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Haiku by Erika Smith, Age 10, May 2004
bees sucking nectar
they pollinate the flowers...
along come more sprouts
red, blue, pink, purple
soaring high in the sky
aren't butterflies cool
Pandas
Oh pandas are beautiful creatures, They are black
and white and rare, They come in different sizes And have a lot of hair!!!
They prefere to be cold and damp, And
spend most of their time on mountains, They also like to be near water Such as lakes and gushing fountains.
They
live in Western China And usually eat Bamboos Unlike Dogs who chew All our favourite shoes!!!!
By Hannah London,
UK Age 9
The Old Lonely Crow
In
the bleak winter landscape Like a speck in the snow Over bare fields and bare forests flies the old lonely crow.
When
the night comes early And the cold winds blow There is little to comfort The old lonely crow.
When he was
a youngster He flew with the flock Now he's old and grey feathered And can't fly a lot.
Now he's old and
bent backed And terribly thin He looks over the field That he will soon rest in.
His mind casts back Over
many a year When he flew with the flock And his family was near.
So he sits for a while At the set of the
sun And knows in his heart That his race has been run.
By Robert
Age 13
Lily Flower
Little Lily flower, Sits alone under the brush. No
neighbors at all, Except an unblossomed bud. The fading sun gently sits upon her pink soft petals, And shadows begin
to appear on her only home, The pond. Tall grass and dead weeds drape over her, As if to cover up her loneliness. Her
only friends, The dark green lily pads, And even they are swallowed up under the shadows. She knows the unblossomed
bud will never blossom, For little Lily flower, Sits alone under the brush.
By Jennifer Age 12 New York
Nature's Song
The green trees of the forest are as green as the sky is blue. The
birds sing like angels and fly upon the breeze. The river flows in the sunlight sparkling like a moon beam. The
leaves crunch loudly underneath my feet. Nature sings its wonderful song for all eternity.
By Madelinn F.
Age 10
New York
The Fox
A quick flash of copper
Through the bramble and brush,
Petite, gentle pawsteps
On grasses so lush.
A bushy red tail
With a gleaming white crown,
Miniscule; playful,
He resembles a hound.
So swift and agile,
So cunning and sly,
So crafty and clever,
A gleam in his eye.
His jaw slightly open,
His nose to the air,
Prey-scent hangs heavy,
The scent of a hare.
Crouching with stealth
At the first light of dawn,
A leap and a pounce,
And the red fox is gone.
By Caitlin
Massachusetts
Age 12
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