your vision, your voice
The spirit inside the tree
Is full of unrest.
She thinks I have come
To take away her host.
Instead I embrace the tree,
And the branches are tickling
The trunk is thick and full of love.
Then I see a sapling.
A tree, who in time,
Could grow mountains high,
But for now it is young
With dreams to soar and fly.
Deep in the foliage,
A sapling I found.
Its mother tree then led it away
Away without a sound.
Zilker Elementary
5
They say I can’t see
Just because my eyes won’t let in the light illuminating the world around me
They say I can’t hear
Just because my ears can’t comprehend the noise and bustle that pass through them
But oh how wrong they are
For not only can I see
I have x-ray vision
I can look within my soul and have the power to look into others
And I have hearing better than Superman
I hear sounds deep within the earth that no other can hear
I hear the heartbeat of the world
The gentle singing of mother earth
I have seen things that no other has seen
I have heard things that no other has heard
I have done things no other has done
I have been and will always be Helen Keller
Pease Elementary
5
Sitting in the garden.
Listening to the birds.
Such pretty songs they sing,
Even though there are no words.
Along comes a lady bug looking for aphids.
I lay my hand on the stone next to her,
And she climbs onto my finger.
She waits a moment
Then flies away.
Good day
Good day!
Fairfield Academy
5
The mirror and I are related
in the sense that we both reflect (reflect)
It’s an image the mirror has created
while for me, it’s sound I erect (erect)
Have you ever yelled “Hello!” in a cave
and hear me answer, never to lack (lack)?
That was caused by many a sound wave
bouncing off a surface and back (back)
Whenever this happens it seems to fill you with joy (joy)
so you call again and again
not caring if you begin to annoy (annoy)
even if it does so to a thousand men
So next time you stop by
make sure to be ready for fun (fun)
for when you cheer into the sky
The fun we’ll have is sure to stun (stun)
Canyon Creek Elementary
5
I am a flame.
I give you warmth and light.
On cold winter nights I am constantly moving,
Showing dances of where I am from.
You talk and sing while I am close by.
You can never lose me.
I might put out a spark if you put too much butter on the bread in the toaster oven.
I don’t think I am a danger to you,
But you scream and put the cold form of my enemy on me where you touch me.
I don’t like it when I am told to be safe around.
If you were wondering, my greatest enemy is water.
Water stops my warmth and light.
My second greatest enemy is sand.
But you,
You want my warmth and light,
So you won’t stop me.
Bryker Woods Elementary
5
They talked about things I did not know.
They sang songs I’d never heard.
They looked at things in ways I could not see.
Sometimes, when people say words or sayings,
they would laugh and cover their mouths.
Sometimes they think things that I can’t think.
They read things in ways that I can’t read.
They scramble things up in my brain.
They talk in whispers while staring at me.
They wear things I could never wear,
and use things I could never use.
They say something new and everyone knows what it is,
but I don’t.
I feel alone.
All day I keep having a thought that pops into my brain.
Just do it!
But No no no no No!
I can’t change.
I am me.
I am me AND I like it that way.
Bryker Woods Elementary
5
If there were not bad silence,
we could live in world where conversations ended well.
Where conversations would be done without that weird awkwardness.
A world where if you heard the most amazing conversations,
they would be worth it …because we all know that awkward silence ruins every conversation.
And we would not try to make conversations go longer,
just to avoid the silence.
Bryker Woods Elementary
5
I ride in the car.
I hold on tightly to my pet.
Every bump, the water sloshes on me,
the bumps you barely notice until you are holding a fish.
Just a short drive can leave you
soaked, like the ocean.
I have chosen to accept the water,
Although every time it sloshes I feel the cold chill of it.
You wish for the ride to be over.
Five more minutes I hear.
I am the water.
I see the house where we are dropping my pet at.
The car stops,
more water on me.
I am soaked but we are finally here.
Bryker Woods Elementary
5
On a cold winter’s night I sat by the fire
Sipping hot cocoa, it couldn’t be finer.
As I watched the fire dance
I saw a Knight and he had a lance.
Wrapped in a blanket, I climbed out of my chair
And offered him cocoa, I had plenty to spare.
Next thing I knew he had mounted his horse.
I bid him good night as he galloped away,
Hoping I’d see him again someday.
The fire it crackled
And then a witch cackled.
Then I woke up from my dream.
The fire died down and I fell asleep
Back to the land of sweet dreams
Back to the land of sweet dreams.
Fairfield Academy
5
The air smells fresh,
Springtime’s such a glory.
As I watch the children laugh and play,
Oh how it really makes my day.
Oak Tree chuckles while the birds sing,
And whispers to Rose Bush:
“Listen to that tone ring!”
As the sun glitters with that shimmer and shine.
With a blink of the eye, summer is here,
Not a single cloud in sight.
The breeze ruffles my green and healthy leaves
Blocking some heat, while the sun is still bright.
Our neighbor, Treehouse, is crawling with kids about,
Children screaming and children chasing.
I see her glance longingly towards us,
As the sky was painted pink and orange after all that fuss.
Now it is autumn, the nights are getting chilly,
My leaves were dyed red, my friends eyed them with envy.
A soothing breeze calms us all down,
All the people have ended their day.
I watched in horror as Oak Tree’s leaves started dropping,
Leaving nothing but bare branches underneath.
Winter will be here soon, we will need to warm up,
But not if our only clothes won’t stay up.
“Brr!” I woke up to see the frost on me,
As the jingle bells sounded and the sky bled to gray.
A cold wind passes by, making Rose Bush shiver,
It’s a bit difficult to bear this type of day.
Midnight has arrived, bringing slightly more snow,
I look up to see a man riding in the clouds.
His vehicle powered by eight little creatures,
They sure don’t seem to mind the cold!
Waking up again, a warm wind rushes past,
Once again seeing the young play
And the elderly relax
Nature is going to start getting busy again.
Canyon Creek Elementary
5