Pat's Learning Adventure - POEMS

POEMS

Poetry in the Little Village 4/1/06 PDF format

We are a Tree
We are a tree Planted in our new beginning Growing tall and strong together Sucking knowledge from our teachers Balancing on our firm new roots Growing Strong willed trunk Individual, independent branches Reaching out and up for knowledge The fruit of our minds ripening Sharing our shade with a sun burned passerby Many wonderful leaves We are a tree
by the group on 9/8/2005

I am…
I am a tree tall and strong. I whip in the wind Bending but I am rooted in my way. I change and move on and come back reach to the sky the sun I am a home for little creatures new ideas I am colorful at times I blend in with other giving you shade Sometimes I stand alone Sometimes I am a part of a bigger picture a forest
I am a storm raging and whaling I rain down crash I light up your world I cause damage tear and rip I shake and shatter rebuild and renurture frighten and fight l am fragile l calm move on and dry of
l am a river flowing and rushing l oohs over sharp rocks and great depths l shape canyons and fill valleys overflow and retreat almost to disappearance I thunder by crashing and splashing I babble whining and weaving uncontrollable uninhabitable Uninfluencable
by Anna Kann

Birds Poem By: Patrick Vecera In this frigid, frozen corner of the world Birds are freezing Shivering, fluffing their feathers. Billowy bouncing balls Flying through the blinding bright sky Bumping into each other Looking for food. Find it in my front yard.
Winter Poem By: Clare Lanaghan It is bitter bright The sun bounces on the snow Blinding the world. Air, fresh and clean As warm fog it floats from frozen throats. The ever cold gnaws on the noise quieting the world, padding the earth’s ears. Winter moves everything Slower and slower more and more quiet.
Ethan’s Haunted Winter Poem By: Ethan Kline I feel the ghostly hands of winter chill, goose bumps on my skin. The wind moans with the voices of cold dead howling for their revenge. I smell the skeleton wind that runs through cemeteries Swirling and twirling Dancing to death. I taste the icy, freezing phalanges as the wind bites. I see the dark falling to winter’s last stand.
Frozen F alls By Kyler Paterson Winter waterfalls Look like giant jewels Hanging from the sky Glittering rainbows Bouncing around Like fireflies The sudden sound of ice cracking Like diamond dynamite exploding In the fearful, frozen ice. HOW WINTER RULES by Tiarnan Fox WINTER RETRNS ANIMALS HIDE FROM SOFT, SIVER SNOWFLAKES. TREES BLINDED BY THE WONDERFUL WHITE WINTER WAIT FOR THEIR LANKY LION LEAVES. . FIERCE FIRE THE NIGHT GUARD KEEPS THE HOUSE WARM AND SAFE.
Winter World By Megan Kann I smell clean cracking ice. I feel the frigid filangies of the winter wind pick at my comfy clothes. All I see is burning bright, paper white. I sink into the shoveled snow as the north wind comes. We go as the breeze. I dance away to fire warm houses.

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