I see leaves.
I hear people picking pumpkins.
I smell apples.
I taste apples trees.
I feel leaves falling on me.
Brentwood Elementary
K
your vision, your voice
I see leaves.
I hear people picking pumpkins.
I smell apples.
I taste apples trees.
I feel leaves falling on me.
Brentwood Elementary
K
Stop
Ow!
Katie
Book
A red juice.
Brentwood Elementary
K
I see pumpkins.
I hear leaves crunch
I smell apple
I taste pie
I feel leaves
Brentwood Elementary
K
I see leaves.
I hear the snakes.
I smell the leaves.
I taste the crunchy leaves.
I feel the soft leaves.
Brentwood Elementary
K
I see colorful leaves
I hear leaves crunch
I smell crispy apples
I taste apples
I feel breeze
Brentwood Elementary
K
Marker
Heart
Dots
Crayon
Box
Top of the glue
Bottom of the glue
Brentwood Elementary
K
Red reminds me of madness
Red reminds me of the sunset
Red reminds me of when friends get frustrated
Red reminds me of Santa Claus
Red reminds me of Santa Claus’ Hat
Red reminds me of love
Red reminds me of how me and Aven are friends together
Red reminds me of pugs
Red reminds me of red lips
Red reminds me of teddy bears
Brentwood Elementary
K
Christmas is the happiest time of the year
It is full of fun and good cheer
You never are sad
You should be very glad
That you made it throughout the year
Christmas is the cherry on the cake
We all want to meet santa
But that’s not always a choice
Hopefully you’re on the nice list
Or you won’t be getting your new dog
All your family comes to your home
To celebrate the good year
And maybe this year you will want a comb
And if you want to make your dad happy
you could buy him some… Dr. Pepper
Gorzycki Middle School
7
Sometimes the sun
is too bright
And too far
To follow.
Sometimes a rose
Is too small
And too pitiful
To pick.
And sometimes I see better
By the light of the moon
And dance easier
On the green, green grass.
When I look up I’d like
To see stars and a sky
So dark it could
Swallow me whole.
And when I lay still
I hear crickets
Wondering aloud
If they’ll ever get home.
Fulmore Middle School
8
Light fog above the dawning horizon
Like steam slowly rising from my coffee
Stationary on the table
As I look out at the slowly rising sun.
Later, I’ll wander small alleys and crowded markets
As the sun shines above me glistening
The streets and the water
Like a melting pot of old and new.
My eyes will light the scene
Of freshly baked pastry in windows,
Museum masterpieces right there
While people live their daily lives here.
It feels like home to sit and drink coffee
And imagine the place I’ve never lived
But have always loved.
With art, language, and nature
With beauty, strangers, and myself.
Fulmore Middle School
8