Poem of the Day: 9 Apr 2005

Cold breeze comes
Through the open
Window I shiver and
Put on my
Coat.

Nico G. (Middle School, 2004-5) (p#34)

It is chilly
leaves crunch like leaves
grass quivers.
The tree’s leaves turn colors
maroon, radiant yellow, and a
wicked orange. The sky
turns pale blue. Vivid
red apples falling into a
basket, little squirrels
looking for acorns,
leaves linger on their
branches. Leaves look
at their luminous colors
admirably.

Elizabeth P. (Middle School, 2004-5) (p#35)

The trees sway like the dancers gliding along the empty stage.
The breeze sings like voices longing to sing.
The beauty of nature is waiting...

Sophia M. (Middle School, 2004-5) (p#36)