a tree at wartime

hi I wrote this poem for the remembrance day ceremony at my new school , hope you like it.

here i stand 
watching the solders run 
they can run
they can hide
we can't
 we are rooted to our spots 
they keep fighting 
day 
and night 
but why here? 
what have we done 
us trees ?
never fighting 
with no borders 
having to watch 
the others fall 
the others explode 
the others kill 
the others die 
waiting for them 
to blow us up 
with bombs meant to destroy the other side
but they kill us too 
a tree 
at war 
nature 
gone 

My Nature Poem ~ Fiona

Today is Earth day so today poetry club went outside to write poems about our earth and nature.
Here is the poem that I wrote:

Nature

Summer breezes
Winter teases
Rain falls
Flower walls
Outside you can play
and sway
To the tree's beat

Bright, shining sun
Kids and cats run
Nature is fun

Bumble bees
Drifting leaves
Digging dirt
Berries Squirt

Nature acts Bezurk

By: Fiona H.

The Thorn -by Gabby

The Thorn

 

If you go into the woods

and hear

 a snap and a crack

you will know the Thorn is there waiting for a snack.

You do not look behind for you will not know what your eyes will see
because of the thunderous crack.
You smell the thorn's eternal stench
like mouldy meat and who-knows-what
You turn around and you see black
You slide right down a perfect snack.

 

The End

 

 No wait there's more

Did you know the Thorn is not a carnivore?
If you did
Well good for you,
If you didn't
well now you know too.

So it couldn't have been the Thorn
that just ate you.
It could have been the monserous malump
or
the gigantic giant
or
maybe
it was just a dream.
If it wasn't a dream you were lucky
those monsters do not chew.

 

Helpful Site

Here is a very cool website that might help you write poems,when you type a word it find a bunch of rhymes.
Here is the site!

-Fiona

Snowflakes--A Poem About Winter's Treat of Snow

I know it's summer and the snow is melting, but it is still good once in a while to look back to the snowy days.

Snowflakes

snowflakes
falling gentely
drifting slowly
with a gift
of it's own
fighting
to get the place
one a cherry red tongue

Where the snow melts
like never before
it's always ones dream
to melt
just like a popsicle
melting on a warm summer day
to be where
the snowflake is
right now
in the tongue
so gentle
so sweet
just like the touch of a heart

cheeks of warmth
chills of cold
what a wonderful snowflake it is

By: Fiona Haugen

My Poem -Finley

Summer
i know it's summer when I scrape my knees
i climb up trees
with branches throughout the  oak
I poke 
The tree
That so rudely stands in front of me
did you think that a tree could be so rude 
Teens pass and say "hey dude"
I say hello
And listen to my playlist called mellow
Oh what a day
Oh what a week
Oh what a SUMMER


Created and published by Finley Briggs-Webb

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