The sky seems endless. All of the birds fly in it. The huge blue abyss. Patrick Lusa, 11Stafford Springs, CT
Poetry-The-Seasons
The Seasons (A Poetry Cycle)
Winter Birch trees so brown and white Glowing in the moonlight Shaking trees In the howling breeze The tall trees Have falling leaves There is a bird’s nest Where it will rest It is so tall So do not fall Sleds sliding the snow Santa comes with a ho Frozen ice starts melting into water As it gets hotter The ski Was near the tree From the top of the tree You can see the sea The beautiful stream Is like a dream Frozen toes Are standing in the winter snows The snowman so tall He may fall The horse trudging through the snow Farmers do not need the hoe While bears go into hibernation The beautiful carnation blooms Santa’s hat Fell on a cat Rudolph’s nose Lit a hose That is how winter goes * * * Spring In the months of spring flowers bloom No more cold winter doom The melted ice turns into water Because it got hotter Blossoming trees In the cool breeze No more ice and snow So farmers need their hoe Birds are back Don’t say ack No more heavy rain for flowers Only April showers Baby animals are born Some have horns While bears wake from hibernation The beautiful carnation has bloomed Growing leaves On trees You need to use a hose Even when the spring wind blows That is how spring goes * * * Summer In the season of summer There is almost no bummer It is bright and sunny It is nice and funny Whisper in others’ ears Summer is here The holidays make everyone happy Don’t be snappy The summer breeze goes here and there It does not give a blast of air On July 4 it is Independence Day So watch the beautiful fireworks and say hey The leaves Stay on trees Everything is ripe People type Watch the beautiful sunset As you eat baguette Water the seeds with a hose And put the fertilizer that I chose This is how summer goes * * * Autumn Falling leaves In the howling breeze Trees are so tall Leaves still fall Birds flying south Turkey in your mouth Cold weather here and there Running and jumping mare Yellow, red, and orange falling leaves While the farmer heaves Piles of leaves on the road Being a heavy load Everyone is jumping Nobody is bumping Thanksgiving and Halloween are there Families having fun here and there The harvest is coming Farmers are humming The icy wind blows Mighty fine big boughs That is how autumn goes Vidhat Kartik, 9Saratoga, CA Avery Multer, 12Chicago, IL
Winter
The howl of the wind The crisp air And the crunching of boots on a bed of snow The brightest white you will ever see The evergreens struggle against the wind Micah Lim, 8Guilford, CT