Frogs
by Sharon (5 years old)

The frogs like to stay
in the green tall grass at night.
The frogs like to lay
under the grass with leaves on top.
The frogs like to jump
onto green lily pads
and jump into the water.

Wind and Storm
by Amy (7 years old)

Out in the wind, out in the storm
the clouds come moving,
the wind blows strong,
making a whistle song.
In the desert grass dies,
tumbleweeds roll on the roads
all night and all day.
Out in the wind, out in the shadow,
the birds fly
and the wolf howls.

Pigeon
by Alston (5 years old)

My dear little pigeon, I won’t hurt you.
If anybody shoots you
I will pick you up and hold you.
But he flew away when I told him that.

The Sun
by Cathy (5 years old)

What’s it like when the sun comes out?
the clouds separate,
and there’s music for the birds and crickets
and it’s hard to get your breath
‘cause the air goes out
and you have to get the other air back in.
The rainbow is saying I love you.
Flowers taste this water from the rain.
Sun, sun, where are you going?
I am sun.
Moon, moon, where have you gone?
I have gone down to the forest.
The sun, the sun is a fireball.
The moon, the moon is a star.
The moon.

Blue Book
by Jessica (6 years old)
(written in a college examination book labeled ‘Blue Book’)

The sky is blue
The ground is blue
Everything is blue.
Blue in the sky
Blue on the ground
and on me.
Blue is a cooling color,
makes you want to settle down.
Your face turns blue
when you hold your breath
A blue bird flies in the blue sky
and then it eats blueberries.
In the winter
the ice is blue and
the water is blue
it gets so cold
it shivers you.
Oh, I like the blue.
The sky is always blue
In the nights it’s kind of black-blue.
1, 2, the sky is blue
1, 2, the ground is blue
1, 2, I am blue.
The End

Bouncing Raindrops
by Anna (6 years old)

When it hits the ground
the rain
goes up like little steeples.

Fall
by Carl (5 years old)

The leaves are falling
here and there, here and there,
just like a rug.
You can only hear
Squish squash, squish squash-
Teeny spikes of mud.

Flying
by Paul (5 years old)

When a butterfly flies on my hand
I can feel his wings…
How soft they are
Birds, birds in the dark
Fly on the branch…
and then stop.
Fly, flying fish,
Before the eagle gets you!

The Little Duck
by Wilma (3 years old)
There was a duck swimming in the water.
He forgot all about the things that were hard to bite,
and he bit some water, but it didn’t taste so good.
It made him gurgle it up again.
He swam too far down, and cried and cried
Because he didn’t know how to swim up.
He was too little.

Along came the mother duck flying.
She flied up the water and took him home
and put some dry clothes on him.
It’s no good for a little duck
to stay down in the water
waiting for his mother.
He get too cold.
Now he’s grown up—he’s as big as his mother.
He knows how to fly.Young Robins
by Anna (5 years old)
The babies flew out of the robin house
as easy as sand—as fast as sand –
as fast as your shovel can go in sand.

James
by Elliot (5 years old)
James is a nice Siamese cat.
I took him to bed –
and the doctor said not tot take him to bed—
and he was nice and warm too.
I cuddled him all up,
sometimes till ten and sometimes all night,
put him under my arm.
It felt nice and warm.
and he cuddled up next to me.
We used to get way down in the covers and look around.
James and I was pretending we was under leaves.

Seagulls
by Sigrid (6 years old)

Down by the sea I sat and watched
the seagulls flying up and down.
They were so white all over.
All their eyes were blue.