Written by the kids

Caleb wants to be Shel SilversteinĀ 

The Town Monkey

By Caleb Owens

I’m the town monkey,

And I live in Monkey,

And can’t think of anything to rhyme, 

And out comes a monkey, a bald headed monkey,

And now everything is fine.

Oh The Wind

By Caleb Owens

I can smell flowers, on the wind,

I can smell spring, on the wind,

It’s too good of a smell to fathom.

But, oh I wish I wasn’t in the bathroom. 

Oh the wind.

(He was at my grandparents bathroom in the shop with the window open….I clarified what wind he was talking about here.) 

My Sorrows Are HERE

By Caleb Owens

Oh, my sorrows like the sea,

The sea must be related to me.

And if I sing my parents think,

And oh, my sorrows are here. 

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“Our Trip Down” by Caleb Owens

The story of myself is hard for me to tell, cause we spent our time coming here in a La Quinta motel.

We got our food in drive throughs, and we ate a lot of junk, and I think Myra had a time of living in the trunk.

And now we’re all living in our cramped two-story apartment, all because we packed some stuff in our back-seat compartment.

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