A FAWN The crinkly brown leaves lie on the dirt floor A fawn with a white spotted back calls out He cannot see his mother anymore The baby ran and climbed for a short bout He ran until the forest turned to grass He shook in fear ‘til rain began to fall to stay dry he hid underneath some glass in great fear he started to cry and bawl he heard a man with rain boots and a beard the man fed the fawn some very warm milk the foreign deer thought the man was quite weird he petted the deer’s fur, as soft as silk After a while the fawn’s mother came running they went off together, looking stunning By Ava Bourneuf
WONDERS OF THE DAY Blue and beautiful, is the sky Looking up seeing it very high Giving me hope, just to try Giving me the feeling that I can fly Looking up, with a sigh Clear and blank, not shy Now all my worries can untie The sky is alive, it cannot die It can never shed a tear or cry How sly, the sky is way up high Looking down, like a spy Something so priceless, that you cannot buy Better than a piece of warm fresh pie When I look up at the sky, all I can say is “my oh my” By Hailey Rollins
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