Outside+Poems

WATER FALLS. BY ESHPA MOLLEL. Out of the bus and followed The road. The farther we went The narrower the road became, The thick the forest appeared. As I Wondered where we were going.

I moved smoothly with mysterious Quiet mind “where is this place? It looks so Natural and smells like grass.” I was so amazed.

Curiously I wanted to know were we were Going. I saw a bridge few steps away with fear I looked and slowly moved. It was so frightening For sure I can say.

We walked few meters and reached the place I was so astonished with the beauty of the place. The water falls moved fast from top to the bottom. I looked at the bank of the river and saw some fish. When I looked around I saw butterflies moving around the grass.

I moved to the bank of the river and sat on the stone I took of my shoes and dipped my feet in the water. “I love this place.” In my heart I said. It is full of peace I wish I could be living here.

I looked in ur I’s & wondered wat u think the ladybug replies blink, blink, blink For it cn nt speak But with its mind Most ppl leak But me I try 2 find U walkin in th grass & upon th yellow tops from th sidewalk I pass GLOP! OOPS! I think I just stepped In dog poops. By, Keri Claybourn

MLG By Zac Watts

I wanna be and MLG Pro. That way, some day, I'll make all the dough. Getting there ain't easy, as Tim might know.

It takes a steady BR. Obtain that and some day you'll be a star. At some point in your life, you'll have to raise the bar.

Outside by Megan Ehlers

I do recall some wondrous days Of romping, playing and exploring The trees were still towers kissing the sky The grass was my playground It was my key to the hidden Outside world only I could find I had a trick to open this door T’was the delicate touch of a child Paired with laughter and awe I remember running faster than wind Touching the sky with every jump And sniffing the sweet grass with every fall I picked priceless dandelions I flew after majestic butterflies And discovered a frog or two But once the sound of the real world was heard I stealthily wandered back. Whispering goodbyes And hiding all my doors Once my doors were sealed and my secrets safe, I jumped inside the kitchen and spilled my adventures My parents smiled back and said “you can see your friends Tomorrow”

I Remember Amy Loverin

I remember the big back yard Where I played and ran I’d call up my neighbors to say lets play bad guys They would then reply yes for as long as we can

I remember sidewalks and streets Where I rode my bike I had my roller blades and my black skateboard too The wheels would glide across the pavement as I would do whatever I like

I remember the cold snow That was fun for all I’d stay outside for hours Snow was our building material for our impervious forts, giant snowmen, and many snowballs

**What's the itch? By: Jessica Pritchett

As the weather changes I get this funny feeling. An itch, perhaps? Am I anxious to play in the sun? Am I ready to splash in the pool? No...

No... That itch is a scratch in my nose So I sneeze... alot. I'll sneeze and I'll weeze, bleary eyed and dull I'll use a whole box of tissues And I'll croak like a toad. Because I have allergies Darn you allergy season!**

Prom Michaela Knudsen

She wore a blue and silver dress He wore an all white tux. As he walked up the driveway He looked in her eyes, and told Her she looked beautiful. He put the white flowered corsage On her wrist and they headed to dance The night away.

Nick Myers

Heading East on Highway 6, The sun glinting against the windshield. Tom Petty tunes floating out of the sunroof Nibs snoring in the back seat, My girls soft arm next to mine. My foot to the floor Passing in the slow lane, Because no one would move over. And then, Over a hill Behind tall grass blowing. I saw the white sheriff car Gold and green letters, Jerk into drive. She pulled me over And gave me $800 In tickets.

Spring Time by: Stephanie Peterson Blue as the sky Green as the leafs As bright as the sun Shiny as the ocean Crisp as the cut grass Cooling as a soft breeze Calming as a flying bird Exciting as a splashing fish Wonderful as our colorful world Amazing as the rainbow Breathtaking as a spring day

Trees By: Clay Schoenrock The trees, they blow in the wind I see these trees and know what it is like to feel free so free, I have no need no need to leave these trees. They show what it is to have, to have care for my world have no care for my problems I feel care free except for these trees. They grow so big They live so long they have many forms of beauty I notice the way they change, I notice the way they live.

Learning how to make a whistle out of a blade of grass by Jenna Ferguson

Hours upon hours we would spend down by the pond. Fishing, laughing and eating. And from time to time laying on a blanket My sister. My cousins, My aunt and I

One day My aunt picked a long green thick blade of grass She layed it between her two thumbs, brought it to her mouth and blew. And when your 5 and someone just made a whistle from a blade of grass it's the coolest thing ever.

Mastering the technique was not an easy task. We would spend hours on end trying to make just one sound any sound blade after blade of grass was used to try and make just one sound

Finally After trying to get that noise to come out you make it. You grab another blade, but it doesn't work this time. Unitl your aunt shows you, you can't use just any blade of grass but the perfect blade big and wide. It had to lay perfectly between our two thumbs. It has to have a big enough gap that you can see the grass. Then you can't just blow as hard as you can just lightly.

So I hunted for the perfect blade of grass picked it from the bottom Placed it perfectly between my thumbs And away i went, I made the noise on the first try and the next time, and the next I still from time to time hunt for that perfect blade of grass. And remember those times of trying so hard to make that whistle.