1. Down came the crashing waves In the air the seagulls are squawking Under your feet hot, white sand burns your feet Through the water motor boats are roaring Within the air you can feel the moisture Up in the air wind is waving the flags Off the lake wind whips your back Everywhere you look kids are shouting As you dig cooler sand fills in After a day in the sun your energy is drained. Austin

2. Off to Ponte Vedra Beach Between my toes hot sand burns Between beach umbrellas children laugh Along the sea shore where spiky shells lay At high tide waves crash loudly Under the waves where life was Before getting wet suntan lotion lathers on Against my skin the seaweed tangles Under the braking waves turtles struggle to live Up in the clouds the memories still get me. Miller

3. Beyond the city that hustles and bustles, Across a great plain, Over majestic mountains, Through trees and tall grass, Along a river with rocky beaches, Aboard a canoe scuffed by rocks, Past a beautiful waterfall, Under a clear blue sky, With the smell of honey suckles in the air, There lies the town of Hardy, Arkansas. Trace

4. Beyond the underground where the ocean lies awake Through the forging waves and whirling currents Within it holds an amazing world below Among the colorful reefs swim the biggest to the smallest fins Between the fans of coral and seaweed Inside they find refuge Except when fighting to survive Through this beautiful and mysterious balance From our creators perfect design For us to view from above, the outside. Michael

5. Down in the last best place Where the piercing chirp of a Bald Eagle awakes me every morning Beyond the freezing water that nips at my legs Near the great pavilion where rich pancakes and thick cut bacon await their executioner With the coziness of a blazing fire and freshly roasted smores Through the small gap that opens up into an astonishing living envirment In the thick covers Into a deep sleep Through awestricken dreams of what is to come Into the next fascinating day. Rucker

6. In the kitchen where eggsWith bacon reign supremeNext to the salt and pepper tis a dreamWith the stove clock tickingInside my mouth droolsNext to the bacon on my plate lays a pile of eggsTo stop my drooling I grab a napkinduring that short period of time my hand burned Down to the bone the burn went and my thoughts of breakfast were shattered.James

7. From my bag my new shiny driver lies In the cart freezing cold lemonade sits Beside clings began During my back swing noises began Later claps began After the ball flew cut grass smelled sweet On the way trees swayed Above my ball butterflies flew Next to the green laid my ball Inside a busy clubhouse. Christopher

8. Beneath the ocean were fish glittering like the sun Near the beach were crashing waves Under the sea were treacherous creatures With a taste of salty sand Around me was miles of sand Against my face was smooth, soft sun screen Inside the porky palm tree was shell of hollow Along the beach were seagulls gulping down fish Up and down the beach were kids running Into the water they go. Jackson

9. On a football field I feel strong About to step on the field I smell the reek of all the uniforms Of all the players.Before I run the ball I get nervous. Down the green turf I see the other team. From five yards off the ball the center hikes it. After the quarterback gets it I drop back he looks Toward me but where is the wide receiver? without enough time to think he throw the ball ten yards Below his knees he is pulled to the hard fake grass Out of the game he goes. cam

10. Next to the the road lies a football stadium, With many seats filled with fans, After kickoff I hear the roaring of the crowd, At the sound of the referee’s whistle the game pauses. In the stands we do one big wave after we scores, Down on the field I hear the banging of helmets as players collide. During half-time I rush for a coke and hotdog. Around me I hear the popping of buttery popcorn. On fans faces colors are painted, After my team won my friend and I do one big Boom-shaw.™ John

11. At a place where a great deal of things are green, Across the stream from the rough, jagged, mossy rocks Of Snake Shore, so sharp it hurts to walk on them, Along Wretched Reservoir, filled with bitter-tasting lake water, Beyond the lake that brings sour-smelling dead fish, Outside the chlorophyll -smelling forest, (Inside which are the sounds of chirping birds) Near, sadly, gurgling motors and copper-headed copperheads, In the rays of the bright, DNA dismantling sun, Near Pine Pole, Bouncy beach lays. Ross

12. Among the beautiful lake at Moon Lake, Through the woods stands the darting dears, In the house comes the smell of delicious chicken bowling, Under the lake lies the fresh water fish, Along the trees the soaring birds fly, Beyond the oak tree lies honey sickles and berries, Through the kitchen I see the dogs chasing each other, In the woods cows and coyotes Moo and howl all night, In the house I hear my brothers play, Beyond Tunica Mississippi lies the magnificent Moon Lake. Zachary

13. Below the snow capped mountains towering overhead Into the fresh scent of pine that fills the air Inside the air that seems to cleanse your soul and revive you with every breath Within the relaxing stream churning underfoot Inside the crisp cool water replenishes me With the constant whip of my fly rods line hitting the water the trout rise from the bottom of the rock laden stream With my hand on the cool soft skin of the trout I am reminded where I am Near by the snort of my chestnut brown horse startles me but reminds me that this is where I belong™ John K

14. Through the tree tops, Around the glorious Glacier National Park, Below the rubber raft of rushing water, Toward a bend of the outstanding sight of a Bald Eagle, Above the mountains through blinding thick smoke, Beneath the break of the water the smoothness of fish scales, Over our heads the monstrous rock formations, Beside the clear blue lake was the babbling brook, Inside the ranch was the exhilarating sight of horses, Within the winding trails Mom and I could feel the softness of the horses mane. Greer

15. Beyond the white wood house where a haunted school bus sits on a farm On my farm horses roam in the meadow Through the Mississippi river a fairy boat runs At the end of the driveway my horses neigh as the fairy boat’s horn whistles Along the bottom of the fairy boat the river washes under it Near I smell the cold and creamy river Along my farm freshly grown cotton blooms Across the river smelled thick an heavy Above our head trees grow minty crab apples With liquidy dew on the grass Inside the grill burgers sizzle On the ground plush fresh cut grass tickles my bare feet On the trees I can touch the sticky tree sap. Fulton

16. Beyond the trees of the park glorious grass lay on the soccer field With the fragrance of fresh cut grass Across the field the coach is screaming During contact with rivals With sweat drizzling down our faces On the sideline the cheering crowd was going insane With big smiles on their faces Around the field we could consume the taste of victory With the sun blazing on our faces After the final whistle. Matthew

17. Beyond the snowy ground, Through those doors I never frowned Around the iced lake With a giant snake By my two best friends With their quills and pens Over a large moat Through a medow with goats Beneath the stars so high In that school is what I idolize By: Witt