The Snow was blown away

The clouds were very gray

You could tell more snow was here

In this joyful time of year

The snow was really falling down

There was not a kid with a frown

The children were having a snowball fight

You could not have found a more cheerful sight

All the kids started to frown

When the sun came into town

They wished the snow would come again

So they could play with their friends

The snow was blown away …

89. by Sarah Herman

       

Evil is this number that envelops my mind,

Its octa-non ways search to find,

Grateful memories of happy grades.

Homeworks, tests, quizzes deserving of praise.

These cruel two digits hunt like a chimpanzee,

Yearning for a bite of my well-deserved ninety.

“Naive shalt I cower in fear my dear!”

“I fear this may be the end of my educational career”

“Ninety am I, your dark night in shining armor!”

“Execution awaits me if I do not make the roll of honor”

Intently their eyes meet,

Ninety knocks his nemesis of his feet.

“Even that B+ could not kill our love!”

“Not with the literary Gods shining on us from above!”

“Generously I risked my life for you but now I must say adieu…”

“Lovely ninety where must you go?”

“I need to be entered into Ms. Whalen’s computer by tomorrow”

“So sad it is to see my hero go on this dangerous spree”

“Happily though, you got your ninety”

Extra Credit

I walk into English class and what do I see?

My grade went down to 89.3

All I can imagine is my parents upset

The only thing I can do is sit here and fret.

Until I asked Ms. Whalen what I could do

To make my grade not look so bad and blue.

She said “you can post on my blog,

But it can’t have anything about a frog”.

So I thought up this little rhyme that I hope you liked

I’m wishing that you get really psyched

To give me those few points that I need

In order for my grade, to succeed.

I’m really sorry but I’m out of time

So I need to put an end to this nasty rhyme.

Ms. Whalen, I’d like to thank you

You were a lot more help than I ever knew.

-George Bayides

Haiku by Kirsten Hansen

mistakes are common 

though my head is still held high
brighter days will come 

Kirsten Hansen 

Sweetness by Bhavik Jain

Looking through a window

Oh I wish I could have it

So creamy and milky

Oh how badly I want it

It needs to be eaten

Just sitting there mocking me

Walking in the store, taking out my money

Telling the cashier, “I want that”

I take it out and eat it,

So creamy and milky

I feel like I’m in heaven

                                                             Oh how I love milk chocolate

Haikus by George K.

Soccer

Soccer is my life

I cannot live without it

I love playing it

Family

I love family 

They are there when i need them

Especially Mom

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