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POETRY CORNER

Our Farm, the U.S.A.

Truth is bent

By ignorance

Naughty children keep friends with pens

And so, worst unknown

Pigs on podiums make their rounds

Greedy for the slops muddied in the ground
The pauper dares talk of peace
The truth searchers denied for trampling grass
While elephants do their damage to families

The teacher dares sing of peace

Big men owned by bigger men

It's life out on the farm

Be careful or your chicks will grow into dinner

Join or die

The artist dares to paint the dove

Soar,

Soar all skies everyone

We must defeat the hawks

Hold hands

Sing in bands

Come together to love

Olive branches shall fly higher than their sharp beaks

Dare to bring peace.

- Amy Hayes, City Honors

It's the Worst Possible Time of the Year

It's the worst possible time of the year!

All the papers are falling,

The parents are calling,

"Have a good time, dear!"

It's the worst possible time of the year!

All the teachers are yelling,

We're doing our spelling,

It's the worst of our fears!

It's the worst possible time of the year!

Computers are typing,

There's instruments piping,

It's bringing us tears!

It's the worst possible time of the year!

Book pages are turning,

For we are all learning,

Hope 3 o'clock's near!

It's the worst possible time of the year!

Our pencils are scratching

It's colds that we're catching

GET ME OUT OF HERE!

It's the worst possible time,

It's the worst possible time,

It's the worst possible time,

OF THE YEAR!!!

- Alyssa M. Phillips, North Collins

Together We Make Up One World

I am the snowstorm

That comes in the midst of winter

I pelt windows and doors

With snow with my powerful winds.

I am the Sun, that before long,

Comes to melt the snow

I am the Sun

Who brings out the color in the world.

I bring out the colors of

The trees, the grass, the fields of flowers.

I am the Flower Fields, brought out by the Sun

I am filled with Poppies, Black-eyed Susans,

Daisies, Queen Ann's Lace and Petunias

I am kept colorful by the Sun

And kept alive by the Oceans.

I am the Oceans, who make the rain to

Water the flower fields

I quench the thirst of humans and animals

I am fun to play in,

If you are careful of my undertow.

We make up one world, and together we are useful.

- Meghan Devine, Clarence

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