Browns River

By Lizzie Armstrong
Browns River Middle School, Grade 8

My daddy leaves early
I never see him go
Even though
He just walks down the road.

He has lots of repairs to make,
But they all must wait.
First he must milk,
Then clean the filth away.
My daddy owns this land.
With his callused hands,
He has worked on every acre,
With mama as his baker.
I collect the eggs that are laid,
Over in the hutch,
Sometimes daddy lets me spread the hay,
I love him very much.
I know daddy works very hard,
Especially in May,
That is when the planting is,
So he is never in the barn.
He loves being in the field,
With the radio on.
But mama says,
I must stay in the lawn.
“Let him have his time,
This is why he lives on a farm”

My daddy comes home late
I always sit and wait
Even though
He just walks down the road.

I Wanna Soar

By Elizabeth Armstrong
Browns River Middle School, Grade 8

I wanna soar, see the sights of this world
I wanna fly, into the light blue sky
I wanna love all there is to love
I wanna appreciate those things that took some time

I know there’s lots more out there
Farther than I’ve been
Things of great beauty
No one's ever seen
Sittin’ there just waitin’
For some unsuspecting eye
To notice it as they walk by

I wanna soar, see the sights of this world
I wanna fly, into the light blue sky
I wanna love all there is to love
I wanna appreciate those things that took some time

They say there's a one and only
For everyone aroun’
Well I’m still lookin’
Through every little town
Searchin’ for my promised love
The one who will hold me dear
But until then I'll be travelin’
All around here

I wanna soar, see the sights of this world
I wanna fly, into the light blue sky
I wanna love all there is to love
I wanna appreciate those things that took some time

There's lots of artists
On the street
They put in so much time
And barely have a thing to eat
I’ll be the one to stop and look
Maybe spend a bit of coin
As long as they have something
To put on the grill and cook