Rain

The Earth, parched with stagnant land

Pungent rain pelts the clay

Glistening jewels fall from heaven

Pulverizing, yet replenishing the growth

Knocking into branches, leaves and grass

The rain falls like tears from a child’s eyes.

-Kristin Ransom

My Students

I have learned so much from you even though I was the teacher

I cannot think that I would be the same if it weren't for you

Through smiles and laughs we studied fast

We learned new ways of thinking, and more about ourselves

I will take these memories of you and hold them fast,

because in life all we have are memories past.

Tomorrow will bring new recollections and adventure,

But I will never forget my 8th grade students with which I grew and learned more than I ever thought to venture.

~ K. Ransom

The Toad Leap Wood

Deep in the thick of toad leap wood,

the ferrets of the plane would dawn their hood.

Rushing into the trees they danced and played,

making faces at the moon as the night sky grayed.

The ground’s swirling mist just ankle deep,

flowed and wafted white as sheep.

Small voices were heard and music was strummed,

the ferrets used sticks and the trees they drummed.

The music was fast and loud and long,

the owls would hoot to the tumultuous song.

The panthers smiled a sharp-toothed grin,

as the beavers slapped their tails to the din.

Larks and catfish and mice and a pig,

all had a time of it dancing a jig.

As the night wore on and the wind blew cold,

all there in the wood grew less and less bold.

A silence was heard as the ferrets’ song waned,

and in ten minutes time not a soul remained.

The peace that resulted it was understood,

was a gift to the trees of toad leap wood. 

R.L. Ransom