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There are so many sounds in the months off of school. Children playing, people splashing in the pool The hypnotic drone of bees and locusts In the warmth of summer, it gets difficult to focus
 * Ballads**
 * "Summer"

At my house on the ocean This peaceful place evokes a lot of emotion In the field I fly a kite In the morning, the sun always shines so bright

Skiing from behind a boat This season is too hot for a sweater or coat Swinging on a rope over the lake On hot nights, I lay wide awake

Sneaking out late at night With the moon as the only light Dancing beneath the glimmering stars Passing time while watching cars

Catching a late night flick I'll decide, it's my pick At midnight, we play a game Every time during break is different, nothing is ever the same

Riding in the car with my friends Time is getting short and I hope it never ends Don't be foolish, seize the day Think about what's important, do not stray

I squint my eyes, I need my shades I know my vivid memory never fades I snap an exhilarating picture to remember forever The family and friends that left my side, never

Sneaking out late at night With the moon as the only light Dancing beneath the glimmering stars Passing time while watching cars Michaela D.

"Wind" The sky is a field So empty and yet so full It never comes to a yield The wind is like a bull

It whips and it thrashes It can be felt by the masses The wind has its power But it wouldn't hurt a flower

All can hear it blow All night and all day An unsteady flow Like a leopard hunting prey

All was good and quiet That bright autumn day And down came a riot Causing a horrendous fray

This blistering silence Came with such violence The power within Was the power of Odin

The force of this storm was so mighty It made things heavy become flighty It had so much power It was a spinning tower

The air blew round and round And round and round it blew It blew so hard, so hard indeed It rushed off carrying a steed

After a while All the trees in a pile The tower was gone But not for long

The eye of the beast was watching from above us The winds were heard but not tremendous It seems that the monster had broken Even though its words were still being spoken

The next round was yet to come Its sound grew past a hum The beast was back And began to attack

The rage of the storm lasted for hours And as it was leaving it was followed by showers The wind died and the clouds departed Many creatures were left homeless and broken hearted

This blistering silence That came with such violence Was now gone And began the next day with a new red dawn

Matt G.

"Crimson as the Sun" On a blithesome day in April it all began The lilies were blooming as she ran and ran

Her vibrant hair blew in the tranquil breeze She adored each chirping bird, she worshipped the trees A gay laugh escaped from her full lips When suddenly she glimpsed, through the greenery, someone else's unblinking irises

He called to her, she bashfully replied Soon, however, neither of them would be very shy They frolicked and coquetted in fields of soft and brilliant grass Each of them knew they were falling fast Her heart fluttered as he grasped her hand The moment was enchanting as they ran and ran

As time advanced they married and built a cottage near the river's shore In ignorance they were mirthful, yet soon there would be a war Men of the town gathered and held a meeting The leader called their attention and commenced, speaking "Our enemy is vile, we must use force In three days time we will set out on our course." The young man spoke up, "Is there no other alternative, can we not make peace?" "That may have been an option were these men not vicious beasts."

He returned to his wife and told her his plight "The war is upon us, I must go fight." As she packed his things her heart shattered with grief He kissed her goodbye and she said "Farewell" in disbelief To the forest she ran and ran

The deer and rabbits pitied her and she mourned for her man Abruptly she gathered herself and commenced to write After all, she thought, it may only be a brief fight She wrote to him by the moon's light, as well as by day He responded that he would contact her whenever he may

A year passed by For a short time, to her letters she received no reply Then one day a somber fellow arrived at her door As he read her the notice she sank to the floor

Her love had perished The one thing she had so dearly cherished Calmly she collected a deep blue shroud from beneath her bed She cloaked her body and covered her head The river's edge now is where she ran and ran

For an instant she quivered then said, "Yes I can." She took a deep breath while looking at the sky and plunged in The cool liquid encompassed her, covering her chin Her hair flowed through the water crimson as the sun Her mind was clear, at ease with what she had done

Deep in sleep, peaceful as a dove At last she was reunited with her one true love

Lilly D.

"Wendy's Ballad" The girl sat on the windowsill With feelings of excitement and pining She was bound to her parent's will Uncertain of life, she listened to the wind whining

In her mind were unsettling thoughts of aging Like her thoughts, the storm was raging Then she heard a sound that was a shout Distressed, but stable, she quickly peered out

It was a boy, no older than she Little did she know, he was the key; The key to never growing older; To never getting bigger, only bolder

He said, "Come, please take my hand, And I will show you my distant land; A place of joy, a place that's far, But, you know it as the brightest star"

He was right, for she had often looked on high; Past the moon and comets to the twinkling that caught her eye With that mischievous boy, her brothers, and she would fly To his home, that magnificent star in the sky

It was home to many magical things; Fairies, mermaids, Indian tribes, and a band of lost boys Best of all was there were no rules or kings The only things that mattered were adventure and childish joys

It was a paradise, but all good things must end Their parent's hearts would break if they stayed The pain they would cause they could never mend So, with heavy hearts, their difficult choice was made

The years passed and she matured Her journey so long ago was a distant thought She forgot the magic and the fantastical place she was lured; Instead, she raised a family, which she nurtured and taught

Would her daughter meet the same fate? On some night very dark and late Would a bright-eyed boy come take her child; To see things unimaginable and wild?

One starry night, he said, "Come please take my hand, And I will show you my distant land; A place of joy, a place that's far, But, you know it as the brightest star"

Beth E. || "The Knight Life" Knights of the Round Table Always do what they are able. Ride their horses like they're stable. Chivalry is their label.

King Arthur's court is where it's at. We can eat and drink till we feel fat. Laugh and tell a hero's tale. When it comes to adventure we can't fail.

We stand for manhood at our best Crusades the cause for our lost rest. Armor clad and to the test. Our open wounds can be grotesque.

King Arthur's court is where it's at. We eat and drink till we feel fat, Laugh and tell a hero's tale. When it comes to adventure we can't fail.

We steal from the rich and give to the poor. Never afraid to go through a door, Riches we will never store. Our story told through this folklore.

King Arthur's court is where it's at. We eat and drink till we feel fat, Laugh and tell a hero's tale. When it comes to adventure we can't fail.

For women and children we will fight. Weakness is never our blight. Such a fine shining sight, Knights in armor win the fight.

King Arthur's court is where it's at. We eat and drink till we feel fat, Laugh and tell a hero's tale. When it comes to adventure we can't fail.

Things of this world we can't be attached to. For our King, we have much to do. Little time for Isabella and Sue. Such a sacrifice, I wish we never knew.

King Arthur's court is where it's at. We eat and drink till we feel fat, Laugh and tell a hero's tale. When it comes to adventure we can't fail.

Sometimes the enemy we can't see. Our crusade will make the enemy flee. Their land and riches will be their fee. Victory for the Knights is always the key.

King Arthur's court is where it's at. We eat and drink till we feel fat, Laugh and tell a hero's tale. When it comes to adventure we can't fail.

Upon our chests we wear a cross We will show them who is boss. With a lance of a sword, the enemy's bodies we will toss. Our life will be our only loss.

King Arthur's court is where it's at. We eat and drink till we feel fat, Laugh and tell a hero's tale. When it comes to adventure we can't fail.

So there you have it! The Knight life is a real big hit. The ladies we will always get. Laughter, love, and blood we spit.

David G.

"Unballad" Ballads are boring Ballads are bleak For all that I care, They can sink in the deep.

Descriptive words Like rose covered cottage Working like this Is wasting my brain's wattage.

I have a lot better things To do with my time Than sit around here And make up a rhyme

Ballads are boring Ballads are bleak For all that I care, They can sink in the deep.

For me, these ballads Are a thing of the past Hopefully this project Will not last.

Of course all this writing Is taking up time And in this ballad I'm using end rhyme.

Ballads are boring Ballads are bleak For all that I care, They can sink in the deep.

Now that I'm done I can go back to sleep Now I can lie down in my bed, And start to count sheep!

Morgan F.

"It Was a Playground Kind of Love" It was a playground kind of love, The kind of love that young kids know. They didn't realize what would come And how their love would grow.

They played together, shared their treats, Their love was gentle, kind and sweet. He gave her things he thought were cool And in his eyes she was a jewel.

It was a playground kind of love That they both were proud of He pretended he was her king And he carried her to her throne, the swing.

He pushed her and she looked back into his eyes, And then she rushed up to the skies. He knew that she had left her perch, She had jumped to fly over the earth.

They grew, he was tall and thin, and The braces were removed from her stunning grin. They graduated and left town And together bought a wedding gown.

As blissful children they played on the swings, But now they chose their wedding rings. It was a playground kind of love; One they would never see the end of.

Much too soon, much too quick She had grown very sick. And in his shock all he can recall Is her in her wheelchair being pushed down the hall.

He pushed her and she looked back into his eyes And then she rushed up to the skies, He knew that she had left her perch She had jumped to fly over the earth.

Marlee D. ||