Poetry Project

By Janae Hlavacek, McCartney Carlson, and Victoria Kulu


I made myself a snowball

As perfect as could be.

I thought I’d keep it as a pet

And let it sleep with me.

I made it some pajamas

And a pillow for its head.

Then last night it ran away,

But first—it wet the bed.

~Shel Silverstein


Draw a line. Write a line. There.

Stay in line, hold the line, a glance

between the lines is fine but don't

turn corners, cross, cut in, go over

or out, between two points of no

return's a line of flight, between

two points of view's a line of vision.

But a line of thought is rarely

straight, an open line's no party

line, however fine your point.

A line of fire communicates, but drop

your weapons and drop your line,

consider the shortest distance from x

to y, let x be me, let y be you.

~Martha Collins


John had

Great Big


Boots on;

John had a

Great Big



John had a

Great Big


Mackintosh --

And that

(Said John)



~A.A Milne