From a Storm Grew a Rose

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


Psalm of Camping

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.

Dustin Shirk


Somewhere magical

where dreams come true

happiness always

a smile or two


somewhere peaceful

quiet and always fun

relaxing and a vacation

warmth from the sun


somewhere unknown

where nobody goes

aimlessly searching and finding

the beautiful day flows


somewhere unstressful

create every possibility

choose your own path

to the best of your ability 

— Meghan Onderdonk 

Fall is Great

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


Three Haiku’s

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. 

A Fight for Friendship

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

hyper despite

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


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

Stepping out

A tiny snowflake melts on my tongue

I forget everything else Continue reading

My Idea of the Seasons


The rain brings in flowers.

Sunshine makes people happy.

The weather is lovely.



Hot, sticky, weather.

Joyful sounds of freedom.

Radiant clear skies.



Holidays soon.

Different colors on the ground.




White silhouettes.

Winter Wonderland fun.

Missing summertime.


From the Countryside

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.