America

Dear Readers,


        Happy Independence Day! For all of the service men and women, thank you for protecting our country. We greatly value the sacrifices you make for us.

Signed,

Kayla

Ancestors, soldiers, and leaders are always remembered

Melting pot

Emerald-colored trees, gorgeous rivers, and massive mountains

Red, white, and blue flag

Independent since 1776

Communities helping other communities

America is a wonderful country.

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Poetry

This poem was inspired by “I dwell in Possibility” by Emily Dickinson. Thank you!

Poetry…what is poetry?

Is it a group of lines and stanzas

That are aligned across paper

In a melodious fashion?

Does its message outshine its format;

Therefore is “free” from its “verse”?

From ballads to haikus, all forms of poetry have one main goal:

To send a message.

These messages are transformed

From prose, then broken into lines and stanzas.

Odes, sonnets, and other “cultures”

Make up the world of poetry.

                                                                                       

What makes a poem beautiful?

What makes a poem meaningful?

Poetry can evoke feelings and change thinking.

No single definition can define such writing.

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There Was an Angel Outside My Window

Dear Readers,

         It is Christmas time! I hope you all a very Merry Christmas. Please enjoy this special poem I wrote. 

Signed,

Kayla  

 On Christmas Eve, in a quiet town

Where my siblings and I lived

We dressed in our nightshirts and gowns

Awaiting presents to receive and give.

I was tucked in my bed

And said my prayers

I flopped into bed

Snuggled up with my toy bears.

Later that night I was fast asleep

Dreaming jolly, pleasant dreams

Of dolls, bikes, and other toys to keep

While dreaming of peppermints and ice cream.

Thud! Something woke me

From my slumber.

Was it who I thought it be?

A man in a red suit, and a belly as thick as lumber?

A bright light was around my room

Cascading from my window

It was bolder that a marigold’s bloom.

What a marvelous glow!

There was an angel outside my window

In his grace majesty

I was still amazed by his bright glow

That shined all over me.

He did not say a word at first.

Only smiled at me sweetly.

After a while, he burst,

“Rejoice in Jesus! Be glad in He!”

The angel flew away

To the rejoicing Heavens above

The angels rejoiced and sway,

Singing of God’s grace and Love.

Christmas morning finally came

My brothers and sisters were excited

We got bouncy balls, yo-yos, hair ribbons, and a game

Each of us were delighted

Yet, no gift could ever amaze me

Like the angels presence and words

Full of life and holy glee

It was like nothing I’ve ever heard.

Every Christmas, I always remember

The sweet angel’s words and hymn.

Now, every 25^th of December,

I know that Christmas is truly about Jesus, about Him.




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Late Autumn

Late autumn,

You are a mystery,

An awkward time between two seasons.

You frost the ground with white snow,

Yet your trees still have the bright

Colors of fall’s hay day.

All of the migrators are gone,

The hibernators are almost ready to slumber,

The temperature is going from cold to colder,

And the flowers are gone ‘till spring.

Time is running out

For all of nature, the year, and you

Dear late autumn.

You are the alarm of the transitioning seasons.

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