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Did you ever notice the leaves talk?
Whispers in spring, quiet like my little sister sneaking in beside me for a late night snuggle.
On blustery summer days they sound like my little brother, joyfully stomping and calling out, “Look at me, look at me!”
In autumn they are like my Nana’s knees when she gets up from the couch. Crunch. Crunch.
But in winter the leaves are silent.
And I wonder, are they sleeping or just talking in a way I can’t understand?

Connor, age 6, is a first grader at Penn Wynne Elementary School in Wynnewood, PA. He enjoys being outside in nature, reading, rhyming words, and building Legos.

The rain has been streaking down all day.
The world is gray as an old photograph.
Then the sun emerges and turns the rain into gold.
Now the rain is a diamond clear and beautiful.
Rain turns the leaves into emeralds.
Rain glitters like rubies on the sidewalk.
Rain is pearls clanking onto the ground.
Rain has transformed the sky into a sapphire.

 

 

Ari is a 3rd grader at PJDS. At school, he loves reading and writing (his favorite genre is fantasy). Outside of school, he enjoys tennis and soccer and is learning lacrosse. He is also learning acoustic guitar

When it’s dusk, I really must
Know your secret, dusk
When I say I must, I have to know!
You’re really great. You put on a show.
How do you make those lights shine bright?
How do you make those colors not shy? I would really like to try.
How do you make those colors glow? I really ought to know.
What I want to know most is something new
Something no one has ever asked you
How do you get so beautiful?
When it’s dusk, I really must
Know your secret, dusk.
When I say I must, I have to know.
You really do put on a show.

Paul is a kind and intensely curious boy whose intelligence and creativity find an outlet in writing poetry. He spends much of his time pursuing outside interests such as martial arts, piano, and performing in plays. Paul is a loving son and he enjoys playing with his friends and younger siblings. This poem came from a workshop from Mrs. Strong’s Third Grade Class at Neeta Elementary School.

Baseball, baseball is the sport I play

I play, I play, I play all day

I like to dive

I like to slide

I like to run from side to side

Most of all, I like to hit

I like to hit and I like to spit

I like to spit the seeds I bit!

I like to catch

I like to fetch

I like to fetch what I’m supposed to catch!

I like the games I play in

I like the hotels I stay in

We love to laugh

We love to play

But when it’s time to compete, we’re on our feet!

It’s great to steal, plus a really big deal

Over the stands we see waving hands

We listen to the “Star Spangled Banner,” being sure to mind our manners

We have our heads held up high, like the blue, cloudy sky

We love having support for our most favorite sport.

 

 

Luke Anderson loves baseball and has three siblings. He plays travel soccer and baseball. In his free time he likes to hang out with his friends and he loves pizza! He’s in third grade, and his favorite color is blue. This poem came from a workshop from Mrs. Strong’s Third Grade Class at Neeta Elementary School.

Fall
In fall leaves change color and start to fall
We play football, soccer, and go back to school
We like to go on hayrides, tractors, and sit by bonfires at night
People decorate for Halloween
Our town is filled with pumpkins, vampires, ghosts, and trick-or-treaters
Fall is windy and we feel the cool breezes
At Thanksgiving we like to eat turkey, stuffing, and mashed potatoes
We can smell turkeys roasting and pies baking as we sit with our families by the fireplace
Fall is awesome!

Winter 
The soft, moist, cold snow falls from the clouds
We sled, have snowball fights, and make snowmen
We put on our hats, coats, and gloves to ice-skate on the frozen lakes
We smell cookies baking and hot fireplaces
We wait for Santa to bring presents by our green, decorated Christmas trees
We drink hot cocoa with marshmallows on cold winter days!

Spring 
Spring is rainy, warm, sunny, and fun!
Baby animals begin to be born
We see squirrels, birds, and baby rabbits
We like to play baseball and basketball
The flowers and trees start to bloom
We pick strawberries, cherries, and flowers for our moms on Mother’s Day
We like to eat ice cream, strawberries, and water ice
On Easter, we find eggs and eat candy
Spring means that school is almost over
Spring is really cool!

Summer 
Summer is hot and sunny
We like to play baseball, soccer, lacrosse, and hockey
We swim at the beach and play in the sand
The ocean is blue, wet, cool, and filled with waves
We make sandcastles and find seashells in the hot, hot sand
On the 4th of July we see flashing, bright, rainbow-colored fireworks in the black night sky
We love to eat ice cream on hot sunny days
At night we cheer for the Phillies and cool off in the pool.
Summer is the best!

I erase all but the perfect few
To Technicolor tempers once consuming my page:
I’m glad I don’t remember you.

Silhouettes etched, every rainbow hue,
My illegible nomads exit left of the stage—
I erase all but the perfect few.

Author’s lost purpose tilts appeals askew,
Prostrate imperfections wipe clean with rage—
I’m glad I don’t remember you.

Your written life I misconstrued,
And ignored your pleas for unbounded age—
I erase all but the perfect few.

I colored yellow to replace your blue,
A happy release from white paper cage—
I’m glad I don’t remember you.

I rewrote before you grew
As only the acceptable survive editing’s outrage.
I erase all but the perfect few,
And I’m glad I don’t remember you.

Tree branches swinging
Gently on a summer wind
Birds spread their small wings

The water reflects
A beautiful scene for boats
Floating down the stream

The sun shines brightly
Down on passersby smiling
A radiant beam

What a wonderful
Day to be out on a stream
Letting it carry

You to a new place
So you can see the beauty
and wish to be new.