The Eddy School presents-

5 STANZA POEMS!!

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Force of Nature

I look at the sky expecting a nice blue day
But instead, I see a rainy depressing dawn
Setting the mood for these confusing times
These are crazy events with no reason or rhyme.

Tomorrow is the same but I have changed 
I go outside and take in the air as I walk through the range
I walk to the beat of my music
Because I have this great mood and don’t want to lose it. 

Now that I have changed so has the day
This is amazing and I don’t know what to say
I’m speechless no more rain and no more snow
It was finally time for that to go

 I feel tired and unmotivated in my bed
But then something clicks in my head
No plan is unbreakable no man bulletproof
And we all must meet our moment of truth

The days are getting worst 
It’s almost like this year is cursed
It seems no matter who you are even if you control the air
Nature won’t even care 

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Force of Nature

I look at the sky expecting a nice blue day
But instead, I see a rainy depressing dawn
Setting the mood for these confusing times
These are crazy events with no reason or rhyme.

Tomorrow is the same but I have changed 
I go outside and take in the air as I walk through the range
I walk to the beat of my music
Because I have this great mood and don’t want to lose it. 

Now that I have changed so has the day
This is amazing and I don’t know what to say
I’m speechless no more rain and no more snow
It was finally time for that to go

 I feel tired and unmotivated in my bed
But then something clicks in my head
No plan is unbreakable no man bulletproof
And we all must meet our moment of truth

The days are getting worst 
It’s almost like this year is cursed
It seems no matter who you are even if you control the air
Nature won’t even care 

Softball Senses

Crack of the bat
Ball hitting the back of the glove
Fans cheering
Teammates yelling
Ump calling plays

Juicy bubblegum
Grape gatorade
Dill pickle seeds
Gritty dirty dust
Ice cold water

Fresh cut grass
Jaden's burps
Sweaty players
Strong sunscreen
leather of glove

Stitches on ball
Other players hands
Silky batting gloves
Cold breeze
My beating heart

Bright sun
Brookes wide open glove
Ball coming at me
Coaches signs 
Wide open field

Monday
Fun
It’s fun to play outside
Outside is nice and cool
The air blows soft and breezy wind
The wind takes the leaves and blows them everywhere
Outside is a place to have fun.

Tuesday
Dog
The dog is sweet and scruffy
Scruffy dog likes to run and play
Playing is fun for dogs
Dogs loves to have treats
Treats are ment for dogs.

Wednesday
Work
There is lots of work to do, and lots of time to do it
Sometimes work is fun
And sometimes it’s not
Today was not too fun
There’s lots of work to do

Thursday
Clouds
The clouds are white and poofy
poofy clouds are fun to see
Seeing the clouds brings joy to me
When I look at the clouds, I see little shapes in the sky
The sky has lots of poofy clouds.

Friday
Rain
Rainy day falls on the ground
The ground stays wet for the day
The day’s are getting shorter and shorter
Rain comes from poofy clouds
Rain falls on the ground

A Week of Wishes

Monday’s Wish
Monday was dreary, 
what an awful day.
The day before was so cheery,
but today the sun has no choice but to go away.
I sat, looking out my window pane.
I begged for sun,
but the only action was the sky’s decision to rain.
How I wish I could run,
run away from the pane, 
the clouds,
the sky,
But my house is too small, 
wherever I go I see the window and what's behind it, that’s all.

Tuesday’s Wish
Lighter is the Tuesday sky,
lighter than the day before.
Though clouds still float so high,
the sun, I’m certain, has a beautiful show in store.
When it sets for the day, the clouds, they direct stairs to I don't know ware.
How I wish I could stay,
stay and direct my stairs,
my path,
towards the clouds.
But the clouds are too high,
whenever I jump to touch them, I fall, because humans cannot fly.

Wednesday’s Wish
Wednesday? Perfect.
The day I’ve been waiting for.
The light blue sky, and the wind in effect,
make a day better than the one before.
The petrichor of spring is prominent in the air, making it hard not to flee outside.
How I wish I could untangle,
untangled and be untied, 
or maybe knot.
Because the clouds are tangled and complex, 
I want to be like them, not flat or two dimensional like the rest.

Thursday’s Wish
The Thursday wind blew me away.
And almost the trees too.
They wiped and whirled and chased, just like child’s play.
But the wind is vicious and snapped a tree, this action it will rue.
I want to help, mend the broken limbs, so that they can heal and extend.
How I wish I could help,
heel and mend,
fix, 
the broken trees.
But the limb is far up,
I know if I climb, I may fall and I can’t afford to mess up.

Friday’s Wish
How I wish I could do all the repairs,
run away from the pane,
stay and direct my stairs,
heel and mend without gain,
but I know I would just knot, knot the nightmare,
and I don’t need to mess up what is already a scare.