There’ll be No Worries for the Rest of your Days By: Alexandra Ellison
Summertime Mountains of North Carolina and Tennessee Trees cover the mountains with their bushy, deep green hue. The trees, fluffy bushels of cotton candy, With a texture your fingertips can feel without touching. The grass is a sheet of pure softness, Its fresh green scent traveling through you nose, Filling your lungs with summer air, Its tiny pointless needles tickling your toes. The white fluffy clouds drift by Slowly, inch by inch. And the light blue sky welcomes you To the warm sunshine soothing your face. The homey wooden cabin porch swing seems to hang over the mountains, Swaying to the thump of my heartbeat. My legs calmly pump back and forth, back and forth, the swing's chains creaking Ever so slightly, so peacefully, the only sound to break the silence of the outdoors. A foggy grey-blue mist hovers by the rounded mountaintops, The full view more relaxing that sleep itself. The mountains hold no grudges. With just one breath of cleansing Smokey Mountain air It's a worry free dream- but it's real
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Christmas Meaning Everyone wakes up on Christmas morning Ecstatic as can be. On the textured wooden flooring Is presents for everyone stashed under the tree. Us kids zoom straight to the tree With widened, excited eyes, To discover that, like every other year We must wait for our parents to advise. And though it's always the best of memories, The gift-receiving and all, Christmas day has more important priorities. To think these were momentarily forgotten- what gall! A special scene catches my eye in the corner of the room, And even though it's quaint it certainly lacks gloom. A tiny baby newborn boy is sleeping in a crate, And angels fly surrounding Him, the holy, beloved, and great. A zealous star shimmers, shining bright above the stable, An expression of sincere amazement on the face of a joyous angel. The animals and wise men come to worship Him as he rests. And I ponder about the nativity scene being the true Christmas best.
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Game Point Round as the sun, A fuzzy ball brighter than grass, It came spiraling in But the net wouldn't let pass. A second toss rose And the racket made contact, But soon the ball dove, Swooshing into the net. As my doubles partner and I passed, We grinned and smacked a high-five. Mentally we thought yes! Now the score was six-five. With only two more games to go We were on our way to victory, Our hearts filled with hope And our minds set on making history.
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