Dog Days

Poetry Cafe 2023 Bookshelf

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Josie (The Author) lives in a household of two parents, a little sister, two little brothers, and two dogs. Wow, and that is not even counting her extended family. Even though it gets kind of crowded, she loves them all, and even though you might not see the immediate connection, they inspire a lot of the things she writes, and common characters include a small girl with a tutu, a couple of annoying boys, and two old, but loyal dogs. Josie loves to create art, writing, and be someone who stands out, and does the best she can. (That can sometimes make her a little controlling in group projects.) Overall though, she loves doing fun things, and that is one of the reasons she loved this poetry unit, and creating this book.

Ruled paper

First, I place the bottom, the heaviest by far.&nbsp; Next, I place the middle, two buttons, very charred. At last, I place the head on top, the smallest of the bunch.&nbsp; The nose made of the carrot, that I will have for lunch. Yum!

Black is the starless night sky. Black is the deep shade of a crow’s wings. Black is the emptiness you get when you are alone. Black is the feeling you have when you are scared, but you venture on anyway. Black smells like bitter licorice you get at a candy store. Black tastes like a freshly picked blackberry, just the right amount of sweet, and sour. Black sounds like the gentle beating of a shy moth’s wings. Black looks like a blank chalkboard, waiting for someone to fill it with ideas. Black feels like my dog Winnie’s fur, soft, and smooth. Black makes me want to hug my family close, and wait for the storm to be over. Black is the nothingness of the unknown.

Leaves fall, seasons change once. Snow falls, melts, flowers bloom, seasons change. Sun beats down, change again.

Creek gurgles, frog jumps, croaks Flowers smell, a lovely scent, moths fly Cool breeze rustles my hair

Twitch Twitch Scratch Scratch Open one eye. Open two. Stretch. Yawn. Look around. Notice.&nbsp; L &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;E &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;P &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;! Run to the door. sit, and wait. Knob Turning… &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Turning… &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Turning… Open! My humans are home! Jump up! Bark! Bark! Bark! Back to bed.

Flash of white. the ball flies. Crash! &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Shards splintering. Shattering… &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Children running. There is no window. Only Fragments.

-I would like to thank Miss Klipfel, who taught me to write poetry. -I would also like to thank my family (And Dogs) who inspired me to write many of my poems.

Acknowledgements Page 3-Dog Days Page 4-Fragments Page 5-Snowman Page 6-Color Poem(Black) Page 7-I Am Poem Page 8-My Sister Page 9-Seasons Page 10-Garden

I am a creative writer. I wonder about the galaxy.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I hear the gurgling of a creek. I see a beautiful garden. I want to be a teacher because I love to teach, and help people. I am a creative writer. I pretend that I am a character in one of my favorite books. I feel the warm embrace of my big family. I touch the watery, soft clouds, up in the sky.&nbsp; I worry that all the sea animals will die, because of pollution. I cry when people aren't treated right.&nbsp; I am a creative writer. I understand that the world isn’t perfect. I say why can’t people be more kind? I dream that one day, there will be no people who feel alone.. I try my best at everything I do. I hope for a better tomorrow. I am a creative writer.

My sister is as sparky as a thousand campfires, and as creative as Leonardo Da Vinci. She is as confident as a peacock. She is as sweet as a bubblegum jelly bean. (Very.) &nbsp;But most importantly, she has a heart as big as a giant squid.&nbsp;

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