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