Poem

His tufts of beard are very hairy. His nose is very runny. His bitter jokes are pretty funny. His teeth are pearly white. He looks like he has an ounce of might. His math is super hard. His kids are usually tardy. Everybody wishes he was their teacher . . . On the day of the year he serves cupcakes and tells his bitter tales. Analise Braddock, 9 Katonah, New York

Made for the world. Made for a clown. Made to be hung upside down. It can speak. It can see. Not better nor lesser than any human being. It will put on sunglasses. It will tie a shoe. It will dive in a pool. As perfect as perfect will be. It yawns, it sleeps. Made for fear. Made for a snack. They run and laugh. They sing and play. All when you are looking away. Analise Braddock, 9 Katonah, New York

One day I went to the juggle place and on a shelf sat the juggle man. He said to me you took a juggle now give it back to me. The owner of the juggle place said to go home and then she called the police. The police said outside there is young poor Sally with balls in hand but cannot juggle. Then the police said on a Monday you took a suitcase on Tuesday you took a toothbrush and on Friday you poured milk. What a bad girl you have been. Analise Braddock, 9 Katonah, New York

Tigers are boss. Leave them alone. Tigers are a sister and brother to baby pebbles. They are the award of everything. They’ll take a bite of you as quick as lightning streaks and flashes across the sky. They’ll toss you into moss. Don’t take a bite of them. Watch out for your actions or stripes will disintegrate. Analise Braddock, 9 Katonah, New York

Save the Earth not cave it down Stop doing that Earth is breaking down People will be booing on you when animals go extinct When animals go extinct, the world is a joke You may think they’re foolish but no It could be the other way around Remember this We need animals Analise Braddock, 9 Katonah, New York

Fear can hurt but it doesn’t compare. A fire cracks inside my head. Eerie noises echo in my stomach. But only one way . . . Bash it and clash it till it cowers in the corner and Raises the white flag and says I surrender. Analise Braddock, 9 Katonah, New York

Never out or the future in Down the bowels of the abyss the heart will be in But the body is out You are always never alone Analise Braddock, 9 Katonah, New York

It’s old still and quiet. No heart at all. Just a place. The emptiness makes my heart hollow. I feel it’s been stolen. Hurry there is not much time. Analise Braddock, 9 Katonah, New York

The nights are long The days are short A breeze is blown A day is a day. It can’t be relived Make today today Tomorrow is tomorrow The gray is space or a planet. A cold breeze sweeps by It is time to return home. Analise Braddock, 9 Katonah, New York

No one quite bad or good today Devil and angel both fight to show they aren’t prey A swollen-head angel bit devil’s ear and crunched And it split into a halo the devil swallowed Then devil was being good, and angel was being bad Analise Braddock, 9 Katonah, New York

Dangle and drop as lonely as can be wish for friends just like themselves if only they could see the other side. Analise Braddock, 9 Katonah, New York

A piece of a young girl’s love Awaiting another for the heart of the stone The drawing will be made when the right hearts are found It will lie unspoken until that day A part is found of a loving child who cares from mouse to elephant They are out there I know But we have to be patient and wait Who knows how long it will take Maybe infinity Let’s find out Analise Braddock, 9 Katonah, New York