Here is an ode by Kayla. In the next Daily Poetical we will feature one by Alyssa about the Harry Potter books.
Ode to my Skis
I rush out
Of bed to get dressed, Run up the stairs to have
A quick breakfast bar
Mmm. All done, run run ahh the first ray of sunlight
It fills me with joy
Then I see the skis glistening with dew in the early morning light.
The lake as smooth as glass
Says to me
"Come, come, and please shatter me"
As I touch the skis it's like the taste of
Happiness;
Joy, love, and familiar all in one.
The cool, soft
And snug boot wraps my foot
With a warm hug as I slide into it.
I grasp the cool, rubber handle
Ready to go
As I hear the rumble of the motor
"1, 2, 3, Go!" I feel the drops of water rolling
Off my legs
The air rushes through my hair
Lifting my spirits.
As I take a deep breath
I feel so good I could fly
Then I hear the skis lift again
From the water like a suction cup
Beng pulled off
I'm a bird who rules the sky
As I leap and glide all over
Outside, inside, and outside again, Back and forth
I feel the water
Splashing
My face as I think
6:45 was so worth it.
Than as I glide in
Like a ton of bricks
The smell of pancakes
Welcomes me back
From a day's well done
That is untill the lake clears Again
When the sun is low in the pale cloudless blue sky tommorrow another day.
by Kayla
The Dog, Cat, and Pig Section-by Maggie
Maggie writes a series of books called the Dog, Cat, and Pig series. She has great illustrations,
but I can't show them.
Dog, Cat, and Pig #1
One day, Dog, Pig, and Cat went to find each other. But because they all went looking for each other they were out of luck. Then they all heard a scary sound. It sounded like this: hisss hiss hiss, heee heee heee, Aaaa. And they all ran to Dog's house. Ahhhhhhhh! The End.
Poem of the Issue
Hope is the Thing with Feathers by Emily Dickonson
Hope is the thing with feathers, That perches on the soul, And sings the tune without words, And never stops at all.
And sweetest in the gale is heard, And sore must be the storm, That could abash the little bird, That kept so many warm.
I've heard it in the chillest land, And on the strangest sea; Yet, never, in extremety, It asked a crumb from me.
