You sit there in my palms Wondering what it would be Like to be played with Your whiskers are astray and wild You are a mysterious image in my mind You look gentle but sad I would like to know my friend How old you really are How you wound up here in my hands …
Hidden The sky has been painted Shadowing the lake, Hiding secrets Underwaters Rocks Scraping the sky Frozen Never moving forward by Paris, Grade 5 Hetch Hetchy Reservoir, Yosemite Photo Lyn Hoopes Art instruction by Catherine Raynes
Vincent’s Chair Chair like gold standing strong on four legs sparks of red crackling behind you, cold tiles of bright orange red, chair you give Vincent a place to think and sit. by Grace, grade 3 Art instruction by Darlene Joos Study of Vincent Van Gogh
Little Eyes See the soul Flames lighting Up the sky Eyes Blank with Innocence Not harmful Not scary A treasure Like stars in the Sky Wet from a Past dip Scaley but Smooth See the soul Black eyes staring back at you With a glisten and a glow Shining True soul you never Knew No …
Secret Garden Violet flowers deep pink sea peas emerald leaves silent crowns and fairy rings slowly open, dawn light sings patches where the deer do sleep slowly, calmly, dawn does creep swaying in the lighted breeze crescent moons of hidden leaves slowly falling one by one mystery hides under leaves and roots quietly, an owl …
1,2,3 make a wish let the seeds flutter like parachutes let them fall on the ground falling on the ground like snowflakes seeds shaped like flowers Erin Y.
High in a tree with feathers of brown and white the mighty hawk waits patiently to strike His fierce, unblinking eyes spot mice and as silent as dawn he gives them a surprise. by Ethan, Grade 7
Tumbling down its journey beginning whispering secrets in the rocks and crags whispy tendrils curling round shrouded in mystery curtains flowing by Suddenly crash! It leaps over a ridge waterfall’s origin showers of liquid gold in the afternoon sunlight glistening sparkling white water does cartwheels A calm pool awaits the arrival of thunder It rides …
Cliff I wait for the fridged winter to pass, for the dead to walk and be happy again. I wait for everyone’s thoughts to come plummeting down my galexy plummeting my thoughts glowing down. Then, in a sparkle like a star, my first drop comes showering down. Everything stops but every thing flows. Time keeps ticking on. …
What is this staircase? Shining in the sky? Constructed of dreams and hopes, And stars in the sky. It gleams with constellations And planets and moons, The Milky Way, And me and you. It has swirling galaxies, And glittering stars, Shining like new snowflakes Near and afar. What is this staircase? Why was it built? …