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Tuesday, April 14, 2015

Frank

by Anani Schauermann

     
                   Once there was a little boy. His name was Frank Fillmore. He lives on a family farm in South Texas. He loves the farm. He would like to show you around. He wakes up early in the morning when the roaster crows. First he feeds and waters his calf Benny, he also has to feed and water the other cows. His daddy milks the cows, and Frank helps take up the milk to the house. Next he gathers the eggs and feeds the chickens. Then he goes inside to eat breakfast. This is the beginning of Franks farm day!

                                                                  THE END

Tuesday, April 7, 2015

Planets

by Anani Schauermann

Hot, hot, Mercury,
Rocky Venus,
Life bearing Earth,
Good old Mars,
Big gas Jupiter,
Ring around Saturn,
Freezing cold Uranus,
Grassy green Neptune.

Tuesday, March 31, 2015

The Wind

by Jeffrey Schauermann
 The wind,
     It howls ans blows all day,
Blowing down from above the clouds,
     To make the sky very gray.

The rain,
     Then comes in torrents many,
Flooding every valley and ditch,
     I'm glad that I was ready.

Tuesday, March 24, 2015

summer days

by Josiah Schauermann

Scorching sun,
Hot feet,
Muddy ground,
Chirping birds,
Piking weeds,
Mowing the lawn. 

Tuesday, March 3, 2015

The Band of Men

by Jeffrey Schauermann

Once upon a time,
  Far if a land,
There were some men,
  Formed in a band.

They lived in the mountains,
  and ate the goats,
found some money,
  And bought some floats.

They hiked to a lake
  over a plain,
Installed floats,
  On a plane.

They flew the plane,
  far away,
And the've been gone,
Since that day.

Cowboys


by Anani Schauermann

Cowboys, Cowboys,
Sadling up,
Cowboys, Cowboys,
Coffee cup,
Cowboys, Cowboys,
Desert sands,
Cowboys, Cowboys,
Whip in hands.

Fast Cowboys

By Josiah Schauermann

Summer clouds,
Hot days,
May fishing,
Picking up sticks,
Jolly cowboys,
Riding in the Prairie.

Busy days

By Josiah Schsauermann


Walking in the clouds,
Saling your ship,
Fishing here and there,
Playing soccer,
Flying planes,
Doing school,
Cleaning the barn.

Over and On

by Anani Schauermann

Coco over,
Coco on,
Coco under,
Coco gone.

Patches

by Jeffrey Schauermann

Patches patches,
     Every where,
Patches patches,
     With a flare.

Patches patches,
     On the wall,
Patches patches,
     sure don't fall.

Patches patches,
     Small and big,
Patches patches,
     On a wig.

Can't Write a Poem

Jeffrey Schauermann

Come up with a poem, I will,
    Maybe one that it silly?
Or another that is serious?
    No, none that are frilly.

A funky spunky spunky one?
    Something kinda funny?
One about a day?
    Aha! One that tastes like honey!

Summer

By Josiah Schauermann

Blooming flowers,
Corn harvesting,
Picking weeds,
Planting vegetables,
Hot days,
Racking levs,
Cutting trees.         The End

Susitna

by Jeffrey Schauermann

Stinkiness in your mouth,
Ugly, I might say,
Superbly graceful, NOT!
I am glad i'm not you!
The cud in your mouth,
Never will you chew,
And therefore, is alway's hungry.

The Water Droplet

by Anani Schauermann


       Far, far away in a wide deep ocean, it's water sparkling in the sun, it's waves crashing on the shore, was the home of a little compact water droplet. This was the Atlantic which the pilgrims crossed; this is the ocean in which we get most of the fish we eat. The droplet had no name but he was special because he was made by God. It was coming up on another pick up time, (evaporation) and the droplet wanted to go. When the time had come, the droplet was ready. The sun started to pick droplets. He picked up the special droplet first and then he picked up the next and the next until finally  the he could not pick any more. The water droplet rose up so high in the sky! The sight was amazing. The little water droplet was a little sad because he had to leave his salt in the water but he was also happy because his friend came with him.
                                                     *         !The End!        *

Day time

By Josiah Schauermann


Shining stars,
Glistening snow,
Swaying trees,
Goats to mik,
Birds singing,
Bees buzzing          

Mice

By Josiah Schauermann


One day there was a family of mice they lived in a hallow log. They ate grass. The kids played tag. Then they had lunch. After lunch they played board games.

Booger


by Jeffrey Schauermann

     Once there lived a nose, and that nose lived on a person. That nose (his name was Booger) had many friends. His best friends were the skin cells. The eyes, ears, and mouth were his friends also.
Every now and then, though, his master would sneeze. Booger didn't like it when this happened because it hurt him sorely. He also had another friend, the index finger. Well one day index-finger picked at him so hard that he started to bleed. "Well, this is the end of my life," he thought, and with that he fell to the ground.

THE END


COCO

byAnani Schauermann


Could in be?                                                                                                                                             
Oh, yes it certainly is!                                                                                                                                   
Circus goat to be,                                                                                                                                      
On the fence top rail.                                                                                                                                    
                                                                                
                                                                                                                                                                        
                                                                                                                                                                        
                                                                                                                                                                        
                                                                                                                                                                        
                                                                                                                                                                     
                                                                                                                                                                        
                                                                                                                                                                        
                                                                                                                                                                        
                                                                                                                                                                        
                                                                                                                                                                        
                                                                                                                                                                        
                                                                                                                                                                        
                                                                                                                                                                        
                                                                                                                                                                        
                                                                                                                                                                        
                                                                                                                                                                       
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                 
                                                                                                                                                                        
                                                                                                                                                                        

My idea of school (School the drudgery)

by Jeffrey Schauermann


Oh scool the drudgery,
     You cans't be done,
'Till all is finished,
     When done , you will have fun.

School for the lazy,
     Is no fun,
You only sit,
     And have no fun

     

Dot

By Josiah Schauermann


One day there was a boy his name was Zach. He had a puppy. He had black and white dot so his name was Dot. One day he was going on a walk and wasn't looking were he was going, and he got lost. He saw a frog. He had  nevr seen a frog he was so surprised.                                                                                                                            
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      The End                                
                                                                       

Tuesday, February 17, 2015

School

by Anani Schauermann

A dash a slash
A twiddle of your finger
A paper all white,
A pencil all yellow.

Tuesday, January 20, 2015

BUTTON

Anani Schauermann


Bouncing over the ground,
Under the the soft white sky,
Thru the snow and brush,
Though eating her grain and rye,
On the stanchion there she stands,
Not one you can find like her.

Tuesday, January 13, 2015

Swimming

By Josiah schauermann

One day Paul went to a pool with his mom and dad. They swam for one hour. When they went home they had sandwiches. After they were done Paul rode his four wheeler. Then it broke down. Paul and his dad fixed the four wheeler. Then they went on a boat ride. At the end of the day Paul found his special stuffed animal and went to bed. In the morning he had to go to school.

He Flew, He Drove

by Jeffrey Schauermann

He flew on wings,
He flew on wheels,
He flew in the sky,
He flew to the ocean,
He flew in the ocean,
He flew in the house,
He flew to his destination.
He drove to town,
He drove a car,
He drove to china,
He drove over the sea,
He drove to me.

Wonderin' How You Are, H

Dear mister,
Are you hot,
or are you cold beneath
pure white snow?
Do you,
Shiver in your timbers?
Do you . . .
Shiver when you're hot?
I'm just,
Wondering how you are, H

the cow

by Josiah Schauermann

One day there was a cow. The cow's name was Jon. He had a bicycle. It was blue, and  yellow. He had one friend. His name was Matthew. There favorite game was hide-and-go-seek.

                                                     
                             



                                   The End

moo meow

By Josiah Schauermann


There once was a cat,
     Who sat with a cow,
The cow  had a hat,
The cat said, "Meow, meow."

With Winters Snow Fall

by Jeffrey Schauermann


  With winter's snow falls,
come the play, and the school,
     muddy floors, dirty halls,
The vacuum, and the broom.

     With summer's heat,
Comes the pools and no school,
     children beggin' for a treat
The picnics with the food

Deep Dark Woods

Anani Schauermann
                                                                                             
                  

Where crickets jump and birds sang,                      
Far away where leaves have hoods,                                               
And where beauty rang,
There lived a girl of Sealand town,
She bounced and sang merrily,
There she lived in a small mound,
And she lived day and night quite fairly.




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