by Victoria S. Happiness on the Table Stuffing, Potatoes, Turkey Late afternoon Uncles, Aunts, Grandparents, Cousins Pretty Sunsets Getting Along Once No Worries We are Finally Content Smiles and Laughter Stuffed to the Brim No One Left Out Finally, Freedom from Want!
“Freedom from Want”
by Carinne Z. And once the days of Thanksgiving are here the bells are rung, with joy and cheer. Families flock for dinner feast With everyone eating full, at least. A turkey’s served, next comes pie; stuffed meat with cranberry sauce arrive. Talk followed up with laughter; Catching up with each other, the happy families…
“Freedom from Want”
by Ammar A. The appetizing smell filled our noses, And made us smile, The room so lively, One that made us want to stay a while; Laughter and happiness inside us all, As we nearly begin the feast, We enjoy ourselves and give thanks, For we are a whole family, That will never stop loving…
“Two Sides to Every Story”
by Bridget M. It was a cool December morning around 7:40 a.m when Jamie went outside to see if the toad he had caught the previous day was still in his cage. The cage was hand made out of some string, wood and leaves. The toad he had caught was hopping around, trying to catch…
freedom from want
by Olivia J. the doorbell rings with joy rushing to open it and on the other side awaits a friendly face letting her in she takes her spot at the table it’s piled high with aromatic food and delectable dishes shortly after, the doorbell rings once again this time with even more people behind the…
Halloween
The children are in their costumes, The apples are dipped in red. The ghosts, the gouls, and goblins, Are getting out of bed. The pumpkins have their faces, Some smile and some are mean, I would think it all unusual, but tonight is Halloween.
teachmetofly
stifling, moist air wrapped around my face a torrent of waves screamed as it shoved against itself only to stumble back to where it started the pasty, rust-covered lighthouse tilted in its place hideous grey mud mottled the crepitating stairs an ominous hum seemed to reverberate against the walls and swim in my ears, crawling…
Bubble Writing
The trees swayed rhythmically in the Autumn wind, bringing back memories of a time where leaves clung tenaciously to their branches, shining similarly in their viridescence against the glaring sunlight. In Fall, however, they are free, a clustered conglomerations of color that swirled rapidly through the air and floated gently amongst the bubbles that surrounded…
Bubbles
Gently floating along, the bubbles were ascending towards the sky, pushed by the brisk, autumnal breeze. Lazily drifting by, bubbles of all sizes gleamed bright colors, like spilled motor oil on a blacktop, metallic and vibrant. Many times, instead of soaring into the sky, some bubbles would fall short as they sunk down, before getting…
Bubbles
Twirling gracefully, pirouetting out of my reach, trying to ascend over my dirty hands. I scrutinize them as they swayed mindlessly, danced carelessly, and spun around like a pulchritudinous ballerina. The bubbles were clear glass windows keeping me enclosed. Like an exit that I could not escape through, able to see into it yet not…