Inside the large and cozy house,With the sweet flavor of ice creamIn my mouth,Through the slightly tinted blindsWith red and blue colors,Over the massive tractor, the sky is gray,With grumbles of thunder, and streaks of light,Over the green field, I run,With the fragrance of spring in my nose,To feel the rough fence then I go back.

Jacob

Beyond the towering trees with rugged bark,Over the brilliant chirping of the graceful birds,On the gorgeous, nearly transparent lake water,Aboard their whirring motor boats,With the consistent noise of gleeful splashing,Out on the silky, refreshing water,Upon their intricately designed, zooming tubes and water boards,Behind the crashing wake and speeding boats,Through a mouthful of crisp, clean lake water,Next to each other, squealing in delight.

Bradley

Beyond the white columned dome,Through the cars trying to get back home,Against these cars I saw a group of people running,From the president’s comb.Down these people’s pants urin ran,Out of fear.At one another they scratched and kicked,Of boogers noses were filled,With there fingers they picked.In my head I thought, “I’m about to get ticked!”

Smith

In the ocean dolphins swimAfter bed foul smells appearAboard the ship mist hits my faceInside the room I feel the icy airUntil a buzz rings in my earAs soon as the blinding sun hits my eyesSoon my friends go blindoutside theirs a raceIn three seconds I winWith a smile on my face.

Jason D

Beyond the stalk of trees,Through the ragging woods,Inside a small narrow house,Beside the broken down shed,Upon the old gray wall,Near the half collapsed deer stand,In lay small independent chickens,Inside the chickens sit,Outside was calm,In was crazy with peeping.

Bentley

Above my little bantam head, candles hovered up above,Before my eyes gold goblets twinkleIn the candle light.Inside the Great Hall of endless babblingAround me, the earsplitting clatterOf platter and goblets,Up my nose, a fragrant smell andAround me it hovered.By my friends I sat withIn the place I love.

Jason W

Beyond the glare of the blazing sun,from the house I could see the chilie water,on the polaris I could see my dad coming to pick me,up to take me to hunt,over the dam I could see the water,across the water was the blind wating,for us to get inside and hunt,aboard the boat we headed, toward the camo blind,over the brush we saw some ducks.

Robert

Beyond colossal dark bunkers, Through the sandy rubble,Near the Taliban with their cocked guns,Around, me a melody of explosions and rapid MG42 and AK fire,Between the aroma of spicy gun powder and the foulnessOf decomposing bodies,Inside my mouth is the sour taste of sweat.Along the rough grip of the gun, I slip my wet finger,Onto the trigger, and pull!

Val

On the edge of Nevada,In the corner of Arizona,Above and below, the Grand Canyon lies,With the Colorado River,Under sheer drop offs,Next to steep inclines,Inside the canyon, the scent of smoke,Outside the cavities, the spiciness of dust and rock,Along the river, the voicelessness of the wind,Through the valley, the texture of minerals.

Jon

Under water the horrid taste of salt water.Because the water looked so fineOn the ocean line it gleamed like a brand new carUnder my feet was a sandy fleetOn the beach lay a manWith serious burns and a very bad tanOver me were great birdsWithin immense herdsFor I have seen strange residentsNext time I shall go to the Sea of Galilee.

Baugh

beyond the kitchen were plates had been set,across the room where greens were being broiled,around the corner sat our enormous tree,through the hall were presents had been wrapped,in the kitchen my brother sat with a plate hopping for the chocolate cake,around the corner The Christmas Story was on,outside lights were lit all around with magnificent beauty,in the dinning room everyone situated themselfs around presents of incredible and terrible size,next to me sat my dad,with a sweet smile on his face.

Barry

across the lake ducks splashed,aboard the blind I load my gun,against the seat I stand to shoot,beyond our field we hear other shooting,during the hunt I got hungry,behind me were ducks,in the hunt I was warm,Beside me my brother,through the hunt were got colder,between us we killed our limits.

Mac

during the game i was sprintingdown the field with the tasteof sweat was saltyin my mouth in sightto the mammoth crowd I saw my parentson a bleacher with the restof the gaigantic crowd covering thier eyes and gasping, my nervousness arond this point was very highafter making the game winning goal my nevousness disaperedwith no trace as I was celabrating the feeling of victory hit me

Collie

Within the choppy seas of Florida lays the glimmering sand and jade palm treesOff to the left was the constant chirp of sea gulls and crash of wavesSince I wandered here I could smell the salty waters and rosy white flowers on the beachToward the sea I could almost taste the brackish waters and crunchy sand in my mouthBeside my puckered skin I could feel the silky sand and the coarse bark of the palm treesAfter the sun set the world just seemed to fall asleep and say AHHHHHHHHAfter the walk to our beach house I thought it was an awesome trip to the beachAcross the waters I could see the moon arise in the westThrough the front door when I got home I could finally say I had been to the beach at nightOutside I could still here the crash of waves on the beach!

John M

With every step I take deeper into the woods,before the sunrises the world begins to awake,with leaves crunching under my every step, andbetween the scent of freshly fallen persimmons,along with newly planted food plots,In my stand I enjoy the warmth of hot chocolateon my tongue,with the unevenness and ruggedness of the treeagainst my back, my hunt comes to an endwith a broadside shot, at a buck of a lifetime.

Will

With the seagulls chirping and singing along the beach. Near the waves smashing on top of each other. Through the ocean breeze that makes the air smell like fresh, natural, air. Inside the bright blue water that tastes like salt sprinkled on my moist tongue. On the warm sand that feels like powdered sugar beneath my feet. Past the sand dunes that lead to the beach house.Next to the wash up shores spreading water on rough dark sand. Beneath the hot, shining sun above the horizon. At the most beautiful beach on Earth.

Steven

Into the airlinerAlong the aerodynamic bodyUnder the blazing sunInside a cloud of smoky fumesAbove tiny housesWith the AC blowing in my faceOver pillow like cloudsOn a leather seatBeside singing turbinesIn the sky I was.

–Luke