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Something Upstairs

Houston Andrews

I’m reading a book called something upstairs It’s about a boy who gets haunted and it just ain’t fair The ghost comes out of out of a little blood stain A hundred years ago, he was a slave

His parents looked at him in disbelief They thought their kid was lying through his teeth He decided to check out the facts himself He took a couple library books off of the shelf

I’ll tell you right now, it’s a good book I read the first page and I was hooked But I’m not done, I must confess I’ll tell you about it when I read the rest

The Beast of Sin Houston Andrews Among the hills of sorrow Beyond the waters of peace Underneath the bridge of nothingness Lays an angry beast It lays near an old oak tree And devours anything it sees Before you see it coming, it will drop you to your knees It twists someone to be angry To never be the same If you ever turn to it   You are full of shame

My motto: Shine Forever

My Mountain BY: Houston Andrews

On the snow It’s shining around the moonlit mountains Within the valleys we look Beyond the frozen rivers Toward the glistening lake we run Over the bridge we trot Through the white wood I go   Between the trees Under the branches By the river At my mountain at last My beautiful mountain

I Remember By Houston Andrews

I remember __going__ to Montana I remember __looking__ at the tall mountains I remember __skiing__ down the steep slopes I remember __soaring__ down the ice-cold snow I remember __falling__ and doing five, barrel rolls

Some things I may forget, but when it comes to Montana, there are many things I remember.

Where I’m From Houston Andrews

I’m from swaying hammocks in Hawaii To hardcore skiing in Montana. From watching animals in the woods To making bows and arrows.

I’m from watching the Bama games And yelling, ‘‘Roll tide’’, in a southern voice. I’m from catching snakes To running away from them.

I’m from stalking my opponents in the grass with an airsoft gun. And dodging bullets myself. I’m from chillin with my family And falling asleep on my mom’s lap.

I’m from Power Rangers, Tella tubies, and Barnie. I’m from flipping my hair And making my neck hurt.

Near the end, when I am old I will still be from all these things.