Down came the crashing wavesIn the air the seagulls are squawkingUnder your feet hot, white sand burns your feetThrough the water motor boats are roaringWithin the air you can feel the moistureUp in the air wind is waving the flagsOff the lake wind whips your backEverywhere you look kids are shoutingAs you dig cooler sand fills in After a day in the sun your energy is drained.

Austin

Off to Ponte Vedra BeachBetween my toes hot sand burnsBetween beach umbrellas children laughAlong the sea shore where spiky shells layAt high tide waves crash loudlyUnder the waves where life wasBefore getting wet suntan lotion lathers onAgainst my skin the seaweed tanglesUnder the braking waves turtles struggle to liveUp in the clouds the memories still get me.

Miller

Beyond the city that hustles and bustles,Across a great plain,Over majestic mountains,Through trees and tall grass,Along a river with rocky beaches,Aboard a canoe scuffed by rocks,Past a beautiful waterfall,Under a clear blue sky,With the smell of honey suckles in the air,There lies the town of Hardy, Arkansas.

Trace

Beyond the underground where the ocean lies awakeThrough the forging waves and whirling currentsWithin it holds an amazing world belowAmong the colorful reefs swim the biggest to the smallest finsBetween the fans of coral and seaweedInside they find refugeExcept when fighting to surviveThrough this beautiful and mysterious balanceFrom our creators perfect designFor us to view from above, the outside.

Michael

Down in the last best placeWhere the piercing chirp of a Bald Eagle awakes me every morningBeyond the freezing water that nips at my legsNear the great pavilion where rich pancakes and thick cut bacon await their executionerWith the coziness of a blazing fire and freshly roasted smoresThrough the small gap that opens up into an astonishing living envirmentIn the thick coversInto a deep sleepThrough awestricken dreams of what is to comeInto the next fascinating day.

Rucker

In the kitchen where eggsWith bacon reign supremeNext to the salt and pepper tis a dreamWith the stove clock tickingInside my mouth droolsNext to the bacon on my plate lays a pile of eggsTo stop my drooling I grab a napkinduring that short period of time my hand burned Down to the bone the burn went and my thoughts of breakfast were shattered.

James

From my bag my new shiny driver liesIn the cart freezing cold lemonade sitsBeside clings beganDuring my back swing noises beganLater claps beganAfter the ball flew cut grass smelled sweetOn the way trees swayedAbove my ball butterflies flewNext to the green laid my ballInside a busy clubhouse.

Christopher

Beneath the ocean were fish glittering like the sunNear the beach were crashing wavesUnder the sea were treacherous creaturesWith a taste of salty sandAround me was miles of sandAgainst my face was smooth, soft sun screenInside the porky palm tree was shell of hollowAlong the beach were seagulls gulping down fishUp and down the beach were kids runningInto the water they go.

Jackson

On a football field I feel strongAbout to step on the field I smell the reek of all the uniformsOf all the players.Before I run the ball I get nervous.Down the green turf I see the other team.From five yards off the ball the center hikes it.After the quarterback gets it I drop back he looksToward me but where is the wide receiver?without enough time to think he throw the ball ten yardsBelow his knees he is pulled to the hard fake grassOut of the game he goes.

cam

Next to the the road lies a football stadium,With many seats filled with fans,After kickoff I hear the roaring of the crowd,At the sound of the referee’s whistle the game pauses.In the stands we do one big wave after we scores,Down on the field I hear the banging of helmets as players collide.During half-time I rush for a coke and hotdog.Around me I hear the popping of buttery popcorn.On fans faces colors are painted,After my team won my friend and I do one big Boom-shaw.™

John

At a place where a great deal of things are green,Across the stream from the rough, jagged, mossy rocksOf Snake Shore, so sharp it hurts to walk on them,Along Wretched Reservoir, filled with bitter-tasting lake water,Beyond the lake that brings sour-smelling dead fish,Outside the chlorophyll -smelling forest,(Inside which are the sounds of chirping birds)Near, sadly, gurgling motors and copper-headed copperheads,In the rays of the bright, DNA dismantling sun,Near Pine Pole, Bouncy beach lays.

Ross

Among the beautiful lake at Moon Lake,Through the woods stands the darting dears,In the house comes the smell of delicious chicken bowling,Under the lake lies the fresh water fish,Along the trees the soaring birds fly,Beyond the oak tree lies honey sickles and berries,Through the kitchen I see the dogs chasing each other,In the woods cows and coyotes Moo and howl all night,In the house I hear my brothers play,Beyond Tunica Mississippi lies the magnificent Moon Lake.

Zachary

Below the snow capped mountains towering overheadInto the fresh scent of pine that fills the airInside the air that seems to cleanse your soul and revive you with every breathWithin the relaxing stream churning underfootInside the crisp cool water replenishes meWith the constant whip of my fly rods line hitting the water the trout rise from the bottom of the rock laden streamWith my hand on the cool soft skin of the trout I am reminded where I amNear by the snort of my chestnut brown horse startles me but reminds me that this is where I belong™ John K

Through the tree tops,Around the glorious Glacier National Park,Below the rubber raft of rushing water,Toward a bend of the outstanding sight of a Bald Eagle,Above the mountains through blinding thick smoke,Beneath the break of the water the smoothness of fish scales,Over our heads the monstrous rock formations,Beside the clear blue lake was the babbling brook,Inside the ranch was the exhilarating sight of horses,Within the winding trails Mom and I could feel the softness of the horses mane.

Greer

Beyond the white wood house where a haunted school bus sits on a farmOn my farm horses roam in the meadowThrough the Mississippi river a fairy boat runsAt the end of the driveway my horses neigh as the fairy boat’s horn whistlesAlong the bottom of the fairy boat the river washes under itNear I smell the cold and creamy riverAlong my farm freshly grown cotton bloomsAcross the river smelled thick an heavyAbove our head trees grow minty crab applesWith liquidy dew on the grassInside the grill burgers sizzleOn the ground plush fresh cut grass tickles my bare feetOn the trees I can touch the sticky tree sap.

Fulton

Beyond the trees of the park glorious grass lay on the soccer fieldWith the fragrance of fresh cut grassAcross the field the coach is screamingDuring contact with rivalsWith sweat drizzling down our facesOn the sideline the cheering crowd was going insaneWith big smiles on their facesAround the field we could consume the taste of victoryWith the sun blazing on our facesAfter the final whistle.

Matthew

Beyond the snowy ground,Through those doors I never frownedAround the iced lake With a giant snakeBy my two best friendsWith their quills and pensOver a large moatThrough a medow with goatsBeneath the stars so highIn that school is what I idolize

By: Witt