FARM HOUSE by Jessias

Farm House

Jessias

There is only one house that has a farm

That house was down south by the lake

I was on my bike strolling along when I saw the house

It was big bright farmers working cows mooing chickens clucking horse neighing

Then I saw a little girl sitting on the porch eating a pie

I saw a dog running in circles with a woman

And a man working in the back

As I wave goodbye I wonder

What if I had a barn

It would be loud but nice

There is only one house that has a barn

Diane, The Mask –

Camille

Diane, the thing that keeps me safe. The thing I hate but also love.

A simple blue. My favorite color. Blue like the sky, and a tint of green, cutting in with the color of grass. Like when you’re drawing a picture and you want to get the whole scene in. So I guess it’s more of a turquoise then.

It’s the color that goes with everything. My other masks sometimes get jealous of me wearing her all the time.

She smells exactly like me. Diane, always in front of me. Glued to me 6 hours a day. Take it off for an hour. 5 hours.

But sometimes it gets hard. Because it feels like F - O - R E - V- E - R. Sometimes you have to let it go, like the song in the movie Frozen. It gets uncomfortable, rubbing on my nose and shredding it down. It feels like someone is pulling on my ears until they stick out of my head.

Still, I somehow get to know her. But not too much or else Diane will get too close, and share how much my breath stinks to the other masks.

So I loosen her. Take that Diane!

She traveled the world with me, we went to the park across the street, sat through math and reading, then made slime with my friends and went home, finally I got to take her off. Feels like someone put my whole face back on me.

But remember, but remember even though she’s very uncomfortable I still love Diane much much.

Though I am very sorry, very sorry. Diane, Oh poor Diane,

I bought a new mask . . .

Just Dreaming:

Frida

Dream Sometimes when you close your eyes, And you turn on the tv in your mind, You can find a show, That’s happy, Like an old memory edited, Thank you, happy dreams.

Sometimes when you close your eyes, And you turn on the tv in your mind, You can find a show, That’s scary, A show, About you running and running, But your legs are broken And when your alarm goes off, You get inspired, And create a book. Thank you, nightmares.

Sometimes when you close your eyes, And you turn on the tv in your mind, You can find a show, That’s really good, But then forget it when you turn it off, Maybe there wasn’t a show at all, Maybe you are going crazy, Thank you, unrememberable dreams.

Lil Bro

Christopher

Ethan, You are my lil bro... You used to be 2 feet shorter than me, now you’re 2 inches shorter than me. You’re very immature for a 7-year-old, just like I was. I have some honesty for you. You get as annoying as someone who uses ALL CAPS. You get angry as fast as a cheetah. You bother me 10% as much as a Karen. You use my stuff, you don’t close the door to my room. You argue with me over the smallest things. You sometimes stay chill as a sheep.

Although we fight like cats and dogs all the time you still matter to me.

Fun With Cats

Liam

Cats, my cats, they like to jump they like to fall and they like to run— they like to sleep all over my house in their little sweatshirts— they like to eat mousse and they like to wake me up in the middle of the night to get them some water.

Little Olivia

Aubrey

Olivia was a little girl who loved Books, nature, dresses, and The winter season.

She loved to go outside in a forest that Was not that far away from her Little house.

Every Friday, in winter and fall, she Went to the forest and read a Book she really liked.

Every week, in summer and spring, she went To the forest and ran around, looking For whatever flower she wanted to see.

She was fast when she ran. She was faster Than a cheetah ! That’s who she was, Little Olivia.

She also mostly liked pink dresses. Her favorite book was The Witch Boy. She loved the white snow in winter.

When Dusk Falls

Noa

When dusk falls and the sun drops into the depths of the darkening sky, there are many sounds. A fiery red robin sings with its cheerful voice, indicating the becoming of nightime. Mothers and fathers hold sizzling pots over loud ovens. Cars, rushing to get back home from a long, tiring day of work.

When dusk falls, the only sound that matters is your own. Your melodic heartbeat playing its wonderful tune that you can clearly hear in the silence of your own mind. The sound of your breath, smoothly slicing through the thick air. The only sight that matters: your own. Your house, the people you love around you, your unique and beautiful world through your own eyes.

Things That People Say

John

Fresh as a daisy Strong as a bear Smart as a fox Jet black stare Actions speak louder than words A dime a dozen An arm and a leg Hit the books Fast as a falcon Out of the blue

Deep Down

Roark

Anger which fulfilled me down in the deep ocean where I’m alone The dark and scary fish that swoosh beside me are the ones that will make me wake up from my sleep. The heavy breaths that make me calm down. Where then I reach up to the surface where I am happy.

Football Aniyah

Football is freedom The grass is really green The grass is slippery The sky is blue It’s really hot There is a lot of kids There’s trees There was birds There was a lot of parents There was footballs and cones There was dogs There’s birds singing And there’s white fluffy clouds in the light blue sky There was also a lot of kids that were shy The sun was hitting our eyes but we still made the team

Hair Oliver

Snakes Brown snakes on my head Wrestling Twisting SssssssSSSsss Awaiting the brush Pull, pull, Tug and pull The brush Goes pull Head Head of hair A blank canvas on my head Ponytail Pigtail Cowtail is A curly ponytail Tails Twisting tails on my head Brown Curly Soft like A dog’s coat Making my day As the brush goes Through my hair swiftly Cut Cut my Hair on my head Chop, chop Sharp, shiny razors on

My beautiful hair On the floor Worth it When I look In the mirror Shaped artist-style My amazing hair Hair Hair on my head Swerving in the wind Rushing past me in the car Windows down, cold But not too cold for me Streaming out behind me When I had long hair It was like Snakes Snakes on my head