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 31, 2015
Tuesday, March 24, 2015
summer days
by Josiah Schauermann
Scorching sun,
Hot feet,
Muddy ground,
Chirping birds,
Piking weeds,
Mowing the lawn.
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.
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.
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.
Walking in the clouds,
Saling your ship,
Fishing here and there,
Playing soccer,
Flying planes,
Doing school,
Cleaning the barn.
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.
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,
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
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.
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
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.
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
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
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
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