Patriotism

Patriotism is our country's pride
It's the love of our country,
The flag flying high!
It's the trust in our nation,
The fight to be free.
It's the reason we're here,
Where we ought to be.

Patriotism's the thought you remember,
The feeling abroad
On that day in September.
It's the trust in yourself,
The right to be free,
The reason we're here
Where we ought to be.

- Josh S.

Secret Beach of Sand

Waves dance acress a surface of blue,
Crashing until the colors end,
Until the waves touch the shore,
Those beautiful blue waves that bend.

Sand dunes like buildings standing tall,
Up upon the gloomy hills they stand.
Overpowering anything that comes too close,
Those towering structures in the sand.

Crash!  Waves fight the bold path of rocks,
Stretching out toward the raging enemy.
It is a duel between water and land,
Those rocks built by man called the "jedi."

As if I am painting a picture in my mind,
All I can do is think of this land.
I know the mood is uplifting and will relax me.
It is my little secret beach of sand.

- Mary Beth C.

The Sky

You have seen many days,
Your sadness shows in clouds of gray.
You make our lakes so very blue,
Almost so they look like you.
You put the show to bed at night,
And show the stars so very bright.

You are the sky.

 - Michael W.

Dawn to Dusk

Fire in the moon's eyes,
Morning is on its way.
Dew on the dry grass,
The ants are bathing,
Dandelions begin to bloom.
Lawnmowers are catching up.
The sun is soaring brighter,
Heat scorching the skin.
Lemons fresh and squeezed,
Refreshing the thirst of summer.
Hammocks hang between trees.
Leaves rustle and sway -

The sky a bluish-purple,
Night is beginning to fall.
Hammocks hang low,
Motionless in the still wind.
Lemons are all gone,
Summer's thirst is quenched.
The moon, white and pale,
Stars glisten in tired eyes.
Dandelions bloom no more.
Lawnmowers rest, out of fuel.
The ants, dirty once again,
A burned out fire smolders.
The moon is settling in.

- Sarah R.