Nature

By:Unknown

Read by: London Belton

The wind lifted me 

Up into the trees,

Where I danced to the rhythm,

Of evergreen,

Swaying to the tune

Of the northern breeze,

Frozen in timeless melody 

I am football

BY: unknown

Read by: Roman Blanken

 I am football

I like to travel and fly like a bird

Sometimes I am held as a treasure

I also am kicked and thrown

Around after someone scores a

Touch down

I feel good when the wind is

Blowing in my face

I am football

  Charlotte's Web

By: Unknown

Read By: Julian Brasley 

A magical telling                           do you know this spider                  

a pig for the selling                      this spider web writer                   

a spider is spelling                       the pig will delight her                                   

 out  words  that amaze              the rest of her day

                                        Sea Glass                                                                     Written by: Oliver Tearle 

Read by: Sherwone Burris

This weathered jewel began as normal shards of shattered glass

but given enough time and natural persistence from the seaboard

 That sharp, translucent, brittle crystalline material, just so much composite sand, is ground from broken bottles or even distant shipwrecks

until sharp edges become smoothed and round. This cocktail of color, found among the rocks, crafted by the patient ocean’s constant dance, leads this same glass to lose its former luster. 

But whilst it loses this, it gains a gloss of frost slow-formed that shapes a stronger matter, a shell as tough as nature can command, and the fragile glass becomes as hard as diamond. 

  Drawing Is Something Special

By: Justin Reamer

Read by: De'Adrian Cole

Drawing is something special,

A version of reality,

Something that is crucial,

To those who want photography.

Drawing is what I do best,

It is my profession,

It is something that I love,

Something that I stand for.

I love to draw, 

For it is part of my soul.

I cannot stand to live without it,

For it gives me memories.

Whether its cartoons or manga or realism,

It helps me focus on reality,

 It is my hobby, 

It is my art,

It is what I love to do.

Families Can Be

 Author:Catherine Pulsifer  

Read by: Madison Green

Families can be big or small

The people can be short or tall

They can be full of girls and boys

They can be quiet or full of noise.

Families play a part in life

Even when there is some strife

But families can be full of love

They are truly from God above.

Appreciate your family each day

Don't wait until they are old and gray

Be sure to say I love you

As families are with you through and through

My Mother 

By: Ann Taylor

Read By: Sharece Payton Hall

Who sat and watched my infant head

When sleeping on my cradle bed,

And tears of sweet affection shed?

My Mother.

When pain and sickness made me cry,

Who gazed upon my heavy eye,

And wept for fear that I should die?

My Mother.

Who taught my infant lips to pray

And love God’s holy book and day,

And walk in wisdom’s pleasant way?

My Mother.

And can I ever cease to be

Affectionate and kind to thee,

Who wast so very kind to me,

My Mother?

The thought I cannot bear,

And if God please my life to spare

I hope I shall reward their care,

My Mother.

When thou art feeble, old and grey,

My healthy arm shall be thy stay,

And I will soothe thy pains away,

My Mother.

Schools is out

By: Lenore Hetrick

Read by: Andrenna Johnson

I`m practical thats what I am 

I like it lots for that is the month and I know why I like the month of may. 

we celebrate or last school day.

let the others have all the fits and spells 

about the beauties of the season 

but I like may causes school is out 

and I'm not ashamed to tell my reason.  

The First Recorded 6,000-old Tree

By: Unknown

Read by: Demarcus Mobley

 For sixty centuries or more.

  It stood upon the forest floor

and waved its arms about the sky 

 And sang a sea breeze lullaby.

December 1977:  

The Eon Tree, so tall to heaven 

Bowed gracefully and bid farewell  

to all its fellow trees.

                                      FireFlies

                                                    By: Unknown

                                                   Reader: Yusuf Muhammad

                                  An August night

                                The wind not quite

                                  A wind, the sky 

                                   Not just a sky

                                 And everywhere

                                 The sparkled air

                                 Of summer stars

                                      Alive in jars.