In the Winter
by Timothy L., sixth grade, Seattle
The cold wind wisps like a whistle blowing,
Fresh falling snow softly flowing,
Sparkling white dust glittery glowing.
Together they stood in frosty weather,
Huddled like birds of the feather,
And they’ll play, wishing they could forever.
They brought to the mountain-like snowy hills their sleds,
Sliding, rolling, ending up on their heads,
Then hiking back to hot chocolate and warm beds.
A big group of friends playing games and singing songs,
Joyfully having fun all the day long,
Relationships are good, so how could they be wrong?
Delicious snacks are provided there at this winter wonderland,
This place is meant for bonding, together the children stand,
A peaceful place where children sing, hand in hand,
How could creating relationships be wrong, here in this big white and frosty, snow-covered, magical wonderland?
Washington State
by Timothy L., sixth grade, Seattle
Water flows around the rocks,
After that into the docks.
See the trees,
Happy bees,
In this beautiful green land.
Nothing at all can compare,
Grand beauty everywhere.
This is great,
Oh so good,
Nothing at all can compare.
Steller’s Jay Haiku
by Kainoa, second grade, Seattle
Blue and beautiful
hunting, diving, chirping loud
flying gracefully
Kainoa wrote this Steller’s Jay haiku for a school assignment where kids were encouraged to sit outside for 5-10 minutes and use their senses to discover inspiration for their poems. He also studied this bird in school last year and ever since then he’s become an avid Steller’s Jay spotter. We moved to a new neighborhood recently and one of the trees in our yard is filled with Steller’s Jays. He enjoys observing them and listening to their calls. He also did a painting to go along with the poem.
The Painters
by Isabella M., sixth grade, Woodinville
We are the painters.
With buckets at our feet,
And brushes in hand,
We paint on the empty canvases
Of our lives.
With reds and blues and yellows
With the steady brushstrokes
Of time.
The colors are forever changing
With the ebb and flow
Of life.
But me?
I own the colors you can’t describe,
The colors that bear
No Name.
They are deep and sad
And shallow and joyful.
I paint with colors
You could only imagine.
There are no
Reds and blues and yellows
For me.
The Phone Stealer
by Van S., third grade, Seattle
It all started in town square.
Yes, it all started there.
There, the thing was awoken
Just by a coffee cup broken.
It started earthquakes and fires
And brought down Fred Meyers
And then it found my phone
And left us all alone.
And my phone, I still lack
but if I steal it, It will come back!
Christmas Day
by Emma A., third grade, Redmond
It’s Christmas day! Hooray, hooray! Santa has come to spread Christmas cheer, even
though he does it every year. We look for Santa all out through the day, but I guess he might
have flown away. We open our presents when we give up, I look to see if he drank the milk in
the cup. He ate his cookies and flew out of sight. I think he flew over the moon that night. We eat
our breakfast, so yummy and merry. Then, we go to the library. We look at some books, and then
we go home. I call my friends on the phone. I send them all love and merry, jolly cheer. That’s
what happened on Christmas this year.
Creativity
by Baivik P., third grade, Sammamish
Oh creativity, you are just like the greatest activity.
I have great ideas when you are here.
Ideas only my brain can hear.
Some people just do not have creativity.
I think it is because of negativity.
Creativity should be shared,
and that is how it is going to be everywhere!
Margot S, 2nd Grade, Seattle
Birds going tee tee and caw caw
My sneakers sometimes rub up again the pavement
making a sound like this
cht cht
Dog smell is stinky
Sonny’s dog toy wet and cold
his bone has teeth marks
The humming bird that comes here every morning’s wings flutter and it sips from flowers.
Love
by Marley G., Seattle
Love is everything
One day love will come to everyone
Love carries on the world
Keep loving
Emotion Poem called Satisfied
by Marley G., Seattle
Satisfied is sky blue
It sounds like waves crashing
It tastes like plump blueberries
Its smells like pineapple juice
Satisfied feels like falling in love
Satisfied is freshly picked lavender
by Clara H., first grade, Seattle
Beavers they are sad
They can run jump and play but
No school for them
(this poem is about me and my school-with the beavers for a mascot not being able to go to school)
by Anastasia P., fourth grade, Shoreline
I have a dog named Pound
He makes a lot of sound
He laughs he sings
He does a trick called the Hoola-Rings
But I love him so
So don’t tell me he’s weird
I know I know
He is a hound
That I found
In the night
While the moon shined bright
I brought him back
To my home in my backpack
I have a dog named Pound
He makes a lot of sound
He laughs he sings
He does a trick called the Hoola-rings
But I love him so
So don’t tell me he’s weird
I know I know
Being Born
by Annabel E., fourth grade, Seattle
Entering the world:
you gaze up, see someone safe.
You will have a home.
“Being Born,” by Annabel
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