What’s In a Book?

What’s in a book?

Why should you read? What’s in a book?

What a really great question! So let’s take a look!

There are great heroes and bad guys,

And don’t forget mystical masked guys.

There’s ladies and queens,

And Monsters that scream.

You can go to the stars

And vacation on mars.

You can dive in the seas for long lost gold bars.

You can fight off an illness that you’re tired of feeling,

And learn to build a sky high tall building.

In a book you can learn all about love,

And learn the flight patterns of migrating doves.

Outside of a book you probably won’t be the president,

But inside a page you’re the White House’s main    resident.

A spy, cowboy, genie or ghost,

Which of those would you like the most?

None of those are quite to your liking?

What about a monstrous bearded Viking?

Do you remember what you want for Christmas?

In a book you can quadruple your wishlist!

You can have a car, a boat and a jet,

You can keep a black bear as a nice pet.

You can learn real facts of out planet,

Or become friends with a talking rabbit.

Find pictures of mountains that you never have seen,

Or read a quick poem about magical beans.

Learn the truth of kingdoms of old

And of real life heroes, whose actions were bold.

Learn about cities and dogs and cats,

Learn about Winston Churchill’s hat!

You can learn to play sports to write a report,

Or read a drama of a lawyer in court.

A book is black lines scratched onto a page,

But the words can free our souls from a cage.

If you don’t read, that’s probably just fine,

But if your souls longs for adventure like mine,

Than buckle up in a warm cozy blanket,

(And if you got snacks, hey! we’ll take it)

Because a book is world the author has made,

So go off! Never look back and don’t be afraid!

People

People

People are bad, and people are good.

People can really be misunderstood.

They’re Happy and sad and mad and glad,

They’re nice and mean, and all in between.

Some people make money, and some others that don’t.

Some people love cities and some people love boats.

Many love mountains and outdoors and trees,

Some love movies and the beech and the breeze.

A list of what people like has no ending,

A list of a billion is just the beginning!

Hundreds of thousand of people are short,

And thousands of millions of all other sorts.

People come in all shapes and colors,

People aren’t always nice to each other.

Since every person is also a people,

We shouldn’t treat them like a mean, gross beetle.

High fives and waves and hugs are all awesome,

Not many people think they are above ‘em.

They believe in kindness and they believe in niceness

They believe in trying-as-hard-as-you-can-ness

People have ups that will sometimes turn down,

People have fantastic reasons to show off a frown.

People have sad times that last for a while,

And then warm happy days that force out a smile.

Weird and silly is a fine way to be!

As is serious and calm, yes siree!

Some say that the nice guy is last,

But to be good and kind is a blast.

Be grateful and welcome to all that you see,

Because they all deserve is, most definitely.

Be friends with people who are different than you,

It’s ok because you’re different from them too!

It’s ok if they’re clothes don’t look like yours do,

Learn from they’re style and try something new!

It’s ok to be you, because they can be them,

No matter who is who they can be friends.

People are people, that’s the best way to report it.

So let people be people, sit back and enjoy it!

Brody Michael Couldn’t Sleep

Brody Michael Couldn’t Sleep

By Bennion and Tayler Ellsworth

Brody Michael couldn’t sleep

“Don’t make me sleep, mama! Please! Please! Please!”

“You have to sleep,” Mama said with a smile,

“Now close your eyes and rest a while.”

“I don’t wanna sleep, just because it’s not day!

I wanna be with you and together we’ll play!”

“Well,” Mama said sliding in close,

“Playing with me isn’t bad I suppose.

But what could we do that would be so fun?

All the light is gone and away with the sun.”

Brody thought, then decided with a snort,

‘We can play all the different kind of sports!

We can run and score goals

And hit balls in the holes!

We can jump! We can climb!

Until the buzzer has chimed,

We will play over and again,

Until crowned as the champions!”

Mother sighed and she laughed,

“That sounds like a blast!

What fun we would have!

Now think even harder,

let your mind wander farther,

I’m sure we could do more,

Even more than before.

Brody Michael closed his eyes and thought.

I would be a great knight,

Armor shining all white

With sword, shield, and might

Against a dragon I’d fight!

His scales are spooky deep green

eyes burnt red and ever so mean
Momma, he’s taller than treetops
On his hind legs he hip-hops
Destroying the countryside-
and with his great wings he flies!

You, fair lady, are trapped In the tower

But I promised I never would cower
Hand over hand, up the wall I would crawl
To respond to your call, even though I am small!

I would raise my mighty sword
And we could never be bored!

Mamma laid on her back

And hands clapping, clap! Clap!

“This boy I adore!

All I want is more!”

Brody Michael sighed, closed and rubbed his eyes, and thought…

I would be the captain of the ship Leopold
With my crew on the search for lost gold
Against octopus, crocodile and shark,
And against the wild ocean we would embark

We would sail far and wide
With the wind and stars as our guides
Dodging crashing waves and swordfish

Searching for our hearts true wish.

And there to our pleasure is the deep buried treasure!
Waving our flag with a skull and our gold stored in the hull,

We take to the seas, hair blowing in the breeze

Momma, with an eye patch and peg leg, you’d be my first mate
If only, just only, you let me stay up late

What say ye, shipmate?

While stroking his hair, and admiring his flair,

Momma kissed Brody Michael, her eyes all a-sparkle.

“Well that sure convinced me. Though I do want to see

Your minds next big leap before you go to sleep.”

Brody Michael closed and rubbed his eyes, stretched, yawned, and thought...

Momma what if I took you space?

Against blobby aliens we would race.

Looping around planets and stars,

And waving to the audience on Mars.

We would find ourselves in the middle of a dangerous space fight,

the Blobs and their lasers against the tall ones with spikes.

With jet packs and masks, and shields and gas

We’d have to dodge, dip, skip, and be fast.

We would travel in floating space cities

All covered in lights and and strange oddities

The aliens with their colorfully shaped bodies.

We would be good pals with the 36 eyed Bullbitery

I’d make friends with new creatures,

Learn their games and fun features

With all this travel we would be free!

Why sleep when we could live this dream?

Mama yawned and stretched, and all together felt blessed.

Her son’s mind was so mighty, his thoughts seemed like a party.

“One more scene,” So gently she pleaded. Just one more adventure is all that she needed.

Brody Michael closed and rubbed his eyes, stretched and yawned, and laid his head on his pillow and thought… and Brody Michael thought… and Brody Michael dreamed.