Places we’d like to take you.
by Jasmine Verbout
The way it feels against
My skin, the memories it brings back.
The way it clears my skin and mind.
The happiness it creates.
By Sam Grafstrom
My owner is very smart.
My life consists of eating and sleeping.
I wish to travel the world
But I’m running out of time.
I have accomplished little in my life
And I can see that it will be ending soon.
I wish I had done more with my life.
by Faith Restad
Side by side
We’re off racing
To the finish line
In our race track.
We get bigger and bigger
Faster and faster.
Off by ourselves
Acting like a teen]rolling eyes, speeding
Away, scrolling through fields like social media
Not a care about anything.
It is like this
By Andrew Tesarek
A raging river from this lake
Fishing on the dock of tiny fish
The canoe breaking this water like glass
Hikers in the distance
Looking at it
The loon what a peaceful noise
A frightening fish splashes the water
The water tastes like wax.
by Emma Boris
She doesn’t leave me alone
Always picking me up and carrying me around
She doesn’t let me hide away
She feeds me way too much
And for goodness sake won’t let me go outside when I want.
I hate my human.
By Owen Moser
Don’t hit me I cry.
Three hundred yards later, down the fairway I lay.
I fly through trees and plop in the water.
I am tickled by the grass.
I am put on a pedestal only to be crushed.
I am hit through windows.
I vacation on the beach.
I am often lost and forgotten.
By Emma Haugen
Shining bright in the sky
Unique yellow and orange
Nocturnal animals hidden asleep.
By Jasmine Verbout
In the moment
Laughing with my friends
Loving like no one has before.
By Emma Haugen
I love to dance with the kids in
Love the way I grab shoulders to look up
Fall down into a river and see where it takes me
Rushing to the down to meet adventures falling from the clouds.
By Krista Field
I hold you close
I keep you warm
Comforted you since childhood
You dragged me around
But I didn’t care
You sat on me
In the dirt or a puddle
The nights you weren’t home
I’d lay there still and cold
Once in a while your cat would come in
And he’d kneed and scratch me
Till comfy and relaxed.
At night when you cried I’d brush away your tears.
The scent I brought made you happy and smile.
Then one day the boxes came.
And I never did see you again.
I Can’t Imagine
I can’t imagine being this way.
He sees everything we go by.
All the scenery he gets to see.
He sees the world at ground level.
Traveling fast, much faster than I
Speeding by animals and fields of crops.
Oh how I wish I could see how my cars sees.
By Sonja Brewer
The loud thumping that almost sound like thunder on a rainy day. The hoof beats that no one could keep an eye on because they roll so fast. The miraculous muscles rippling like the waves you could see from a mile away. The race horse is power. He is strength. He is prideful. He is purely god-like.