The Bluestone Review 2025

Children’s Section

A Little Bit Warmer Ayden Pickett

Winter breeze, oh so cold. Snow blazing through the air. The star on the tree, oh so gold. A blizzard, ripping through with such violence. It knocked out the power.

There was a moment of silence. Gathered around the fireplace. Everybody freezing cold, With a mean look on their face Everyone is bored.

We started telling stories, Our happiness restored Even though it was frosty, Sitting and talking to people I love Made this cold night just a little bit warmer.

My Dear Old Friends Brylee Shockley

My dear old friend, How I miss you so;

How we used to run through the fields, not a thought in our minds, But the seemingly everlasting freedom, that never held us back from our binds.

My dear old friend, How I miss you so;

How we used to sit by the river, for hours at a time, Picking through the waters’ stones, the color of thyme.

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