The wacky, freaky monster guy
lay on the mountainside.
The red sky let the toxic gasses flow over the abandoned dry acres of land - held airless.
It made him fill with fury.
He yelled like imaginative freaks!
No one to hear,
no one to save,
no one to help.
He stayed bloodshot, disturbed,
the wonderous land, red, no buildings in sight, nothing but the planets.
He calmed down and said,
"I don't like this place."

Helmet, Kneepads, elbowpads,shin guard,
mouth guard.
Crowded stands, loud cheering people.The goal posts shining in the hot sun.
Pass,
Touchdown,
fieldgoal,
Football glory.
The Steelers Won!

My sports live
In the sky
They really like
To fly
The Gods hate them
So,
They throw lightening
down at the games.

I don't have a poem from Pete.
But he proudly told me the story of Tyrannoman whom he has been drawing since Kindergarten.
Here he is roaring in delight!

Shannon worked very hard on her painting. I have no poem from her because it was difficult for her to express her feelings in words. I think we can "feel" her words through her work lovely work.

Happy hearts,
Wonderful smiles,
Picasso smiles.
Showing teeth,
Sun-shining lips,
Many weird faces,
Weird lips
Have nothing to say
For a while today.