THE RADISH THAT WOULD NOT SMOOSH

By Hayden Kuhn-Wilken and Sage Flood-Walkerlin

I was in P.E.

Just my friends and me

Messing with a basketball

Wandering around like neanderthals

Then there - in the distance!

What a wonderful existence!

Over we bound, basketballs bouncing

(Except for some of us, who were flouncing)

A criss-cross pretzel lay before us,

Half devoured by someone named Gus

With a crick and a crack-

That pretzel isn’t coming back

Up, down, up down

Our basketballs bounce-

As if they repeatedly pounce

Until their prey is turned to crumbs-

And our hands are aching right down to our thumbs

And another - right there on the pavement

(I don’t regret a single second of our time spent)

4 fat grapes were buried in the dust-

Oh, we ran so fast, oh how we fussed

Just to see some grapes get crushed.

And so our basketballs we release-

And so we cause the grapes to decease

Up and down and up and down.

It went on like this for quite a while-

Definitely traumatizing at least one child,

And then I saw it, red as apples and white as snow-

A radish slice, with a heavenly glow.

And so I bounded over with a smile on my face

And all my friends began a chase

As I released the full power with my mighty arms

And the radish continued with its charms

The basketball bounced not once but twice,

But the radish was unharmed, not even a slice!

I tried again, as fast as the wind

But no, it was not even skinned

I called over my friends, one two

And even scooched it with my shoe

Up and down and up and down

But the radish would not smush.

The pretzels crush, the grape juice will gush,

But the radish will not smoosh.

And now it lays there, a whole day later

Dirty and juiced, and taunting me for my failure.

Fall poem

By: Juniper

Sunny glowing Autumn

Red and orange leaves fall on the sidewalk

Strolling through neighborhoods

Leaves crunching under your feet 

Lining up for hay rides and getting good things to eat

Finding the perfect pumpkin

Getting lost in mazes of corn

The season of black cats and ghosts galore

Then coming back to home

Staying warm

And drinking hot chocolate

While watching the first flakes of winter fall