The Lonely House

 Written By: Kalen Lewis

A lamp sits on a lonely table,

The dust collects on a lonely couch,

A lone chair longs to be sat in,

A beetle crawls in a lonely house.

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As some of you may or may not know, we've been re-doing the inside of our house. A portion of it was empty for a time while we were painting and such. Now we're starting to put furniture back in, but it's still kind of empty.

And that's what inspired me to write this poem.

Hope you enjoyed it!

Kalen

From Grandma,

Written By: Vonadean Frederick

I will be working outside for many hours and come in

too tired do anything but sit. Before I know it I am

strolling across a meadow, tall and willowy with a

flower chain twined within my russet locks, then

suddenly I am in a beautiful room where I wear a

crown and the velvety sleeves of my gown almost

sweep the ground. I look down my finely chiseled

patrician nose and see........ that I am dumpy,

frumpy, and wearing a frazzled gray bun!     

NO FUN!