Two poems by Jackson L, age 8, NY : The Blue Sky The blue sky shines blue like a blueberry With the bright sun on it Like a sunny side up egg with white clouds just like bright white paint A blue sky A blue sky The Forest The forest is filled with wonder with owls and hawks with streams and frogs It is a lovely place and it is wild like a tiger You sleep in a tent The camp fire wams you up you would love it there | The Old Maple Tree Sap sticks and spills And drips down far, From the hole in the maple tree, In the backyard.
With branches so gnarled, And leaves so thin, The old maple is like a friend, Or kin.
In the summer I climb her, Shaking her leaves, In winter, She wilts, And I will grieve.
And when her leaves turn yellow, And orange, And red, I watch her leaves fall, From the seat of my bed.
Sap sticks, and spills, And drips down far, From the hole in the maple tree, In the backyard. By Cameron Lawrence, age 10 |