Johnson County Library will close at 5 pm on Wednesday, Nov. 25 and will be closed on Thursday Nov. 26 and Friday, Nov 27.
My name is Peaches, I am not very fond of Big Joe, I think my mother deserves better than a man with dough. He is selfish, impatient, and acts like a child, Even though he helps people, and he has a very big smile. My mother deserves better than Mr.
In the morning, I open my eyes Sit up and stretch, and let out small cries. I wiggle my toes, and crinkle my nose, And get out of bed to the sound of rooster crows. I slip on my jeans, and my long furry coat, I creep downstairs and out to feed the goat. I live on a farm, with my uncle and aunt, I
They are dangerous and frightening, Like a strike of lightning. You have to watch out, Because they can black you out. You try to hold back, Until the police come attack. Watch out they’re coming, Just like lightning is stunning. Can you make it through? So nothing happens to you? You can do it,
Out of my mouth Comes a beautiful song All of Harlem Sings along In the church Bells ring Saluting our friend, Big Joe, they sing The world dances to The sweet sound The best is the Earth’s pulse, all around When I stop It is still Except for wind weaving Through the streets and hills In the town
A creaking windowpane, Pelted with snow, Reflecting light onto the dusty, deep brown floor. The rooms seems to sigh, pained with age, Abandoned; left waiting, The cold is kept at bay by a single lamp, Filling the small space with warmth. A cracked oven door clicks open, Spreading the aroma of bee
When I look at myself I see Harlem reflected back at me A great city with A great history When I look at myself, I see the roads I have traveled To get here, and though they took a while, In the map of wrinkles in my face They are long, but lead to a smile When I look at myself, In the dark pool
So much stress is on my mind, she’s your daughter just as much as she is mine. I brush her hair and iron her sweater, when the winter brings such unfriendly weather. You might say your work is rough, well so is every day making our daughter’s lunch. TV takes up so much of your time, instead, you
I met a woman Old as dirt Yet nice as the morning sun, Living where some considered The worst part of town Yet somehow She finds time To knit me a sweater Of dark green string Straight from the soul With kindness from the heart All because I did my job And called an ambulance As a good man should
My job is so exhausting, I don’t have time for parenting! Maybe my wife should try fighting crime, and I can stay home all day wasting time. All she does is cook and shop and clean, I don’t understand how it’s difficult to do those things. I know my daughter wants me to play with her, but I have
Walking up and down every street, Every day – thump, thump, thump Go my boots.
Walking past the park Every day – thump, thump, thump Goes the wino’s stereo.
Walking past Mother Fletcher’s house Every day – thump, thump, thump Goes my heart.