Yellowstone

I bet this little guy has dreams. Perhaps he dreams about becoming a world renown ceramic artist. Who knows. Or maybe he has always wanted to jump out of an airplane (does he even know what an airplane is?). Coffee cake could be his favorite breakfast treat or puffy pan cake could easily take the cake on that. Maybe he wants to work at an air horn factory (highly unlikely but not totally out of the question). Whatever this little guys dreams are . . . i hope they come true.

  












I wonder what he's thinking. Maybe he is wondering what happened to his great great grandparents. Or maybe he is wondering why he can't hold knitting needles to make leg warmers for himself since his knees are freezing. I would like to believe he is thinking about the Montana sky on a spring morning when the sun is dancing just under the horizon line. Or I would like to believe that he is wishing the winter fog would last forever because it smells so good to his lungs. Perhaps this photograph was taken in the summer and he is standing right next to a hot spring (do they have those in Yellowstone?). Maybe he is fact a she and is taking a mist bath next to Old Faithful (I am almost 100% certain that Old Faithful is in Yellowstone).

Jennifer Fennifer

Jenn Benn Fenner is from Jenner Benner Fenner Ville! (thats a lie) Jenn, you are crazy. anything but lazy. unless you are given dazies. I know that we will always be friends because you LOVE me so much - thats a lie . . . i love you more. HA! {this is not a very poemy poem} - MY BAD. im pretty sure that you are one of the most secret BA friends i have and kelly just texted me {brb}- AAAAND im back. speaking of, we need to go to disney land no if's and's or but's. i miss you greatly when i am away at school or hiking in the jungle of Nool. Jenn, never leave me. if you do, i will cry for a life time. i{love}you.

I Miss Katie McGregor

oh katie oh katie, how i miss you.

you are as silly as a kookaburra, and as wacky as one too. i miss our goofy times, and our serious times. i miss our voices going horse,

and trying on random clothes in stores. katie, i will know you forever,

and forever we will be, siamese twins or attached at the knee. i love you Katie McGregor, as much as the sun shines, but when the sun goes down . . . RUN FOR YOUR LIFE!!!

Molly

Molly{OH}Molly

WHAT has been {my} folly

you are in fact {NOT} a trolly

{OR} a swimming dolly.

oh how I {love} thee dear sweet MOLLY

I wish you were under some {HOLLY}

cause then i would KISS your beautiful face!

Kelly Ann

you are a lion, a crazy lion

you are a peach, a fuzz wuzzy peach

you are a squeegee, a flopy doppy squeegee

you are an old shoe, falling apart from the inside out

your hair is like dark solid amber

your teeth are like sharp daggers

your neck is like the stem of a poppy

your shoulders are like ice cream in a cone

your eyes are like glass marbles

your chin is like a nib without ink on it

your ears are like ribbons

RACHEL

you are an angel with red wings, wings with silver shoulder blades

you are a copper pipe, shiny and new

your voice is like a harp, flowing like a river

your smile is like the sunrise, beaming

your eyes are like the moon, twinkling on the still waters

your elbows are like a swans neck, curved and soft

your toes are like dancing mice, skipping about in the dust in the corners

your hands are like butterflies, warming in the sun

your neck is like a temple wall, smooth and strong

Dana’s “Senior Will” 2005

Kelly Ann – I’m going to “will” (whatever that means) you that one guy that we saw at Disney Land who made our heads bonk and got ice cream on our faces. I “will” you the sport of trash can mauling as our new sport. I “will” you all the crazy raccoons in my backyard who stop yelping when we turn on the lights. I “will” you the rights to watch The Phantom of the Opera with me while I play with the umbrella in an echoy hall and it breaks and sounds really loud (that sounded intelligent). I “will” you speed walking in the mall while walking with Rybran. I “will” you those crazy stories in our books and all those crazy movies we love watching, such as: Wonder Woman (original), Footloose (mosquito), Breakfast Club (you're a neo maxi zoom dweebie ), Wolf Man (scream), The Severed Arm (no blood), That Crazy Christmas Movie (elves with eye shadow), Donnie Darko (smurfs), and last but not lease … The 7 Lucky Ninjas (Your _! Your wearing no __!!! **crazy music sounds**). I “will” you all the dancing in the rain and hide & seek in the dark as long as you want! I don’t will you those killer hidding spots of mine (on top of the fridge and the Christmas tree box). I will you all the ice cream with moose tracks as you want and that one time that we were trying to eat ice cream in secret (like 3 yrs ago) and the ice cream fell off the spoon like 5 times but we ate it anyway. I “will” you all the shark videos ever made except Open Water…that movie should burn. I “will” you all the weed sharks and dead people in lakes all around the world. I “will” you my dad with his video camera footage of huge tall trees, one huge ant and some random ducks. I “will” you my mom who tried to kill us with 100lb’s of peanut butter. I “will” you the A sides tennis courts too. I “will” you a lot of sharpies and a lot of encouragement cards that counted down to Disney Land. I “will” you unlimited candles during Valentine’s Day dinners. I “will” you the snap peas and lighter for much coughing fun. I “will” you all the blue gummies in the gummy snack pouches. I “will” you new feet when you have frozen yours off by walking in the snow to much watching Jeff kill himself down that hill. I “will” you all the stares and mattresses that can make the perfect slide. I “will” you all the Spanish sitcoms that we can voice for, and Damian. I “will” you many monkey noises in the middle of the night out the window. I “will” you all the hider trees that have the potential of hiding kidnappers from view so that my mom could yell at us to be careful. I “will” you that guy who was outside our window at Bass Lake who climbed over that fence into the field of weeds. PORK MOTHA, ANGEL MOTHA! I “will” you Rybran’s laugh and our lil FOP. I “will” you that crazy guy in hot topic that seems to always be there when we are. I “will” you all the cat toys that hang from the ceiling and all the fishing fish that you can brand on the bathroom light. I “will” you the short ghost at the Haunted Mansion and Bamboo (Balloo). I “will” you that guy who said “FO FO FO” at Disney Land. I “will” you Organic Lima Bean Juice and those lil asian crackers my mom ate all the time when we were at Bass Lake that we used in that food fight we had in the living room. I “will” you all the debree we found in the lake and Rybran’s intelligent look. I “will” you the restaurant, El Sid and unlimited hot chocolate with Mexican and humming birds. I “will” you Lambert the sheepish lion. And last but not least, I “will” you my love forever and always!!!!

Jon Wat – I first “will” you that porcupine noise on my computer. I “will” you my right arm so you can keep up above my heart (so I won’t die) and so that you can poke my funny bone. I “will” you many crazy laughs while lying on your back in an ice skating rink place. I “will” you as many special notes as I can pass. If I had a wombat, I would will it to you. I “will” you “SCRATCH! CHICKEN SCRATCH!!!” I “will” you 17 e-mails on your next birthday. I “will” you the Mike Catching Net, so you can catch him anytime you want. I “will” you my family room floor, my trampoline and my swing. I “will” you as many back itchings as you want. I “will” you the sun, so you can be tan forever. I “will” you unlimited wining, when that someone is gone. I “will” you to watch the whole Band of Brothers without interruption. I “will” you 1,000 black mice just because. I “will” you all the time in the world and last of all, I “will” you my heart and soul.

Katie Good – I “will” you my love! Forever! I love you Katie Good!

Garcia – I “will” you a green cat named Wilber. I “will” you any CD’s that’s I have that you want. I “will” you a zebra, who is scared of the dark and can’t take showers due to a hoof infection that cannot be exposed to water and he only can drink organic savanna grass juice from the Savanna Squeez Smoothies and Fresh Juice Shop.

Megan Kamp – I “will” you all my love and fun memories we have shared since 7^th grade.

(wow - good times)

Hunger

My tummy is getting empty now
I haven’t eaten since 12pm today
I will not eat again until 7pm tomorrow

I know what it feels like to be full
I know what it feels like to be sick because I am to full
I know what it feels like to not want food because I am full

I can get food when ever I want to
If I don’t like what we have at home
I hop in my car and go buy something I want
No bacteria, no worries of getting sick from it

They have never been full
They don’t know what if feels like

They’re tummies are empty every day
Crying themselves to sleep because it hurts
They are weak and diseased
They don’t stand a chance 

They will not make it if they don’t eat
Most of them don’t make it at all
Never knowing what it feels like to be full
Never knowing what its like to be strong
Never knowing what its like to be full for one day

But there is hope
World Vision


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Not Worth Reading

teal dew moistens the willow feathers
as the lily froth ooze footprints of poison.
wet thrashing suspense in a navy red box
whispers dragon fire, curling in wisps.
timid blades swindle at the zenith

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Brother

Strong like venom,

from a cobra to the eyes.

Stressed like the beams,
of an old ancient building.

Growing lines of experience,
like the cracks in a brick fire place.

Stern as a grand father clock.

No sleep, only hibernation,
as a bear waiting for spring.

Quiet as a dying moth,
in inky darkness.

Crooked front tooth,
like a coble stone out of place.

Scarred face that remembers,
friction from the pavement.

Polished,
a new gold metal.

Lazy barn owl gazing,
at you from the rafters.

Crazy like the white foam,
that dances out of reach of the swift river.

Tired, weathered,
like an old boat.

Proud, tall
the mountain puma.

Random

The moon, broken off like an arctic glacier plummeting into the cold blue

A red flower, brilliant as the burning embers of a dying fire

Her fingers, delicate as thinly spun sugar

The island stretches out from the coast
like a giraffe kneeling to drink

Your backbone ridged like randomly placed river rocks on the shore

Soft as the sound of a wasp walking on a window pane

That bicyclist, careening downhill like a hawk dive-bombing for its next victim

Crazy bird! Its song like the lightning that illuminates the summer night sky

His monotonous voice like the steady marching of the soldiers

She spun off like a fly, its wings violently plucked from its body

Days pass like the golden wheat grows in the amber fields

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