Sandy shores and soaring smiles,
Summer's sunshine and sugary slushies.
I am like an unfinished painting,
Where you can choose the outcome.

Here I am at the beach,
On a beautiful summer's day,
All winter I've waited and waited,
For you to come and play.

Finally you arrive!
Beach umbrellas are poked into me,
You shake out a towel and lay down,
Ready to get your tan.

The kids get out their shovels,
And suddenly I'm a kingdom,
Full of sandcastles and shells,
Chilling shores wash up on me.

I am the sand.

On off on off

Goes the lights in the room

I feel like a child filled with doom

Things like Clowns, Lions and crawly things are what I hope to see

Instead I find Ringmasters all around me

“Get ready for a scary show” they say

But all I see is what I am looking for

Clowns, lions and crawly things

These ring masters are very bad hosts

I am a flower standing happily

Finally satisfied with what I see.

I am the ocean

Take me to Lewis beach

I feel kids feet against me

Looking out I see family laughing having fun

I see the boardwalk straight ahead

“kids don’t be afraid come in and play”

I am cold or hot depends on the day

little kids jumping my waves

I move harshly at the shore

The ocean is blue as a new born baby’s eyes

The whooshing waves washed endlessly upon the shore.

I launch into the air with a boom

and see hundreds of people looking at me,

I can see the whole city

while I’m up in the sky,

I explode with color

bright like the sun,

As I fall to the ground

I smile,

because I know that I am a

Fiesty, Fiery, Firework!

Poem about a pen, written… without a pen

I express ideas like an artist

I’m creative like a person

I start and end wars

I leave my mark

I can share ideas and information

I’m properly and positively pleasing, practical painless and powerful

I am necessary, never failing, well, not never

needy, computers threaten my superiority

but they will never surpass me for I am the one, the only the pen

She plays her skin like a violin
Armed with a shiny metal bow
She moves back and forth,
Tone deaf as death

This music has no beauty to show
Passion is bled with no words said
For this song is just instrumental
And when the girl falls down without a sound
She can't make it to the recital

The Life of A Roller Coaster

Jonathan


The train waits in the station,
Waiting to go up the chain.
The last people get on.
And up goes the train.

The sound of the chain is like thunder.
It groans, and clinks, and squeaks.
And finally the fun begins,
When the train makes the first peak.

The train whirls down,
Over two-hundred feet.
The people riding it scream,
As they're pushed down in their seats.

The train then loops-the-loop,
Completely upside down.
It's an exciting moment,
But then the train comes around.

After more hills,
the ride is finally done.
The people are happy,
the kids, grown-ups, everyone.

Every single day, 
I entertain the guests.
I'm happy to do this,
at everyone's requests'.