The trees are changing
The leaves fall in showers
Color covers ground
Trees and flowers dancing in the wind, leaves blown away
Sun hidden behind clouds and shining within
What a lovely day
Bees buzzing, birds chirping, singing their enchanting song
Listening to the sound of nature, I can do it all day long
Rain trickling down the window and thunder filling the air
Behind dark cloud I didn’t know
The sun still shone back there
As lightening strikes I stand steadfast and start to feel bliss
I remember that after this storm something will grow from this
Through each day comes different feelings
They all work together to make
The flowers that grow, the insects below, the fruit that we take
So even though the storm is raging and you just want it to go
The sun nourishes, the storm waters so a seedling to blossom and grow
The thing to do is going to camp
The best time of year is in the spring.
Even though it can get damp
You can even hear the birds sing.
Camping can be a great time
Nature is all around you
It can bring a chime
Camping can bring happiness too
Camping is where fires are made,
Fire for learning and stories.
Camping is for anyone of any decade
From teen to people past their forties.
Camping brings those who are hearty.
It’s a craft for those who like the outdoors
Camping is for anyone even those who party
It is not to be done indoors.
rain falls so quiet
coming down with small droplets,
so the wet trees smile.
My body coldens
Crescent moon opens my soul
Sublime within me
— Leah Banzhof
where dreams come true
a smile or two
quiet and always fun
relaxing and a vacation
warmth from the sun
where nobody goes
aimlessly searching and finding
the beautiful day flows
create every possibility
choose your own path
to the best of your ability
— Meghan Onderdonk
It’s not too hot, not too cold
Hot Chocolate in hand, very nice to hold
Leaves on the ground, a beautiful sight
Sunset of blues and reds romantically ending a night
Pumpkins are placed, on many doorsteps
Sweaters and vests, a fall outfit for preps
When winter comes around I’m very sad
The super brisk weather makes me mad.
I’ll miss you when you go
I’m not ready for snow.
— Alexis Alleman
Snowflakes falling down
Jack Frost nipping at your nose
Winter has set in
1. Fall, the in-between season
Weather changes, and lavish colors shine throughout
scarves and coffee chatter together
2. Miles of straight wooded walks
Beaches to relax and castles to make
Oh how one loves beaches
3. Friends, good, bad, and ugly
There for you as you for them
elegance in their childlike grace
— Zach H.
Hidden in towering weeds
her chocolate eyes only feeds
the unveiling of something new
that only occurred to a few
Vanilla against the earthy mud
a blossom of a flowering bud
farm fresh fields forever found
in her heart to everyone bound
Energy sprouts from her
in large bushels of creamy fur
the moon, stars and sun
are her only eyes on fun
Three had come and passed
two large hearts had massed
lively spirit and all
only seems to fall
Not in her but me
heartache it seems to be
for years are falling
and death is calling
She puts up a fight
cancerous shadows emerge
and health wants to surge
My friend, family, love
harmless as a dove
stands on her fours
with her fighting roars
— MacKenzie Lewis
Riding through the woods
Jumping over the ramps with ease
Controlling the 450
Warm sun on your skin
waves slapping the sand and shore
beach time all the time
Watching the waves crash,
on the soft and smooth beach,
it looks so peaceful.
Waiting and watching,
The excitement is building,
At last it begins.
Quiet, dark, lifeless, winds are harsh
Forcing me to take shelter
A heavy coat
So full of warmth
Maybe the protection of a house
Sipping hot chocolate by a sizzling fire
Wrapped tightly in a quilt
Snug as a bug in a rug
I’m content, it’s soothing
It settles outdoors
I face it
A tiny snowflake melts on my tongue
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The sweet morning dew
The birds they sing something new
When the whole world wakes
The rain brings in flowers.
Sunshine makes people happy.
The weather is lovely.
Hot, sticky, weather.
Joyful sounds of freedom.
Radiant clear skies.
Different colors on the ground.
Winter Wonderland fun.
Climbing up the tree tops,
Scouting for their friends.
The panther was so evil
she had sharp claws
and soft paws
her hunting skills were below average
but yet she was so savage
black with a purple tint
her condition was near mint
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I’m from the back roads where everyone knows your name.
I’m from the everyday meals at my grandparents– cherished memories.
I’m from “don’t hit your sister” while playing outside.
I’m from sitting in the road, finding monkey gold.
I’m from the old bridge we cherished until they tore it down– the most excitement for the road.
I’m from the two-strokes going everyday of the week except Sunday.
I’m from the fear of fire and losing your house and everything you love everyday.
I’m from the smell of manure being fresh everyday.
I’m from the district in Germany who settled in York, and a district in Greece which is now in Southern Lancaster.
I’m from the moments when Flashback Friday is an annual thing.
I’m from having a new movie is not just a goal anymore, but an addition to the collection of more than one thousand.
I’m from moments when riding our bikes were one of the only freedoms we had.
I’m from a time when we did not need phones to be happy because we thought of something better to do and electronics were on a limited time.
I’m from when sneaking up the road to your grandparents’ was a crime, but the food was delicious.
I’m from where the memories are hung on the wall instead of packed away until you find them again.
I’m from a time of which you love to go to an attic to find something old to someone else, but a new treasure to you.
I’m from the mud in between your toes was a good thing.
I’m from the dirt roads that were barely ever traveled.
I’m from racing up and down the field to see who was a better rider.
I’m from fixing cars with my dad and brother everyday after school.
I’m from amazing genres of music and bands- Panic! At The Disco, Fall Out Boy, Kongos, The 80s, 90s, and Today’s.
I’m from “Dude you hit the garage, you’re not touching my fourwheeler again”.
I’m from the country which is where I was born and raised and it shaped who I am today.
Lone little flower
So simple and yet so true
silencing the world
-by Shane shirk
Time to Gut
This year’s snow, such a bust.
Bringing out your inner kid, sledding.
Christmas more than days off school.
Never quit til the jobs done.
Don’t turn your back on family.
We’re out there to see nature.