A Black bear is not like a teddy bear

A black bear is not like a teddy bear,

A black bear has cold, wet down hair.

A teddy bear is dry, warm, fluffy and cute,

Black bears won’t scatter unless you shoot.

Teddy bears are always snuggling your side,

Black bears may run far away or hide.

Teddy bears may fool you with their cute looks,

Black bears looks are like black, curved hooks.

A black bear is not like a teddy bear.

Landon

The Black Hills Ring

Deep in my parents drawer,

There is a ring.

Not just any ring,

But my great, great, great grandparent’s ring.

Passed down for more than a century,

Generation to generation.

Gold, with black and brown leaves,

Oh so valuable, not only to me, but my family.

Introduced from the Black Hills blacksmiths,

Carried to Ireland and Germany, on to America.

If you observe it closely, you’ll find,

Something cool enough to blow your mind

                                                                        Zebrafish13

Lucy and the Conductor

Lucy played chicken with a train,

The train played chicken with Lucy.

The train tracks were juicy,

The juice was Lucy.

How, oh how that train won.

The conductor woke to find,

He was flying at 200 mph towards a mine.

His loss was sad, ending with a bang,

When workers found him, he had a new fang!

-Zebrafish13

Concordia, Missouri

Concordia, Missouri

Fall makes me the happiest,

In fall, I like to eat,

Turkey from my fresh harvest,

And sausage

And cheese

And pie

And macaroni,

In fall, I hear gunshots,

And music

And cows

And chickens

And pigs

At my grandma’s farmhouse,

I also smell cows,

And food

And split wood

And fresh cut grass

And Missouri mud

In the town of Earnestville

I love to go search for streams with my brother

I feel safe, warm, and cozy

Not only in bed,

But all the time

BY: Zebrafish13

Life is a crazy thing

This crazy thing called life

As I sit and think hard today,

I realize what I need to say.

My mind is warped and out of it,

I’ll never give up and just quit.

No one feels my pain,

Like I’m riding all alone on a crazy train.

I’ll ride until cannot ride longer,

And when my time as come to end this ride,

I will not run away or try to hide.

Life is like a big, speeding, crazy train.

-Zebrafish13

Christmas Joy

Here is my Christmas poem!

CHRISTMAS JOY

Christmas is full of joy,

Every memory, every toy.

We celebrate by giving,

Just as Christ sacrificed for our living.

Some believe Christmas is about presents and receiving,

I believe that they wrongly believing.

Others may think about kissing that special someone under the mistletoe,

Merry Christmas,

                                                           Zebrafish13

Thanksgiving

This Thanksgiving Day
We Attempted Write Thanksgiving Day Poems!!(:

I‘m thankful for a roof over my head,

And a warm, cozy, bed.

I’m thankful for the lord up above,

And this warm, friendly, love

My gratitude toward heaven, friends, family, and food,

Will permanently change my downing mood.

I love you family and heaven,

Let us celebrate this day.

By:  Landon

Why I love Thanksgiving

I love being a lazy bum,

And eating until I can’t run.

The food is great, I am stuffed,

With plenty of food to go.

This scale says a big number,

but I think it is broken,

Oh, I love Thanksgiving!

By: Landon

Grandparents

Grandparents

Lookin’ cool in leather

In any weather,

Rollin’ on a road king

Like an soaring eagle’s wing,

Never getting older,

Just getting cooler.

Harleys are like babies to you

Of course without further ado,

Buy a Harley,

Get some leather,

Its kind of whatever.

By:Landon, your favorite grandchild!!(:

Nature love

Nature

Trees with hives of bees

Growing by the streams

Trees full of branches with leaves

Like a dog with fur full of fleas

Trees my dear friends

I hope trees existence never ends

Love that Brownie

Today we began a poetry unit.

I think poetry is used to express emotions about someone or something.

I don’t like poetry all that much.

We read Love That Dog by Sharon Creech.

Pause #1: The boy is wrong to say that poetry is for girls. It is for whomever who desires it.

Pause #2: Aren’t poems supposed to show emotions, not about some kid who doesn’t like poems?

Pause#3: The boy is drawing pointless conclusions about poems. Also he is judging author’s ideas.

Pause #4: These are supposed to be poems? Sounds like a story about this kid.

Pause #5: Now the boy’s poems sound like letters. These don’t sound anything like poems.

Pause#6: This is an awesome “story”. He’s telling about his life, but not making poems.

END: He’s talking about poems, but these are supposed to be poems. I am kind of confused.

Jack got his inspiration from Walter Dean Meyers and his everyday life.

Here is my attempt to write a poem.

                                              Love that brownie

Brownie, brownie, I love you

 You’re so full of chocolate

No one knows my love for you

When I break your luscious skin

I melt away with warmth

Brownie, brownie, I love you

Resident Evil 5

Resident Evil

5

Readers beware your in for a scare!

          Click! Click! “Make room for the president and his daughter!” The security guard yelled. The stocky guard led them into the marvelous white house. “Set up a call with Leon Brawny,” President Scotch stated.

 Wednesday, 7:23 a.m

“Leon I need you to keep Cassy alive, I have psychopath zombies after me and Cassy, if I survive 50 grand is in your hands.” “Take Cassy to my underground hideout in Cancoon; make sure no one sees you, especially ZOMBIES!” “Now get going,” President Scotch told Leon. Leon and Cassy walked through the cold, crisp air, Leon’s golden brown hair blowing in the wind. “So Leon, tell me about yourself,” Cassy demanded with a soft voice. “Well I’m a 23 year old pro zombie killer and I scored 100 percent in protective instincts in high school,” Leon explained. I used to kill zombies for your father.” “Cassy, hide, zombie!” Bang! Bang! “He’s done for, let’s go,” Leon chuckled.

Thursday, 9:17a.m

“Okay we’re 17 miles from “Zombieland”,” Leon yawned. “Are you sure you should handle a gun half asleep?” Cassy joked. “Are you sure you shouldn’t be wearing your seatbelt?” Leon replied, as he brake torqued his mustang gt.

Thursday, 9:32 a.m

“My brother, Krauser lives here, he’s the only human in this town, he’ll help me guide you,” Leon explained. “Cancoon is approximately 200 miles from here, but it won’t be easy,” Leon once again yawned. “Is this Krauser?” Cassy asked. “Wassup bro?” Krauser joked as he struggled to fit his giant, buff body into the car.  “Hey Krause, you got the grenades, because we’ve got company,” “As always,” Krauser stated. “Then throw them!” Leon yelled. BOOM! BANG! BOOM! “Not in my house, son,” Krauser boasted. 20 down, 180 to go,” Cassy said as she did the math. They drove nearly 120 miles into town. “We’re almost there, but we need to kill these zombies!” Leon explained. “We’ve got about 32 zombies up here,” Krauser said. “Get out,” Leon shouted. “Are you crazy?” Cassy screamed. “Little bit,” Krauser joked. “Shoot!” Leon called. “Who’s eating zombie sandwiches tonight?” Krauser asked. “We’ve got 57 miles till Cancoon and 48 zombies to kill,” Leon explained. “Let’s swap to the hummer over there,” Krauser complained. “Fine, you big crybaby,” Leon said. Mwm! “Will this junker start?” Leon wondered. “There we go!” Leon celebrated.  “Run ‘em over bro!” Krauser demanded. BOOM! BANG! BOOM! “Bye, bye zombies,” Cassy laughed. “Ok Cassy, we’re in Cancoon,” “No one has seen us yet,” Leon stated. “There is your dad,” Leon said, wrapping Cassy in a hug. “Here is 50 grand, Leon,” president Scotch told him. “Oh no, more zombies!” …………

Squirrel Monkeys

We wrote expository stories essays in class. Please read mine about squirrel monkeys

Squirrel Monkeys

          What’s that! It’s a bird, a plane, superman?  No that is a squirrel monkey from Costa Rica , he’s soaring through the sky . These energetic creatures are full of personality. Now you’ll learn about them in these next three paragraphs. Please enjoy!

          Squirrel monkeys appearances show their personalities, cute and small! Squirrel monkeys, or samiri sciureus, generally weigh one to three pounds and are nine to nineteen inches long. Their plush tails are about nineteen inches long; wow almost the size of their body! They are all covered in light and dark brown short hair fur coats. Discovery led people to think squirrel monkeys are mammals.

These species have many qualities which makes them a part of the mammal family. Due to the fact that squirrel monkeys are mammals they breathe through lungs and their noses. They also give birth to live young or infants. When they give birth, they usually have 1-4 infants. Female squirrel monkey’s pregnancy length is 60- 90 days! Squirrel monkeys are also vertebrates, wow, just like humans! They’re also warm blooded species. Now that you know about the classification of a squirrel monkey, I’ll tell you about their habitat.                           

   Did you know squirrel monkey lives in forest in South America.  The squirrel monkey tends to live in tree tops close to rivers or streams in rainforests. Most live in giant pin oak trees to show off their skill, which is soaring from tree to tree! They also travel in large groups so there is no monkey left behind. In this form, infants are put in the middle for their safety. Speaking of protection, I bet you weren’t aware how the squirrel monkey protects itself. They’ll use their strong voice to warn the predators, and then climb high in the canopy, and finally attack in groups. When they attack, they are very fierce and territorial, so don’t threaten a squirrel monkey! That is how a squirrel monkey lives and survives.

          These squirrel monkeys are energetic creatures. They’re full of personality and fun! Hopefully someday citizens will realize what cutting down trees in the forest isn’t as good as they think.