School Days (Sonnet)
Max Johnson 

Our school days always have been really long

Completely burnt out from our classes’ length

We start our mid terms as though nothing’s wrong

I slowly try to muster up my strength

To finish them will be a labored task

The subjects will prove tedious to end

It seems as though the day will never pass

I look around at each exhausted friend

And think of how we all are stuck in here

This boring room where everything is dull

This everlasting day is just austere

Uninteresting and completely null

I watch the clock as school comes to a cease

The length of school days surely should decrease.

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My Friend Zach (Sonnet)

David S. Dotson

When Zach arrived at my last home in town

To steal my favorite game and take it home

I ran too his house in a wedding gown

To steal his extra special yellow comb

He ran too and stole my yellow pot

And also took my yellow punching bag

I went to him and stole his battle bot

And also took his weirdest yellow tag

He took my favorite breed of all my dogs

And also took my favorite breed of cats

I went to him and got stuck in some logs

I never saw such ugly yellow hats

His stupid yellow hats looked like a brat

And my cat thought his hat was a fat rat

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New Orleans (Sonnet)

Nick Johnson

The waif was stumbling down the littered street,

With water lapping at his feet, he thought,

“Why did this come to me, why this defeat?”

“My family’s dead.” “My dreams have fled aloft.”

Distraught with cold dismay he wanders on,

Half-heartedly he looks for food and drink,

It’s almost dawn. His hope is almost gone.

He feels that he is falling off the brink.

When everything is wrong, and nothing’s right,

Then suddenly he senses something odd,

He turns around and sees a blinding light,

He realizes the shining light is God.

God lifts him up and takes away his pain,

And finally comes God’s pure, cleansing rain.

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