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Young and Old; Natural Opposites By: Luke Stuntz There are children without a care in the world Their essence is just so sweet, Watched over by adults whose dreams are curled For their minds are stiff as overcooked meat.

Banging through the house you hear the kids play. The adults being peaceful and quiet all day. Running through the fields, the kids know no rules. The adults look at people who are having fun like they’re fools.

The children are as small as a half eaten French fry. The adults as big as the sky. The children resent the adults for their fun elimination. Whereas the adults are irked by kids for their unending imagination.

Yet these opposites need each other, Without kids adults would be bland. Children need these older figures to show them to understand. With only one, the world would have nothing to give.

**__Saltopus__** A metaphor poem by Luke Stuntz

Saltopus, the extremely tiny creature. A dinosaur about the size of a broken bird feeder.

Runs fast to burn off non-existent fat When he wants to be, Saltopus is a cheetah cat.

This little dude can jump so high, I bet you it he could touch the sky.

Saltopus is as ancient as the wind making you shudder, He’s even older than your crabby grandmother.

This miniscule creature is so rare, To see him you should have to pay a fare.

Saltopus runs about making a booming crash He sprints around and into a rock he does smash.

Then this amazing fun-sized candy bar died out Leaving a pain in our hearts that makes us pout.

Night Storm By Luke Stuntz

One day a great strong storm hopped into town. And old Mr. Cloud put on a big, depressing frown On and on and on it cried. Through the air rain flied.

Crack, smack, boom! Lightning soars. Through this noise nobody snores. As rain pounds down, thunder shrieks. Meanwhile, the cold air stings and bites your cheeks.

Then, the clouds part in places. The sun starts to smile on our faces. Vanished are the puddles on the ground. The storm is over and blissful happiness can be found.

The Falls By Luke Stuntz Splish, splash, splunk, sploop. Mild, yet beautiful noises Coming from the extraordinary waterfall The waterfall is a morning canary Tweeting calmly at a nice steady beat

Rip, roar, rush, rampage The waterfall is acting furious The calm is gone and all there is, is noise The waterfall is like a lion Screaming in rage randomly

The two sides are in balance. The intricate waterfall Will you see the happy side or the angry side? The falls will never stop.

Never.