Brown hair.

She is in,

The same grade,

As you,

Always looking,

Never talking,

You see her one.

Day,

Never again

Your first love moves,

Before you ask,

a simple question,

You fell in love.

Not many times.

Not just once.

Not just twice,

Love is only one.

Love can’t be Played with,

Like a toy.

Fell in love once.

Nevermore.

Will you love the

Same way!

-Dustin Little, SWJHS

DREAMS

When I’m sad

I try to make myself glad

by putting my dreams

on paper with ink

I dream of ponies riding

though the tall prairie grass

and of hawks flying in a

thunder storm towards the

horizon.

and of me,

going into and out of time.

I dream of crystals,

that glint in the sun.

I dream of the breeze,

blowing the cottowoods in the

forest.

I dream of Terra

With the golden hair, and the

beutiful eyes, those deep, deep

eyes.

In my dream I tell her how

I feel.

But when I don’t dream I can’t

tell her.

I know dreams are not real but

they are the wonders of the

world.

-James Poston, SWJHS