Squirrel

United States

I'm 13 years old and was born on Valentines day during a snowstorm- I don't really make entrances like that anymore. I live in the panhandle of Idaho with my family and 6 pets, none of them are dogs or cats.

Published Work

Tagline Art

More Farms and Ranches

Farm and Ranchland in the U.S. is disappearing at a rate of 3 acres a minute. This translates to 180 acres an hour, 4,320 acres a day, 30,240  acres a week, 1,576,800 acres a year. With less farm land, there is less fresh food being produced, this means prices are rising for better quality food, so more and more people are eating cheaper, less nutritious food that is horrible for them. We need more environmentally conscious, open to the public farms to teach people about the earth.

Know Your Farms
Know Your Food
Know Your Future
 

Poetry and Spoken Word Competition 2020

It Reflects On You

Look at me
What do you see?
Maybe you’re just bein’ mean
Caus’ I’m not what I seem

What you say and what you do
It all reflects on you
Yeah I've got curly hair
Do you think I care?

You say it looks like ramen
But It’s just evolution
You say you want to make me into stew
That’d just reflect on you

Wanna rip my hair out 
You'll wish the teachers didn’t hear my shout
I don’t care about all you say
It’s not gonna ruin my day

Look at me
I’m not just what you see
I’m more than you’ll ever be
All the things you say and do 

that’ll just reflect on you. 
Because in the end
Your the one without any friends
Your the bully
That's what I see

Moonbeam Child

Born from the petals kissed by the moon
A small, thing of  grace
Born a cool evening in June  
Summer outlines her sweet face

Dress billowing in the breeze 
Eyes the color of grass
Little sprite of the trees 
Heart as bold as brass

Spirit sweet as clover buds
Dancing through the meadow flowers
She sees the moon and her heart floods
And there she sits and stares for hours

Watching the moon its silvery glow
The leaves fall to cover the lawn
Winter comes buries her in the snow
When spring comes she's gone


 

My December Competition 2019

My-daho Christmas

    By December first the Palouse changes, the rolling wheat fields, each stalk made of spun gold that dance in the breeze during the summer, are now harvested, each hill sleeping under a fluffy white crystalline duvet of winter. The snow is a blanket of silence, a hood pulled over the fields and houses, covering them in the type of beautiful silence you are afraid to shatter. The sound of laughter echoes through the hills, and soon people of all ages are walking around in parkas, mittens and all manner of downy, cozy things, giving the appearance of multi- colored Michelin tire people. The snow builds up quickly, soon finding it's way into every crevice in my clothing, I can feel the cool snow melt, trickling down my back, and through my socks, but I don't care because the first snowfall brings childish giddiness back. 
    In the darkness of winter trees along main street are covered in...

One Home

Mother Dear

On your lush green carpet 
laid out like we are royal
from the deepness of your soul 
you ask us to be loyal

To leave your forests green and lush
let the song birds sing
Under foot humans crush
not gently care for things

You shake and you grumble
hoping we'll understand
Try to teach us to be humble
Try to teach us to withstand

Peace and gentleness you need
We laugh and we ignore 
Powered by human greed
But in the end we will implore

To save us, little humans
a life you created to care
instead we became tumors
That you should beware

Eventually you'll crumble
because we ruined you
you didn't think we'd be trouble
All you say is true

We care only for ourselves
not even for our mother
greedy to our cells
Eventually we'll suffer
 

One Home

Mother Dear

On your lush green carpet 
laid out like we are royal
from the deepness of your soul 
you ask us to be loyal

To leave your forests green and lush
let the song birds sing
Under foot humans crush
not gently care for things

You shake and you grumble
hoping we'll understand
Try to teach us to be humble
Try to teach us to withstand

Peace and gentleness you need
We laugh and we ignore 
Powered by human greed
But in the end we will implore

To save us, little humans
a life you created to care
instead we became tumors
That you should beware

Eventually you'll crumble
because we ruined you
you didn't think we'd be trouble
All you say is true

We care only for ourselves
not even for our mother
greedy to our cells
Eventually we'll suffer