The Koala Sleeps by Alex

When the sun is shining,

When the rain is pouring,

When the wind is roaring,

The koala sleeps.

When the trees are swaying,

When the birds are calling,

When the sky is falling,

The koala sleeps.

Ode to O.C. Haenni's Market by Travis

Beneath the striped awning, tales unfold,

Of meats hung high in the winter's cold.

A butcher's trade, both grit and pride,

In Southwest Garden, time did bide.

With cleavers sharp and aprons white,

They served their craft by lantern light.

A market bustling, a bygone place,

Where history lingers in every trace.

The cobbled steps, the dog at play,

Echo whispers of another day.

O.C. Haenni's stands steadfast, true,

A portal to lives that once we knew.