Gumball
By Danny Hurley

Only 25 cents

Any color you want

Red, yellow, pink, orange.

One at a time we disappear

Into the mouths of little children.

Maybe were eaten, and maybe were spit out.

We could end up on the bottom of a shoe,

Or tire

Maybe in someone's hair

Or under a desk.

Who knows?

Were only 25 cents,

And come in colors of your choice

Our fate is up to you

Mountains
By Danny Hurley

Standing proudly

Looking over the vast land

Snow and ice

Trees and fields

And city streets

The tallest for miles

Its rocky sides stretching for

ever

Protecting the habitat around it

And providing shelter for some

Clouds wrap themselves around the top

Making it look blue

The sun sets at its back

Turing the colors around it into fire

Lighting up the sky

Around the icy mountain