The fluffy cloud daydreamed of a soaring eagle.
The shiny star winked at the blooming blossom.
The clear ocean whispered to the spring sun.
by Samantha, fourth grade poet
The river cried when it fell from the cliff.
The ocean yelled when it hit the shore.
The wind whistled loud in the air.
by Troy, fourth grade poet
The cold river thought about a warm spring.
The fierce wind stumbled over the flowers that just
The snowy mountains whispered, "It's not winter anymore."
by Elizabeth, fourth grade poet
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I look at the ocean
and the reflection of the sun
calls me into the deep
waiting with danger all around
with sharks, squids, and octopi
waiting for the ship to sail
waiting for someone to dive in
knowing the dangers
lowing the cage
submerging himself until
everything comes to life.
by Jonathon, sixth grade poet