1. On my boogie-board riding the wavesWith my dad in the salty cool waterThrough the sand we scavengedBelow the surface horseshoe-crabs just praying to be caught Upon my tongue came the tang of saltwaterAbove my head seagulls barking madlyBetween my teeth the sweet substance of saltwater taffyThrough the water jellyfish gliding with the currentOn top of me waves crashed with tremendous forceUnder my arm my boogie-board as we walked home. Rick

2. Beyond the boundaries of Tennessee, Along the clean, winding river, Near a mile deep hole, Among looming oaks on either side, In icy cold water from a spring in the ground, By rushing water and an ancient mill, During the early hours of the day, With dew as a companion, Upon coarse sand and shells, Inside a picture perfect scene of beauty and desertion. Jackson

3. Behind dark highways honey smells reach my nose, Beside me were the crackle of leaves and snaps of branches, On an island in the distance he lays in peace, In my mind I can grasp his rough antlers, Within my clenched hands my smooth gun comforts me, In my body my mind wishes for the taste of food, Up on the bayou great views of the landscape reach my eyes, After aiming carefully piercing noise of the gunshot puts ringing in my ear, At the moment the unknown taste of successes becomes known. Bobby

4. Into the darkness of the forest,With tall pine trees around every corner,Above them birds are chirping,Beyond the hills coyotes howl loudly at the moon,Past the rough dock railing and frosty lake water,Near the sweet honey-suckle garden,Among the fresh forest air surrounding the landscape,Before the dawn of next morning,At the sound of the rooster’s crowUpon the wood fence over yonder. Matthew

5. Along the bumpy curvy road, Near the ocean that contains gritty sand, Under the trees, Against the beach where the waves are roaring, Among these animals and scented flowers, Through the jungle trees, On top of wet branches, After my adventure the sweet foreign fruit taste delicious, Through my lips slid the slice of fresh pineapple, In my face rain pounded. Joe

6. In the forest with swaying trees By the tractors mowing grass Next to the tree with chirping birds Beside the field with mooing cows Near the freshly mowed grass Inside the Polaris driving through the woods Through the grass in the wind With the goats in the pin Beyond the vegetable garden Behind the tractors steering wheel Around our molasses field. Jack

7. Around the stinky pond filled with lilly padsthrough the bubbling creek with craw fishpast the gobbler in the grass fieldfrom the feather rubbing mewith the bitterly cold air in my throat with relief I sighednext to the tree when I shoot the gunnear the turkey in the food plotbeside the clumps of branchesafter the corn planted area with turkeys near itagainst the tick filled bush. Buchanan

8. Beyond the gate where I million fans await, On the field where the player rounds 1st, Beside the guy that is yelling “peanuts for sale,” Near the scent of buttery popcorn, Past the center fielder the ball zooms into the stands, Among the fans they cheer, During the game that offers me nachos, Across the way where the fragrance of cotton candy brings me to my knees, Before me a crack of a bat can be lingers, Behind me the delicious aroma of roasted peanuts overwhelms me. Mathon

9. Near the bridge leading to the island, Beyond a twig filled driveway, Around the nature beaten path, On the beach with waves crashing on the shore, Inside the warm murky water, Along the waters edge, In the salty air, On the soft sand, In front of the water, With my family and my dog. Chris

10. Near the road where cars zipped by, Under the rustling trees and clear blue sky, Upon the air the whistle of the football sounded, Through the sky it zoomed, Into the receivers hands it thuds, On the dirt my bare feet pounded, Along his coarse shirt my fingers slid, then my hands pulled, After I yanked my neck popped, Onto the prickly grass I fell, Within my mouth I tasted sandy dirt and sweat. Greerson

11. Beyond the bunch of kids roaring in fear, Around sweet smell of hamburger and hot dogs Near a fresh cold sprite, Beside other people when I grip my seat With twirls of rides, Inside a booth with balloons on the wall Along a row of people shooting targets, In a line where there is cotton candy On the water slides were fear overcomes you Within an amusement park. Alberto

12. Near the murky water where I stand on a dock, Beyond the sea-doos that we are to ride, Through the water glistening and slick, In the water so cold and wet, Overhead the birds fly like jets, Down in the water the aroma of fish, In my hair the sense of wind, With my dad so fun and cool, Over time thinking it was over would make you cruel. Wyatt

13. Among the new house seeing the trailBeyond the knew land that is thereAround the trails that my feet feelDown on my feet I feel the groundWhere the baby Mocking Bird is I hear him cryThere he is running at meInto the woods I see sun aheadNear the pond that we hearPast the running water of the riverAround the crystal clear waterAt the pond we are its time to goIn the mocking bird hears his momPast of years I see the bird running to meAway from its mom it goesFrom the sound of the gunshot I run to the pondIn I see the dead bird Spence

14. On the water where ripples form, With my dad beside me, Down the hill, With the canoe, Before my eyes the grass swayed with the wind, Inside the canoe we got in, Off we were paddling, Through the water we went paddling our oars. With my dad at my side we hurled our lines. Beside the river the trees were swaying like PDS at chapel, At my tongue can savor the crisp air. Bo

15. Down by the water fall Near the bats Behind flowers Over the pool of light Through the smooth stone walls Around me I hear the pitter patter of water Beside me people stand Near the waterfall I taste sweet water. Graham

16. Over the mountains and the sea, Before I can see it over me, Next to the airport from down below, In mouth came a bug, Next to a Lady Bug, With my toy airplane, Through the air, Toward Heaven, From up a above, In my imagination. Will O

17. Bays Webb #16 5-A Mrs. Trefz English 9-28-10 On the field the rain was pouring, On the benches hitting so loud I could hear it from the stands, Inside the lockeroom the Vols dressed in black, After they came out of the lockeroom the crowd roared, To the center of the field the captains went for the cointoss I saw them very well from there, Through the crowd I went to the conssesion stand, With the smell of hotdogs in my nostrils, Outside the conssesion stand I asked the lady for some nachos, With ease she handed me some nachos I smelled the cheese, With delight I sat back down in my seat. Bays