The Bat By day the bat is cousin to the mouse. He likes the attic of an aging house. His fingers make a hat about his head. His pulse beat is slow we think him dead. He loops in crazy figures half the night. Among the trees that face the corner light. But when he brushes up against a screen We are afraid of what our eyes have seen. For something is amiss or out of place. When nice with wings can wear a human face. Sidney Horne 5th Grade Lakeside Academy Mrs. Demeka Gamer
Little brother like no other, Talking all day long; Rarely soft, often loud, Like the most annoying song. Your spirit is contagious, Kind of like the flu; I wonder how my life would be, If there wasn't you. As I try to imagine, a shocking thing happened. A world without you became suddenly blue; I would be like a shoelace, Looking for my shoe. Funny how thoughts make you think, And the strange things you discover; When you find in your heart, The love for your little brother is like no other. Jackson Wolford 5th Grade St.Peter's Episcopal School Carol Lockrow
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