"Dazzling Pink Roses," a poem about Miss Fannie's Hat by Jan Karon

Black hats
Red hats
Green hats
White hats
Navy hats
Beige hats
Brown hats
Famous hat with Pink Straw Roses
Miss Fannie hides her hair
Under hats
Reading the Bible
Every morning
Ninety-nine years old
With God, all things are possible
Lots of hats
Each one her Favorite
DAZZLING PINK ROSES
Really...
Miss Fannie's Hat! 

by Emerson Pate, Pawleys Island


Thanks, Emerson!  Awesome!

This Place

Moonlight peeks through the leaves on the branches,
Wolves' howls echo against the closed space
Where campfires flames dance,
And the stars can be seen clearly from this place.

The river cuts through the old, round rocks.
My breath can be seen in the still moonlight
Where ice forms on my golden locks. 
I can't wait for the sun to end this night.

As the dawn is breaking and there is day
I see that shadows are not so real.
And as I move on, I am okay.
I run to home, I run to mom, and a meal.

Home, sweet, home is all too near and sweet.
I can't wait for my head and pillow to meet!

by Emory McClary, Pawleys Island


Not a fan of camping, Emory?!  I don't like camping, either!  LOL!  Really like your poem about it, though.   Don't forget to shop on Amazon to help build our new library! Click on any ad!   Top

I'm From

I'm from going to my friend's house, and talking to them about anything.

I'm from playing soccer with my dad.

I'm from a big country house with 2,000 windows, my own room, and yard as big as two football fields.

I'm from a no dishwasher kind of kitchen overlooking my backyard.

I'm from a wrap around porch and driving my sister's Barbie jeep all day long.

I'm from a place that has sunflowers taller than Abe Lincoln.

I'm from a church that I could go to a million times and never get bored.

I'm from a no care kind of town where everyone knows everyone.

I'm from a place where the only thing you can hear is people laughing and talking about the day and just living in the moment.

This is where I'm from.

by Anna Sandor
Pawleys Island


Thanks, Anna!  I love your poem! Top

I Am From

I am from Maryland and South Carolina
I am from a small town
From Tanea calling me a farming tree
From playing sports year-round
I am from watching baton competition
From telling my sister which place to go
I am from the beach and the snow

From baking with my grandma
To Poppy's great breakfasts
I am from doing scoreboard at volleyball games
I am from eating jelly and buttered toast
From hearing "wash your hands..."
I am from playing old arcade video games and pinball with my dad

I am from trips back to Maryland
I am from splashing in the pool with my grandpa
And playing on the swing set
I am from walking to the point
Just to play in the water
I am from playing in the pluff mud to play clams
I am from Maryland and South Carolina.

by Josie Mangialardo, Lowcountry Prep School


Awesome poem, Josie!  Keep writing!  Top

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