Being the shortest in my high school gym class
Attempts to play basketball brought no success
Broke my finger while trying to catch a pass
Leaping to take balls from tall girls? What a mess!
Always loved football, baseball and soccer too
But in basketball I succumbed to defeat
Just couldn’t get into it, that is true
Till Dad took me to see the Miami Heat
Startled he was, watching me jump up and down
Although my enthusiasm was contrived
The cheers of other fans my loud voice did drown
This was the last time I saw my Dad alive
I’m so thankful now that I went to that game
Dad was so grateful for these moments we shared
When I watch basketball now, it’s not the same
It was Dad and not the sport for which I cared
*Entry for Deb’s “Play Ball” contest
I was born unto this world
A little boy called James
I was just like all the rest
Who in the playground played normal games
I knew my life was in trouble
By the time I reached the age of five
My mother had so many friends
I wondered why I was alive
The kids all used to laugh at me
In my short trousers and bloodied knees
If only they had known
What was going on, in the inside of me
Would they ever know
Why a mother would put you down
And pretend that your not there
As another arrives from out of town
Have they ever wondered
To go to school with clothes unwashed
Sleep on a concrete floor
While your Mother's comfortably sloshed
Do they ever stop and wonder
What happens around them day by day
They can't, because they are young like me
When all they want to do is play
My teens are around the corner
To secondary school I go
I survive and I get wiser
As I intend my life to flow
As we travel down life's highways
When we are born they are seldom written
You know the roads you want to take
For inside you, your internally smitten
Know how to make
The best of what you've got in you
You do it everyday in your life
In school with rules,
Me and my freind have pencil duels;
My evil cat haunts the kids,
While some how opening pickel lids.
In this place,
It's not a race;
Get lots of rest,
For the big tests.
Study all night,
Don't get a fright;
This is just school,
No need to be cool.
Opening the doors to
the old studio I find
A playful capriole
sprinted across my mind
Into a sashay and a glissade
I drifted back
I could hear the teachers
stick go tap.tap.tap
Once a prestigious ballet
school of great poise
Filled with music as our
slippers sounded with noise
The mirrors are cracked
and the floors dusty
Rain soaked wood left the
room smelling musty
The charm stayed behind
as if waiting for me
Spotlighting a ballerina to
The goddess of the sea
The young girl danced
flawlessly then took a bow
Then sashayed off the stage
without a moistened brow
An old battered piano
appeared across from me
Bearing red ballet shoes
like a crimson canopy
Charm embraced her while
honoring her memory
As I looked into the mirror
I saw that girl was me
Carole Cookie Arnold
I will miss all my friends
When school finally ends
Sitting at the lunch table
Telling lots of stories and fables
All the laughing and goofing around
You know to stop when you hear that sound
Then you hush
And start to blush
I will miss these things about Elementary school
All the times we acted like fools
Now its up to the big High school
No more will we act like fools
School bully pushed off with both hands and feet.
With my heart in my throat, I stood up to cheat.
I am a clown with a weapon called pause -
I chased his focus with raucous applause.
I told him, “Feel free to stay or take flight.”
I could tell this kid was set for a fight.
Being a sprinter, I went with my feet
and took off running in quick retreat.
I am a pacifist, I love what's quiet
so I dodge the spots where kids often riot.
I'm also a stoolie and finally stopped
to hide in the office and call the cops.
I don’t live on the waving sea,
But I wave on land as far as eye can see.
I am the shade from summer’s sun,
The shining stock on a hunter’s gun.
I’m the match that lights the fire,
Keep me fed and I won’t expire.
Use my heat from the hearth so bright,
Warming your cabin on a cold winter’s night.
Scoreboard pads and high school notes
Stand in line to get my votes.
Notebook paper is a great invention;
It came from me, need I mention?
The dining room table serves you eat,
Under which you place your feet.
From my cradle a little boy fell,
Who am I, O won’t you tell?
A tiny toothpick is not too small,
Nor a telephone pole a bit too tall.
I serve mankind in many ways,
So use me wisely, is my closing phrase.
In Texas, High School Football is king
Every Friday night there’s a game
A big event and the stands are full
The games aren’t played for fun, they’re for fame
In my second year of College life
My High School Football team went to State
I was compelled to go to Baytown
A Championship maybe their fate
So proud was I, my team on the field
In the high school color, power blue
The group of us sitting in the stands
Tyler High fans through and through
Then the Abilene team came on the field
I could feel a big lump in my throat
Man for man they all looked like giants
The front linemen were something of note
From the first snap, you knew things were bad
Abilene’s linemen were in control
The whole line of scrimmage moved with them
My team got trampled under their roll
Yes, Trampled would be the word of choice
And it continued throughout the game
Abilene won the Championship
Trampled Tyler left Baytown in shame
Running around the playground,
Oh how I wish I could stick around.
Ouch I just fell on the ground,
Oh how I love the sound.
Checking out different kinds of logs.
There's even jars with baby hogs,
I've even learned about different kinds of bogs.
I like painting lots of flowers,
Maybe for a whole hour.
Once I even drew the Eiffel Tower,
And even a shower.
Math sometimes gives me trouble,
So I go to my teacher on the double.
We work together in our own little bubble,
And she pulls me safely out of the rubble.
By: Rebekah Fry