Golden Brown By Rory M. The way a leaf fell down on me the golden brown of an autumn tree Has given my soul a burst of light and a rhapsodic feeling in my heart	The Flowers and Winds of Spring By Andreia S. and Austin T. (Inspired by Robert Frost's poem, "Blue-Butterfly Day") Beautiful violets, blowing through breezy winds. Lightning bolt lilies, awesomely ascending in the air as children toss them. Crazy winds, swishing and swashing as they switch the children's faces from regular to rosy. While the tulip petals fall off . . . The flowers and winds of spring
Secret of the Light in the Sky Zack G. and his friend Brandon The moon is so bright in the darkness of the night. There are many secrets of the moon which will be revealed soon. We will reveal the secret in the light with the shining moon in the night. The moon, high in the sky, has no fright to reveal its dying light. The moon is so far away. It does not show itself in the day. Moon, Moon . . . We must see you soon. Reveal your secrets in the light of the moon.	Sunset By Christy G. Glowing at the first sign of darkness. A horizon being watched. Slowly and carefully it sets in the dark, blue ocean, leaving a reflection behind. The sunset.
Snowy Night By Colin B. As I walk down an empty road on this snowy night I trudge through the blizzard wishing I can rest. I see the people celebrating in their warm houses and I smile. I wish I could stay, but I must go on, for I am needed somewhere else.	Shine By Jacob K. Shine like the moon. Shine like the stars. Shine like the warrior you know you are. Sparkle like perfection, like the light within your mind. Light up like the excellence that you know you can unleash. Find the light and strength Inside your heart. Feel that your special and Shine.
The Night By Ian D. The night, silence, the man, a crystal glow in the inky black sky. The ocean of stars pouring with light the whistle of whispering wind, all silent, awaiting the blistering sun.	Teachers By Elaina R . Teachers are powerful firecrackers, Their writing is a wind, whistling happy thoughts through my ears. Some teachers are comedians. They are burning on fire when they scream. Their teaching is a breath of warm air. Teachers are the best cup of tea.
Two Roads By Roxane B. Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, Which one to take I do not know. But I can see what each will be, one will be pleasant, but one will be free. Should I deny the clobbered ground, or shall I take the one with no echoing sound. On the trampled road the trees seem to cower, but on the other they seem to tower. Shall I travel the one with less risk taking, or should I take one in the making? I shall take one track, but hence I shall not come back. I shall take the one less used, I shall believe that I made the right choice to leave. The human amused I should be. For I, shall take the one less chosen. (Inspired by Robert Frost)	The Black Cat By Alana W. Its black blends into the night, blanging through the darkness. He bends over, licking a small candy wrapper, listening to the bang of trick-or-treaters knocking down people's doors. He bolts across a black road, discovers a small barrel, curls up inside, and falls asleep.
The Wonder by Rachel J. A dark room and the only light is from the full moon shining above. The voice of someone traveling up the stairs yelling. Empty glasses shattered and broken cover the dusty kitchen floor, so dirty. The hissing black cat appears out of nowhere. Rain starts to come down from the sky like a twister. Thunder and lightning start to appear in the sky. Only the cracked window lets light in. Pots and pans all over because the roof has leaks. The wonder.	Looking at the Lake by Matthew M. Diving ducks, finding fish to eat. The water waving to push the ducks. Canoes and kayaks passing by. Birds flying over the summer water. Summer swimmers swimming. Winter skaters skating. Fish rushing from place to place while ducks dive, trying to eat the fish
Greg The Loving Warrior by Esteban P As I walk into my house I see him, the loving warrior, t-bone in mouth, ears down wagging tail, typical. Staring at me with his huge chocolate eyes, staring at me with his huge chocolate eyes.	Cannot Be Named By Ann W. The loneliness of a winter night Standing outside without a light Cannot be named The sadness in an old man's eyes The wiseness in an owl's face Upon her wings trimmed with lace Cannot be named The statue witting alone in the dark All it does is moan Cannot be named The shadow lit by the moonlight of a crow I know cannot be named And the sadness of a rainy day All in a child's heart when Someone has passed away
The Woods By Emma K. I'm going to go take a walk in the woods with crisp air and crunching leaves under my feet. I shan't be gone long. You come too. I'm walking a mile down the broken path, the leaves shaking in the wind. I shan't be gone long. You come too. The birds are singing. The flowers are in bloom. I shan't be gone long. You come too.	Dolphins By James W. Jumping up and down, through the waves they hop, as though they like nothing better than stealing fish from the water.
The Stars and Moon By Chaunce D. & Dylan A. The moon is shiny. The stars get tiny. One star blinks. People wink. In the night the moon is bright and the boys start to fight. Until the sun begins to shine in the beginning of daytime. Yes, the moon's gone down, making people frown.	Rain By Kevin N. Bashing rain, thundering against my bedroom window. The thunder crashing like a drum. Lightning, like a flute flashing through the windy air.
The Dance By Tess W The words flow onto the paper, creating a new language-- creating a picture in my mind. The words are my mind and heart when I hear the wonderful creations. This is poetry.	Moon By Emma B. Ode to your great guided light. Your tawny light shines in the night sky. You sometimes play hide and seek behind the clouds. But other nights you shine like a lamp. You wake up the owls, bats, and raccoons. But when the sun comes up, you're gone . . . For now.
What Silver Is By Jessa G. and Brandon B. March 23, 2005 Silver is a dolphin Leaping across the sea, a shining star in the black night sky, a glistening diamond like no other. Silver is a shining glacier and a small, sparkling coin. There are lots of things that silver is, but most of all, silver is glorious.	Bloody Good By Chris E. March 30, 2005 Trillions of tiny seeds. Growing a great green hat. Squish. Sweet blood dripping down my chin. Red. Ripe. Strawberry.
Winter By Madison S. April 6, 2005 Winter. a cold brisk of wind gently touching my face a white blanket of snow covering the grand icicles sticking to houses until spring comes. Winter.	Owl By Romney H. & Kaelan A. (Inspired by Langston Hughes' poem, "Dreams") April 13, 2005 Swooping silently, Fierce creatures of the night, Camouflaged in trees, Diving downward for mice, Flying prey back to their owlets.
The Grass By Jay F. April 27, 2005 The grass is growing. I can feel the soft clovers in my hand. Blowing snow comes. The softness of the grass goes away.	Sunlight by Vy D. May 4, 2005 It wakes me up every morning. It's light glares at me. Like a tiny sunflower, Floating in the navy blue sky. It makes me feel like, Going outside, And feel the warmness On my face. When the moon comes up, The sun is resting until the next morning.
Fire Compared to Ash By Ian D May 11, 2005 The sun orange flames of fire I gaze, To make the orange flames flare through it graze and hay, And when by day nothing lay except for where the fires lashed... Lay nothing but ash, Yet somehow they are the same by logs rolling in night and glowing coals by day... This is where the fire lay.	The Sun By Kirsten B. May 18, ,2005 The glistening, shining sun in the sky. Looking down at you. Flying kites. Touching the sun. Having a picnic while it's shining on you. The sun
Golden Gate By Alana W. May 25, 2005 Looming over the azure waves of the Pacific Ocean. Its vast, red poles glint in the sunlight making it look almost orange. Southeast lies the tall skyscrapers and the bustling streets of San Francisco. A boat sails underneath. But it soon grows dark and it is no longer visible. And the city lights turn on.	Spring! By Gabby S. June 1, 2005 Beautifully colored flowers popping their heads out of the snow melted green grass. Tiny little blue jays soaring above your head. Kids rolling down freshly cut grass hills. Boom! Boom! Slamming the orange round ball on the pavement when swish right in the hoop. Bam! It's out of here. Playing baseball with friends and family. Spring.
Flowers in the Rainforest By Hunter D. June 8, 2005 I would like my very own garden. I would plant it in the rain forest. There would be purple bell flowers. Ding-a-ling-ling! There would be roses too. Like you put on a tuxedo. Ooooo-la-la! It would also have pansies. The pansies will look like a panda bear's head. Choo-choo!	Tree Bark By Kathleen R. June 13, 2005 As I touch it, my fingers tingle from the roughness. It's tremendous, and you can find it on a tree. As I peel it off, a soft windy breeze blows by. Brown, scratched tree bark snuggles next to the tree for comfort.
Ode to Summer By Nick A. June 20, 2005 Summer vacation, I'm free at last. The school year really went by very fast. I don't want the weather to be damp. Especially when I'm at summer camp. I know I'm going to have a blast, Even though I know it won't last! "Summer's lease has all too short a stay." Baseball ends, time runs out to read great books. Time goes by like a flash before my eyes. Nothing	Fall Signs By Chris E. September 22, 2005 As I looked around I saw one thousand brick red leaves. I could see all the piles of leaves that children made. I could feel how smooth and rough they were. I could taste pumpkin pie watering in my mouth. I could see them orange in the field far away. I could see the aquamarine sky above. All around me stood orange pumpkins in their patch, close and far away I heard fall rustling in the wind. I could hardly wait to taste those roasted pumpkin seeds and smell that apple pie cooking in the oven.
Rain By Jack D. September 29, 2005 Rain is falling from the sky. Thunder is booming, Lightning slashing! The wind is whistling. The rain is tapping on the windows. Trees are getting wet. Dirt turns to mud. Then the rain stops.	Lake By Thalia R. October 5, 2005 Leaves falling on the ground All around the lake autumn has come Kids flying kites Everyone's having a great time LAKE
The Beach By Andrew S. November 3, 2005 Stunning sea lavender flowers flowing in the breeze. Fiddler crabs scurrying from hole to hole. A cold sea breeze slipping through my hair. Small waves crashing with a roar against the rocky shore. Getting your pants grimey and sandy. ICK!! Going home with an odorious salt watery smell. That's what happens at the dazzling beach!	Wind By Zachary R. November 10. 2005 When you are riding your bike, The wind will blow in your face. As you are running in the summer, The wind will blow in your shirt. When you are trick-or-treating, The wind will blow in your eyes. When you are scootering down the street, The wind will blow in your ears. The wind follows me wherever I go.
Sultry Beach By Madison S. November 17, 2005 Stinging sea rays in the oceans. Snowy sand sitting right by the glittering ocean. The shining sun in the sky. Chattery children splashing in the water. Magnificent multi-colored bathing suits. Spectacular sunsets at the beach!	The Blue Sky By Alix R December 1, 2005 Fourteen little stars looking down at us. A tall moon lights up the sky Filling me with joy As I look up at the Big Dipper
Landscape By Bryan S. December 8, 2005 Sagging trees rise after getting boomed by the wind. Morose flowers lay in a never-ending sleep. Foolish pots rest on flooded earth. Sorrowful mulch drowns in the rain-filled driveway. Dejected shutters hang by a thread. Sullen bushes lay everywhere, tattered to pieces. Insane rooftops demand the oak trees get off of them.	The Rain Dance by Tulsi S. December 15, 2005 The rain pitter pats around our neighborhood I hear it splashing on my window The thunder comes with lightening And talks to the rain The rain begins falling harder It sounds like drums banging The flowers dance in the rain and sway in the wind Calling other flowers to dance with them to the tune of the rain drops Droopy flowers jump up from their beds to join the fun The flowers will sleep When the rainbow comes
Chocolate By Maria N. December 22, 2005 A sweet box inside a pot of gold. Creamy peanut butter taste melting in my mouth like a snowman in the sun. A moist and rich ball of happiness	Snowflake By Alex R. January 5, 2006 A beautiful snowflake falling from the sky, White and soft inside my warm hands, Landing on the hard flat ground and blowing away.
Rain By Matthew A. January 12, 2006 Rain is a crying sky, tears are hitting the ground. Rain is cold water drops, a shower in the street, a sprinkler watering the grass. Rain is a child playing in the puddles, a loud tapping on my bedroom window.	After Gardening By Hannah G. January 19, 2006 (inspired by Robert Frost) One weed another weed I rip out from the garden. One seed another seed, I plant into the garden. Violets, roses, and sunflowers too. Of gardening I am tired The scent of sweet roses I am drifting off to sleep. Awakened by a robin singing a charming song. After gardening I am calm.
Snow By Victoria C. January 26, 2006 Snow is as white as a wedding gown. It sparkles and shimmers in the light as the sun hits it. It looks beautiful on the pine trees.	Land of Life By Chidebe N. February 2, 2006 The lime jade happy bush stood on the mountain of livid, insane boulders overlooking the bored moss grass. The azure peach sauntering sunset danced across the drowsy trees. The bronze boat swayed on the lazy lake admiring the kingly brick cherry farms. The lonely jet ash road grumbled at the happy wheat standing and laughing on the farm. The sable dusk had fallen up0n the land of life.
Forgotten on the Bookshelf By Ian D. February 9, 2006 Forgotten on the bookshelf, forgotten on the stand. Forgotten while the reader has a new book at hand. Its old and dusty pages, have hoped for readers' eyes, Yet all remembrance of it slowly slips and dies. The cover is a filthy mess, the bind is ripped and worn. The pages left ajar, only to be torn. Forgotten on the bookshelf, forgotten on the stand, Yet its power still resides in a faraway land.	Outdoors By Danny G. February 16, 2006 An eagle soars above my head then it swoops down to find a meal. I look up in the sky to see ten puffy white clouds. I also see the sun and the light gets in my eyes. I watch the trees wave back and forth as if they are waving at me. I see bugs flying around, A butterfly as free as the moon, Flowers growing bigger and bigger, Snow as white as a rabbit's fur, A sunset of pink, yellow, purple, and orange, A rainbow smiles above my body. Then I think the outdoors is amazing!
Snow By Matthew M. March 16, 2006 Fluffy little clouds of cotton Soft white blanket laying on the ground! Many flying flakes in front of me. Like being caught in a giant pillow fight! Cold, crackling steps As I walk to school I hear a roar-- A roar of a truck! Orange snowplow pushing the flakes away. Fresh fallen snow!	Colors By Jennifer L. March 23, 2006 Green is the color of an avocado growing, Red is cranberry juice that's sweet and sour, Purple is a plum that's just picked, squishy and warm, Blue is the sky at night with many stars, Yellow is a golden lemon, Orange is a pumpkin being carved on Halloween, White are pearls in the sea, Colors taste so good and look so pretty.
Dark Skin By Kerry McFadden March 30, 2006 No sun burns A unique type of beauty No feeling bad about making fun of people darker But still a tragic past Poor great, great grandparents Going through slavery and unfairness Sitting in the backs of the buses Waiting for a miracle But now America is what it was made to be A peaceful country where Americans live free	Day and Night By Roshni B. April 6, 2006 At daytime, I see the clouds moving, the sun shining, grass swaying, oceans roaring, waterfalls splashing, rocks standing still. At night time, I see the moon glowing, the stars sparkling and shining in the darkness of the night, lights flashing, people sleeping, and dreams flashing.
Spring By Max B. April 13, 2006 As the sun rises up, I see buds and raccoons appearing and scurrying. I hear kids, birds, and bells playing, chirping, and ringing. As in years past, spring comes again.	Colors By Michael D. April 27, 2006 Silver is shiny armor on a warrior fighting Yellow is a fast Lambourgini racing Blue is a fish swimming in the bowl Red is a heart - alive and beating Gold is Ms. Rausch's big glasses that make us laugh Brown is the color of an ox chasing people Green is a dragon flying in the air.
Spring Life By Kevin P. May 4, 2006 Spring life is the nature and wind all around you. The trees, the grass, and the sand is like your best friend. Taking a nap in the shade and waking from the most tremendous daydream. The hope of a daydream always gets better than ever. That is spring life!	The Joy of Spring By Jenna H. May 11, 2006 Tweet, tweet I hear the birds Flowers bursting, Rabbits hopping, Animals being born, Green grass growing, Butterflies fluttering, Bumblebees making honey, Buds popping out on a warm day, That's springtime!
Butterflies By Francesca B. May 18, 2006 Butterflies are like glittering stars. Butterflies are like roses blowing in the wind. Butterflies are colorful, blue, red, green, and yellow. I cherish the butterfly flying in the air.	World By Anthony O. May 25, 2006 Round, enormous, Turning, floating, twirling, Blue oceans, white clouds, Brown land, green grass Sphere
The Wind By Aditi A. June 1, 2006 The air waving my hair all wild as it blows like the Big Bad Wolf. Roars like a vicious terrifying loud monster. The loudest blowing air anyone can hear. Oh - wind is delightful!	Nature By Meera S. June 8, 2006 Nature is the wide open sea making sounds. Swish! Swish! Nature is the wind howling. Ooooo! Ooooo! Nature is the leaves on the trees falling down. Thump! Thump!
What is Blue? By Daesha G. June 15, 2006 Blue is the sky on a nice summer's day. A tear that comes from a sad face, A gust of wind blowing into your space. Blue is the color of some people's hair, The color of a blue jay's tail Winding down the woodland trail. The scarf around the lady's neck so sweet, And a ball rolling down the city street. My mom's car, my bike, and my favorite shirt that I like. A hydrangea in bloom in the month of May, And a baseball hat when they start to play. My teacher's eyes staring at me, Blue as the night and deep as the sea	Peace By Daesha G. October 5, 2006 Peace smells like . . . The wind blowing into some blueberry pie and back to me. A daisy on the tip of my nose-- That's what peace is. Peace looks like . . . My teacher Ms. Marchand - she is so smart. A butterfly flowing in the wind. Peace sounds like . . . My cat purring. A kid plunging into the pool. Peace tastes like . . . My mom's pasta. Sweet sour candy. Peace feels like . . . My mom giving me hugs and kisses.
Nature By Alanna U. October 11, 2006 In nature, you can hear the whispering wind. You can feel the air around you. You can feel the light touch of rain on your shoulders. You can hear the birds chirping. You can watch the flowers grow. You do do anything in nature. I love nature!	Color By Jonathan L. October 19, 2006 Red, like steaming fire Blue, the ocean water Gray as the koala climbing up trees Black as the dark night Yellow like an afternoon thunderstorm Orange like the evening sun Brown yaks moving like buffalo Green, the alligator searching for prey. Pink, a pig oinking White like the quail traveling the sky, All of the colors make me happy!
The Sun By Shannon R. October 25, 2006 Shining yellow like a bright yellow crayon, lighting up the light blue sky, shining up against the clouds. A remarkable sight! Like a yellow sheet flowing across the sky.	Halloween By Allison V November 1, 2006 A shimmering sphere lights the neighborhood, Diamond stars bright in the night, Candy - soft or sweet, Spider webs cover the spooky houses, Kids in costumes saying, "Trick or treat!"
The Autumn Walk Home By Anne F. November 8, 2006 Wind rips against my frigid, rosy, pink cheeks. My backpack sags below my waist. As I trudge down the sidewalk squirrels chase each other up trees and birds formed in a V head south for the winter. My ivory, jade, and blue sneakers crunch fallen leaves. The aroma of gasoline flows through my nostrils as a silver Camry whizzes by. I nestle into my fiery red puffy jacket and continue home.	A Moment By Maria N. November 15, 2006 I lie in the green grass, looking at the clouds slowly drifting by. A flock of birds flying like heaven sprinkling pepper on the earth A gentle breeze stroking my face, swifting side by side. A moment.
Lonely By Vy D. November 29, 2006 Dropping its arms onto the bare ground. Standing in the distance, far away from the houses. Watching kids playing happily while it just stands there. Its feet are sunken into the cocoa brown dirt. Nobody sitting in its cool shade. The sadness keeps on growing, as the sun is replaced by the moon.	Wavy Shore By Michael M. December 6, 2006 Fizzzz . . . . The water gently bumping into several giant boulders on the rocky, sandy shore. The rapid current flying between the rocks so fast it could take you out to the ocean effortlessly. A white seagull sitting on a tall rock, waiting for a bite to eat.