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My best friend #1
My best friend’s heart is as big as my mom’s minivan,
Thoughtful and trustworthy
Our bond is like two rings interconnected,
Sharing laughs and spreading joy
My best friend is like a four leaf clover,
Lucky to have but extremely hard to find
We share secrets like we are in kindergarten again
Always there for each other when needed most.
There from the start,
Together till the end,
That’s what I call best friends.
To me, our friendship is like a rainbow,
Each color is a different adventure.
Every adventure is like a brand new story to tell,
Exciting and juicy with detail.
If I ever lost my best friend, it would be like losing a sock,
I’d never be able to find the other match,
My best friend is as bright as the sun,
Blinding with life and beauty.
Our friendship is like a never ending road,
It’s going to last forever.
There from the start,
Together till the end,
That’s what I call best friends.
SANTA #2
Sneaking so quietly to see if he’s there
Awaking in the middle of the night,
Nothing new, cookies still there
Till I finally shut my eyes for good
Arise in the morning to find the milk has been drunk, with one cookie to spare.
Lazy Nights #4
Sultry summer night,
Lost with friends
On a beach at dusk
The tunes start to play
With the soft strums of a guitar
The waves crashing behind us
In perfect harmony
Miles away from home
The scents of the seaweed
And the sand,
Squishing in between your tores
Moonlight casting shadows
As I watch the stars in the sky
And listen to the crickets chirp
Breezy air,
Along with perfect smells
Marshmallows roasting over the flames.
Oozing and dripping down my hand.
The essence of the fire,
My favorite part.
I stay up late,
And I sleep in.
And the best of all is when I wake up at sunrise
And realize that when I go home,
There are fresh, hot pancakes of fried perfection, made of fluffy, warm, buttery goodness awaiting my taste buds.
Pure bliss.
(Change: Pick one line and make it as descriptive as you can.)
Christmas #5
As the snow begins to fall
Smiles start to grow
And the laughter and joy fill the air.
Baking cookies and setting out milk,
Eating the raw dough before it’s even in the over.
While singing along to Christmas music.
Decorating the Christmas tree,
Fighting over who gets to put the angel on top,
Stringing lights and candy canes.
Eagar to open the presents that magically appeared, placed under the tree,
That says “Santa’s Helper” on the from line.
The clock strikes, it’s time for bed
Awoken by the sounds of Santa’s sled.
White #6
Snow falls for the first time
Translucent faces all around
Snowball fights
The lace jacked, cuddled to her body
We drink hot cocoa with mini marshmallows
And enjoy eggnog for the holidays
Exhaling the frosted air
We build snowmen
As our hands turn bloodless
Toasty warm milk and cookies
Soothe out faint bodies
What a great end to a glistening winter day.
Seasons #8
Autumn leaves
Fall to the ground
Red, orange
Yellow and brown
Colors changing
All around
Getting time to wear
A heavier coat
As temperatures turn twenty below,
The wind blows
And down comes
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Red, orange
Yellow and brown
Colors chaningchanging
All around
Getting time to wear

That’s what I call best friends.
SANTA #2
Awaking in the middle of the night,
Sneaking so quietly to see if he’s there
Awaking in the middle of the night,
Nothing new, cookies still there
Till I finally shut my eyes for good
Arise in the morning to find the milk has been drunk, with one cookie to spare.
I wish you were here #3
The silence is relaxing
They’re not use to it
So many memories
Of anger and fighting fill the room
Bags still packed,
On the floor
As if they were just there,
It’s finally happy and peaceful.
A new start.
Lazy Nights #4
Sultry summer night,
On a beach at dusk
The tunes start to play
With the soothesoft strums of
The waves crashing behind us
In perfect harmony
White #6
Snow falls for the first time
OpaqueTranslucent faces all
Snowball fights
The ivory jacked islace jacked, cuddled to
We drink hot cocoa with mini marshmallows
And enjoy eggnog for the holidays
Exhaling the ghastlyfrosted air
We build snowmen
hands turn lifelessbloodless
Toasty warm milk and
Soothe out faint bodies
What a great end to a glistening winter day.
Joy is… #7
Joy is having the warmth of a blanket
It’s when a generous heart offers me money on the streets
When I get to see my family for the first time in years.
Joy is when I finally find a job and am able to buy shelter.
To me, joy is living - and being given a second chance in life.
(Written from the perspective of a young man who got involved in drugs and became homeless.)
Seasons #8
Rain dropsAutumn leaves
Fall to the ground
The leaves are turningRed, orange
Yellow and brown
And fallingColors chaning
All around
NeedGetting time to buywear
A heavier coat
The trees move,As temperatures turn twenty below,
The wind blows
As I see theAnd down comes
Autumn leaves.

A new start.
Lazy Nights #4
Sultry summer night,’night,
Lost with friends
On a beach at dusk
(Written from the perspective of a young man who got involved in drugs and became homeless.)
Seasons #8
Rain dripsdrops
Fall to the ground
The leaves are turning

My best friend #1
My best friend’s heart is as big as my mom’s minivan,
Thoughtful and trustworthy
Our bond is like two rings interconnected,
Sharing laughs and spreading joy
My best friend is like a four leaf clover,
Lucky to have but extremely hard to find
We share secrets like we are in kindergarten again
Always there for each other when needed most.
There from the start,
Together till the end,
That’s what I call best friends.
To me, our friendship is like a rainbow,
Each color is a different adventure.
Every adventure is like a brand new story to tell,
Exciting and juicy with detail.
If I ever lost my best friend, it would be like losing a sock,
I’d never be able to find the other match,
My best friend is as bright as the sun,
Blinding with life and beauty.
Our friendship is like a never ending road,
It’s going to last forever.
There from the start,
Together till the end,
That’s what I call best friends.
SANTA #2
Awaking in the middle of the night,
Sneaking so quietly to see if he’s there
Nothing new, cookies still there
Till I finally shut my eyes for good
Arise in the morning to find the milk has been drunk, with one cookie to spare.
I wish you were here #3
The silence is relaxing
They’re not use to it
So many memories
Of anger and fighting fill the room
Bags still packed,
On the floor
As if they were just there,
It’s finally happy and peaceful.
A new start.
Lazy Nights #4
Sultry summer night,’
Lost with friends
On a beach at dusk
The tunes start to play
With the soothe strums of a guitar
The waves crashing behind us
In perfect harmony
Miles away from home
The scents of the seaweed
And the sand,
Squishing in between your tores
Moonlight casting shadows
As I watch the stars in the sky
And listen to the crickets chirp
Breezy air,
Along with perfect smells
Marshmallows roasting over the flames.
Oozing and dripping down my hand.
The essence of the fire,
My favorite part.
I stay up late,
And I sleep in.
And the best of all is when I wake up at sunrise
And realize that when I go home,
There are fresh, hot pancakes of fried perfection, made of fluffy, warm, buttery goodness awaiting my taste buds.
Pure bliss.
(Change: Pick one line and make it as descriptive as you can.)
Christmas #5
As the snow begins to fall
Smiles start to grow
And the laughter and joy fill the air.
Baking cookies and setting out milk,
Eating the raw dough before it’s even in the over.
While singing along to Christmas music.
Decorating the Christmas tree,
Fighting over who gets to put the angel on top,
Stringing lights and candy canes.
Eagar to open the presents that magically appeared, placed under the tree,
That says “Santa’s Helper” on the from line.
The clock strikes, it’s time for bed
Awoken by the sounds of Santa’s sled.
White #6
Snow falls for the first time
Opaque faces all around
Snowball fights
The ivory jacked is cuddled to her body
We drink hot cocoa with mini marshmallows
And enjoy eggnog for the holidays
Exhaling the ghastly air
We build snowmen
As our hands turn lifeless
Toasty milk and cookies
Soothe out faint bodies
What a great end to a glistening winter day.
Joy is… #7
Joy is having the warmth of a blanket
It’s when a generous heart offers me money on the streets
When I get to see my family for the first time in years.
Joy is when I finally find a job and am able to buy shelter.
To me, joy is living - and being given a second chance in life.
(Written from the perspective of a young man who got involved in drugs and became homeless.)
Seasons #8
Rain drips
Fall to the ground
The leaves are turning
Yellow and brown
And falling
All around
Need to buy
A heavier coat
The trees move,
The wind blows
As I see the
Autumn leaves.

With Helen still not being able to understand what she is really saying, Annie thinks it is best for Helen and her to just be alone. She moves into a small abandoned cabin located in the fields and decides to make it Helen's new home. By that, i mean she feels that being able to spend alone time with Helen constantly and having Helen depend on her 24/7 will make it easier for her to learn. Patience is key here. Annie has to work with Helen almost all day to try and make her understand better. After time, she eventually learns what the words she was once a stranger too - mean. They continued working everyday over and over again, learning new words and making Helen try to understand and feel what the words meant. Helen successes over time and becomes accomplished through out her life although she still struggles with being both deaf and blind.
Elie, in Night by Elie Wiesel comes across several puddles through out his journey. Elie and his family, being Jewish, get sent to a concentration camp when he was only just a young boy. When they first arrive to the camp, the women and the men get separated in to different lines. Little did they know, this was the last time they would ever see each other again. As the smoke forms above the building, fear strikes them all. Who would be sent to the crematory and who would not? Elie saw it as one of the scariest moments possible. Gripping on to his father. Not letting them be torn apart. One at a time, being sent into two different lines. Worried as can be as to what will happen next. They pass. But just for now. Elie and his father soon have to go through selection. A time of choosing who dies, and who stays until they can take no more. Every time is the same. Act, look, breathe and speak strong as if you haven't even began to crack yet. Elie was once told to run through selection and not to even glimpse at Nazi's. Elie ran as fast as he ever had and sooner than he knew it, he was through the doors.
on foot. The guards ran with everyone, in hopes of intimidating them all. Who ever be shot. No matter who you were, it was indifferent. Bodies dropping weakness, and starvation,starvation. Everyone was turning sedentary. Elie had run, run. Every step was another step towards proximity. But once the guards, thatsthat's when youthey knew they One step closer to becoming free.closer.
So next time you come across a puddle on a path, you have a choice - yes, the puddle will always be there, it's not going anywhere, but you can either choose to fall in it, or jump over it.