody can play football, and anybody can enjoy it
If your team ever loses, it isn’t the end of the work
Because there’s always the next game
And you’ll play ever better than before
Ode to football


One Crazy Day

I watched the sun illuminate and called 911 and said, “Hey, 911, can you open my soda?” I’ve been going to Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza since I was three years old.



The song of the heart
The warmth inside
The magic within
The magnet to it
The happiness and joy
The comfort for sadness
The one that you feel closest to
Why, my darling,
That is love

Feel the power of the magic
Feel the golden aura shrouding you
Compassion and Kindness
With your heart in it
The despair when you leave
The electric shock of exhilaration when you come back
The dream you have every night and day
What people call a dream come true
Why, my darling,
That is love
As the arrow pierced your heart
You think differently
The longing to be with them
Your spirit glowing bright
The longing to say the words
I love you
But you still hold back
For the fear of loneliness
And ruining the moment
Why, my darling,
That is love

Be kind to yourself and be happy
Don’t hide yourself
Replaced by someone unknown
Be happy and calm
Honest and real
Steady and smart
Old but fresh
Why, my darling,
That is love

Love is not enough enough to say
For it is not describing your spirit
You feel complete and whole
Finding your missing half
It’s quite an adventure
Through good times and bad
But as long as you’re together
You need no more
Why, my darling,
That is your whole

Simone Owensby

Lilly’s Pizza Adventure

Once there was a beautiful girl, and her name was Lilly. She was very hungry, and she was in the mood for some pizza, so she was on her way to the Pizza Palace, until she stopped by this little girl riding a hoverboard. The little girl said, “You can never have pizza!” Lilly was very confused. So, while the little girl wasn’t looking, Lilly ran into the pizza shop then she ordered her pizza. Right after she took a bite, the pizza started to dance, but she didn’t care.


A Mountain Memory

I’m in the mountains. I see snow and ice. My friend is cooking ribs on a barbecue inside our cabin. I feel happy. I am on vacation with my friends and family. You can sit by the fireplace.


Ode to the Book

You’re full of amazing words
and always make me happy

Your pages are different in size
But they are always rather flappy

Different types of genres
Historical or fiction

But what makes you my favorite
Is that you are my addiction

Brightly colored titles
Like a rainbow in the sky

Amazing pictures on a page, on a page
No, this is not a lie

But when I see the words “The End”
I feel kinda down

But when I remember I have more books
I no longer have a frown


Ode to Dandelion

You start as a seed in the wind
You flutter across the sky
‘Til you land in soft, moist dirt
And your roots go down deep
You grow into the earth
Then your seed opens
And your stem goes up
For the first time, you breathe the fresh air
Your leaves open in the sky
A puff ball is there
And the winds will come again
To plant new flowers in the ground
So they may bloom
And then the seeds are gone
But you still have more life
As your buds open up
I see a beautiful yellow glow like the sun
And amazing in your glory
You are magnificent and calm
Yet filled with energy
You may be so small
But large
Even so
Everyone who looks at you is happy
I thank you for everything
Your beauty and grace

Kiana Leon