soft

smells good

smells strong

everyone smells it

makes you look up from reading

melts in your mouth

makes you wonder: what is it made from?

sticky

full of flavor

only a little satisfies

a child’s joy

cotton candy

Dreary Day

Be far from me

I woke up wishing and hoping to see the sun

Dreary Day

I understand you must come to

Bring happiness

But Dreary Day I don’t feel happy when you show up

I feel sadness

Dreary Day I don’t want to rush you

Take your time and be Dreary

I know, the dreariness will not last forever

There has to be some dreariness so that

I will have a struggle to talk about

during the sunny days

My School is right next to the train tracks

You may think: oh, No, I feel sorry for you. All that noise.

But, actually it gives me something to look forward to in math class.

Every time I am in class. I look out of the window. I look at the trains passing by. I count how many cars each train have. It seems I always forget the amount. Sometimes I try to count the doors on the cars. Once when class was really boring I squinted my eyes to count the people. I didn’t get far. The train was moving much too fast. Twice, the train stopped in the tracks. It was having technical difficulties. Trains always fascinate me. In history we were learning about World War II. My teacher said that people were forced on the trains. They did not know the destination. The trains were so packed, plenty had to stand. And the worse part, they were on the train for days. I can never get the picture out of my mind. Gosh, I hope-

Yes, Mr. Bofontti

What is the answer?

hum…Where are we at?

Did you do your homework?

Yes, sir.

Do you see something better outside?

Yes, opps, I mean no sir.

See me after class.

Sometimes I love looking at the trains outside of my class window and other times, I wish I would just go through the floor.