Collin+H.

“Hairagraph”

Meghan’s hair is a big black wiry mess. It could be a mop. Whatever it is, it can’t be cleaned up. My hair is as soft as a pillow. It’s obedient like a trained dog. It goes were I to go. My dad’s hair is greasy little thorns sticking out of his head.Fletcher’s hair is exactly like mine. My mom’s hair is lazy. Aways down.

**Giant Swing**

Lucky Ryan gets strapped into the swing first and gets to experience the glory of flight knowing I come next. Short after, but what feels long after, I finally get strapped in. Slowly I get pulled up, and up, and up. When I reached the top, the pull team dropped the rope. When I threw the rope over my shoulder, I went flying into the air. The only problem was how tight the harness was. Walking away from the swing, I have a new memory.

I am Poem by Collin Hayes

I am a thinker, a student, and a friend. I wonder who I will turnout to be. I hear my brain speaking to me. I see where to go and how to get there. I need time to think. I am a thinker, a student, and a friend.

I pretend I am a fish. I feel the water splashing on my face. I want to be the best I can be. I like the way the water feels against my skin. I wonder how good I’ll turn out to be. I am a swimmer.

I understand that one day I will be different than I am now. I say that I need to keep on trying. I dream about how the future will be different from present time. I try to be the best I can be.

I hope to be successful in whatever I do. I am so much more.