Liam

  listen 

1. Listen to the breeze. 

2. Listen to the buzzing bees. 

3. sounds for you and me. 

 

                 My story 

My dog ate my homework again today, but honestly… I think she liked the taste. she wagged her tail like, “Yum, hooray!” while I stared at total waste. 

So now I’m writing this poem instead, hoping my teacher won’t get mad. If she asks why, it’s not typed up, I’ll say, “My dog likes poems, too… and that’s actually kinda bad.” 

           A totally true story 

I woke up late, but it wasn’t my fault, my alarm clock was quit and joined a cult. (Okay, maybe that part isn’t true… but it felt like something it would do.) 

I raced to school with one shoe on, my backpack open, my homework was gone. A squirrel ran past with a smug little grin— I’m pretty sure he stole my pen. 

At recess I tried to climb the big tree, got halfway up, felt super free… then a branch said “nope,” and down I flew, landing in grass (thank goodness, phew). 

Now I’m home writing this poem for you, and honestly, I think it turned out cool. If tomorrow’s wild, that’s fine with me— I’ll just write another poem about it at six o, three. 

 

        The snack thief  

I opened up my lunchbox and gasped at what I saw: my cookie wasn’t in there (it should’ve been, by law). 

I checked beneath my sandwich, I checked behind my juice, I even asked my apple but it stayed completely no‑use. 

Then I heard a tiny crunching from somewhere near my shoe… a chipmunk sat there smiling like, “Thanks! That snack was new.” 

So now I guard my lunchbox with ninja‑level skill, ’cause if that chipmunk comes again, my sandwich might be next— and that would be a big deal.