autumn

at the end of summer
is the beginning of fall
hut 1 hut 2 hut . . . hut . . . hut

Brock Freeman

From the beginning to the end, this writing brings to mind the sport of football. The intended audience can also be the subjects or the lead players of the theme generated in this poetry Autumn marks the end of summer break and the beginning of another school year. Boys and girls alike can be characters in this poetry; boys playing the game and girls cheering them on. In the first section, the use of metonymy is seen in the jargon words hut 1 hut 2 . . . hut . . . hut. When the phrase hut 1 hut 2 is mentioned the first though that comes to mind is football and quarterback. In the third section of the writing, I can envision the high school sweetheart of the running back jumping up as he runs the ball down the field, knowing he is about to make a touchdown, she yells touchdown before he gets to the goal. The second section is testament to fact that the subjects of this poem are high school teenagers. In addition, the tone of the writing observes that the author has an encouraging attitude toward the players in this writing. Rhonda

pumpkins on porches
watch out for
neighborhood kids

Amy Harmon

This Haiku is simple and to the point, there are no wasted words or links. With the first line I see Halloween which leads me to children running around the neighborhood, cutting through yards and just having a good time. I also see as the evening changes to night some of the older kid return to the streets not for candy but for mischief. With toilet paper flying through the cold Fall night all the pumpkins can do is watch and wonder if their next. Sean

crab apple fallen
from the tree
trash day

Charles Walker (2)

floating leaf
school bus pulls in line

Charles Walker (3)

harvest moon
toe head giggles
sugar high

tree dying
the uncountable
autumn leaves

Divya Patel (3)

halfway between
twenty and eighty
I yell Touchdown

Joren Martin (10)

This is me yelling at the TV every football Sunday. If they are going the right way I am overly excited. I can imagine my wife sitting in the other room shaking her head asking my patiently and politely to calm down. I brings a smile to my face. William

hotdogs sweat
over the fire
children wearing hoodies

Joren Martin (6)

I try once a year
but cannot match the taste
of mom's pie

Stephanie Cockrell (7)

As I stated in class last week, it doesn’t matter if a person has the exact same recipe as their elders it will never taste the same. Several reasons could be the deciding factor: mixing by hand compared to an electric mixer, waiting time, cooking time, etc. The modern age seems to think the faster the better in cooking, but it actually the other way around. I believe the more love and time a cook puts into any meal the better it will come out. Daniel

fields of green and yellow
await . . .
D-day

yellow orange red
favorite scarf
autumn

Wiliam Cato

This brings me when the air starts getting crisp and the humidity goes away. The mornings and evenings are cool enough to break out your favorite scarf you haven’t worn since last fall. The colors yellow, orange and red bring me to the leaves on the trees changing colors. That is one of daughter, Chloe and I’s favorite thing to do. We will drive around just looking at the different trees and the colors on the leaves. Its one of the signs of fall we really enjoy. Stacey

winter

falling quietly
I take in
the first snow

Christmas bells ring
a little boy drops coins
in the bucket

Daniel Bradford (5)

I like this haiku, because it reminds of Christmas spirit. The feeling to giving shines right through this haiku. I can imagine the streets ringing with Christmas bells, people shopping in full Christmas spirit. By the end of shopping as you are walking out the door, the ringing bell reminds you, as if you are forgetting something and the sound of coins dropping into the bucket, gives life a meaning of hope. When you see a little boy giving and understanding the spirit of giving, makes you feel alive again. Divya

first snowflake
on the ground
everlasting love

Divya Patel (5)

late November
the dogs joyfully playing
in the season's first snow

Marsha Peel

When I read this, it reminds me of my dog who loves the snow, and although he stays in my garage, he loves it when the snow comes down, because he usually wants to stay outside on the patio, but when he goes outside he loves to eat the snow and forgets about coming back inside. I think it is so cute, because I have had him for 9 years and he still loves to go and play in the snow. Linda

Christmas snow
the smell of baked cookies
as we watch the stars

bundled up head to toe
playing outside
no school

Josh Macklin (6)

This haiku brings me back to childhood with my best friend that lived next door to me. Whenever it would start snowing we would go to each other’s houses and get to have sleepovers on snow days. We would always go outside and play all day long until we were frozen. Snow days were always so much fun. Amy

snow boots
left on the porch
flashing lights

Charles Walker (4)

slightly disturbed
freshly fallen snow
deer track

Charles Walker (3)

This haiku hits home for me, being an avid hunter. I feel there is a good possibility that I have a totally difference visual than most would from this haiku. I connect to the “slightly disturbed” as how not only the deer is feeling, but the way I am feeling as well. I explain my disturbed feeling as being more nervous. The deer would be disturbed from my slow movement to the upward position from the tree stand. The freshly fallen snow brings out the deer tracks. Snow on the ground is my dream season. When there is a snow covered ground the deer move more avidly in search of food. The food is not as accessible to them as it normally would be without the snow cover. This explains the deer tracks in the snow. Josh

a blank white slate
two children create
beautiful angels

Brock Freeman (7)

a white canvas
names are written
in              yellow

Brock Freeman (9)

This Haiku has a great element of humor, disgusting humor. but most every guy has done it and it was so fun when you were little. It brings me back to my childhood and the joys of just being a kid, the peacefulness of carelessness. William

frozen window panes
he counts small tracks
in the fresh snow

full moon
illuminating the snow
day at night

Charles Walker (3)

Santa is coming
and daddy ate the cookies
I left for him

Stephanie Cockrell (5)

This haiku brings back memories of when my children were small and they still believed in Santa Claus. We would bake cookies together for Santa before they went to bed. I was the one you would eat the cookies to act like Santa had been there. Sevie

strong thick ice
we make a hole
to fish

spring

rotating tines
row after row
the seeds are sown

open playground
wind blows
through the hallway

Divya Patel (4)

those who left legacy for us
no more conversations
Goodbye

Linda Graves (4)

Wiliam Cato (3)

summer

tomatoes ripe
for the picking
baseball glove on the porch

Charles Walker (3)

a tepid night
the deafening roars
from the country's celebration

summer night
sitting on the porch
catching lightning bugs

Sevie Jarrett

Catching lightening bugs is none of my daughter’s favorite things to do. If she was allowed, she would stay outside for hours gathering hundreds of bugs in jars. I sit on the porch and watch her bubbling with joy and excitement. Her eyes dance as she searches for more and more lights to catch. This activity is the most enjoyable thing in the world to her. Stephanie

excited child
the sparkler burns
her hand

summer sun
waves crash
sand covered toes

Emily Green (5)

My favorite place on earth is Puerto Vallarta Mexico. I have been traveling there for the past 10 years and it never loses its magic for me. The people, the food, the smell (not always pleasant) the sounds of the ocean – it all entrances me every year when I return. The first thing my best friend I do every time we arrive back in Puerto Vallarta after checking into the hotel is to walk down to the beach and walk to the edge of the water and put our feet in the sand and let the waves crash over our toes. Dana

the sky lights up
the wind stands still
kids smile with independence

Cuynthia Jones (2)

walking through the mud
hope calls her name
feet feel the warm sand

wedding day
father's nervous eye
on groom

Divya Patel (6)

campfire songs
S'mores
story time

Kelsey Polk (2)

This reminds me of when I worked for the Youth Advocate Program; we once had a campfire for the kids. It was so nice; we had the children roasting hotdogs and s’mores. They really enjoy it. We gather around and said different kinds of stories to the kids, and they enlighten us with their stories as well. We also sung different songs as we roasted the hotdogs and heated up the s’mores. It was so nice to enjoy this time with the kids. Linda

falling to the floor,
I watch a flower blown
summertime

summer heat
she sweats
in her Sunday dress

Marsha Malone Peel (9)

I attend church every Sunday. I am often wearing high-heeled shoes, long dresses, dangly earrings, and flawless makeup. I sing with my church choir and we attend four services each Sunday. By the time I make it to the last service, I am tired, sweating and ready to sit down. In the summer, this is amplified to a much greater level. As soon as service is over, I drive home, remove my dress clothes immediately, and prepare to relax. Stephanie

summer night
brothers catch fireflies
on a wiffle ball bat

Sean Ekiss (7)

I used to live right across the street from a very nice park from about 7 until 15. My slightly older brother and I loved to do anything we could in that park, regardless if anyone else was there. Beating on bugs and squishing fireflies was certainly no exception. With mother across the street, watching out the front door, we would wander off to the park and terrorize the wildlife in any way we could from 6 until as late as she would let us. The wiffle ball bat was only a plus. Joren

baseball game
two hotdogs over here
thanks dad

Sean Ekiss (6)

Summer time and baseball games go hand in hand at my house. Since my son’s 13th birthday every year on his birthday he has received tickets to a Major League baseball game. Most of the games have involved his favorite team, the New York Yankees but they also involve hot dogs at the game and nachos. We both feel that we must try the hot dogs at every stadium we go to, it’s a public service if you will. This haiku really hits home literally with me, no pun intended! Emily

pedaling . . .
one mile
at a time

Stacey Longfellow (7)

This is a touching poem for me. I have been trying to lose weight for a little while, and that is the mantra I tell myself. One pedal, one mile, at a time. I have to remind myself, it is going to take a little time getting back into shape. Also, it is saying that you can not rush anything. Everything is meant to come in when it the right time. Brock

weeping willow
we swing
vine to vine

Stacey Longfellow (6)

This haiku takes me back to my childhood. Our next door neighbor had a giant willow tree that had vines that draped to the ground. Myself and the neighborhood kids spent many hours playing in the space between the tree trunk and the branches and vines. It was like a secret room. At the time, Tarzan was very popular. When we decided to leave our “house”, we would grab a vine, jump, and swing as long as we could. There were many happy memories surrounding this tree and this haiku brings a smile to my face. Marsha