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Deciduous,
by Zoe, Grade 4, Peabody Elementary School, Mass.
My
Mom said to Rake the Leaves, By Becca, Grade 3, Peabody
School, Mass.
If
We Could All Jump In and Run Through Life, Anonymous
Have
you ever been chased by a tree?, By Hannah, Grade 6, Cambridgeport
School, Massachusetts
When
you were born,
By Jake, 4th grade, Peabody School, Mass.
Pale
White Worms,
By Sarah, teacher at Cambridgeport School, Cambridge, Massachusetts
The
Tiny Tree, By Lidia, Grade 2, Haggerty School, Massachusetts
Haiku,
By Alexandra, Grade 4, Kennedy School, Massachusetts
Autumn,
By Elizabeth, Grade 5, Cambridgeport School, Cambridge, Mass.
Don't
Cut Those Trees Down!, By Elizabeth, Buckingham, Browne
& Nickols
School, Massachusetts
A
Stump in the Ground, By Jacob, Grade 4, Peabody, Massachusetts
The
Tree of Knowledge, by Melinda, Somerville, Massachusetts
Trees,
by Praise, 6th grade, Cambridge, Massachusetts
From
Seedling to Stump, Heather, 6th grade, Cambridge, Mass.
Untitled,
by Christina, grade 5, Heston School, Philadelphia
Untitled,
by Vanna, Philadelphia
Untitled,
by Maria, Philadelphia
Trees,
by Alesha, Philadelphia
Untitled,
by James, Hackett School, Philadelphia
Untitled,
by Heather, 7th grade, Stewart School, Pennsylvania
Deciduous
By: Zoe
Grade 4, Peabody Elementary School
Did you
do this, Deciduous?
Did you go bare on me?
For
when the warmth of the sun goes down
I'm standing here on the ground
When your leaves go bare
I'm here in my long underwear.
My
Mom said to Rake the Leaves
By Becca
Grade 3, Peabody School
My Mom said
to rake the leaves.
I said "NO, NO, not that please."
She said, " I guess you don't want fifty cents."
"Oh yes, Oh yes, oh yes, I do!"
I raked and
raked and raked some more.
My Mom gave me the money and I went to the store.
I got so much candy, it was so fun, so great, so dandy,
I hope you get to rake the leaves too,
But just don't get the candy flu.
If
We Could All Jump and Run Through Life
Anonymous
If we could
all jump and run through life
And live life for life
Not spend sixteen years analyzing
And not going too fast either
Because when you speed through you
Miss the beauty of
Rainbow painted playgrounds
Filled with smiles and swings
But then, if you stare too long
You begin to see the imperfections,
The ugliness
The grooves and cuts
Within the bark
Those gaping holes
That you wonder what's in there
And isn't that dark and evil?
But life isn't evil
Or maybe it is if you look too closely
The darkness of shade
Hiding all those devils of crime
Just take a step back and keep going
See the beauty of the whole.
Have you ever been chased by a tree?
By: Hannah
Grade 6, Cambridgeport School, Cambridge, Massachusetts
Have you ever
been chased by a tree?
One with long branchy arms?
A gnarly bark face?
One with many root legs
And on top of the head there are leaves?
Have you ever been chased by a tree?
Not me.
When
you were born
By
Jake
4th grade, Peabody School, Massachusetts
When you were
born
Did you catch rain with your spoons?
Droplets of sap look like sparkling gems
Did you make music when caught by the wind?
When did you
finally fall from your towering place?
With your brown spikey hands
You should have been able to hold yourself
Suspended in the air
Did your brothers
and sisters flee on your way down?
Or did some of them stay with you
Did you sleep in the ground?
Or dream of the tree
Pale
White Worms
By
Sarah, teacher at Cambridgeport School, Cambridge, Massachusetts
Pale white worms
forcing their way
Through the earth
Sucking in minerals
Seeking out water
Searching for food
To send
Up, up, up to the
Leaves above
On the branches
Stretched out
Winding down to
The pale white worms
The root worms
The wormroots
The lifeblood of the
Tree.
The
Tiny Tree
By Lidia
Grade 2, Haggerty School, Massachusetts
I went outside
to play one day
And found a tiny tree.
The tree was really very tiny
Exactly as big as me!
I usually don't notice a tree
But today I noticed it especially
Because it exactly looked like me.
Its branches looked like arms,
Its trunk was nearly split
So it kind of took the shape of
Ripped blue jeans
And that totally looks like me.
Haiku
By Alexandra
Grade 4, Kennedy School, Massachusetts
Crab Apple
Just like falling
snow
White petals in the springtime
Flutter to the ground
Trees Sway
in the Wind
Gorgeous sky
scrapers
With branches, leaves and blossoms
Swaying in the wind
Autumn
By Elizabeth
Grade 5, Cambridgeport School, Cambridge, Massachusetts
Autumn, I think,
is the loveliest time of all.
With all those
leaves falling to the ground.
It looks like
the earth is on fire,
Each leaf trembling as it falls,
Making their dance fill the air,
Falling, falling,
Falling on the ground.
Don't Cut Those Trees Down!
By Elizabeth
Buckingham, Browne & Nickols School, Massachusetts
"Don't
cut those trees down,
Because they could be useful,
If you fell that many trees,
The earth will die and cause erosion in the town."
"But you
can only make paper
Out of cut down trees,
Same with furniture and houses,
Trees have no use as they are."
"I don't
agree,
You don't need that much wood,
Plus trees that aren't cut down have their uses too,
Don't you see?
"Trees
that are upright
Can do many things,
Wow! Look at that maple tree,
What a tremendous height!
"Here are
some of those uses,
Trees provide shade! Whew! It is boiling hot,
Let's sit under that cool elm and relax,
While we sip our lemon juices.
"Trees
are some animals' houses,
If you cut a tree down it will ruin homes.
Trees provide beauty, give oxygen, relieve pollution,
And children climb on their boughs."
"I see,
I agree,
No I won't cut down another tree."
A Stump in the Ground
By Jacob,
Grade 4, Peabody, Massachusetts
Two hundred
winters
The thick oak tree
Sparkles, dipped in glass, with a powder
Of snow,
Proud of its own beauty.
Two hundred
springs
New leaves give hope
For warm weather, new chances,
And many fresh starts.
Two hundred
summers
Like its own forest of leaves
Noisy kids, barking dogs, afternoon nappers
Are welcome underneath.
Two hundred
falls
A fire of oranges, reds and yellows.
When they swirl down,
People think of the cold months ahead,
For two hundred
dollars
The tree is hacked down.
Small change gained,
Great riches lost.
An ugly stump reminds us.
The
Tree of Knowledge
I grew from
the Earth.
And watched quietly and patiently
as many come and go before me.
I want to talk to you, but you can't hear me.
I want to scream,
and still, you can't hear me.
As I stand tall and wait.
Wait for life.
Wait for death.
Wait for a peace within,
or a reason not to feel so lost.
A truth.
A divine light that feeds me strength to survive.
A blanket of pure, untouched soil that comforts my soul.
Still, I have no place to go.
I thirst for each drop of life, and yet take it for granted.
A gift of love.
I feel naked as the cold creeps in,
and all who are considered close blow in the wind.
And I alone still stand tall and wait.
And watch,
And absorb each breath of life so gracefully.
And who notices?
My beauty.
My wisdom.
My courage.
The energy I bless to those I love.
My reason to strive.
And even when the skies are gray,
I look forward to rain,
or sun.
For I can find pleasure in simple things.
I have been used and abused.
With a hard surface to protect my spirit.
My roots are deep.
And I am wise enough to know where secrets lie.
Deep.
I know there is more to life than this physical world.
The toxins poison my body.
And still I maintain.
Strong.
Standing taller than ever-and still watching.
With no eyes.
Yet I can see farther than you can imagine.
I've seen my friends fall.
I've seen them break.
Even I break.
And the scars heal slowly.
Yet we all stand tall and wait.
Changing constantly in the never-ending cycle of existence.
Confused and curious.
Alive.
Unsatisfied.
With no answers.
Searching for love.
Yet I can only wait.
And survive.
I want to fly like those who rest on my shoulder.
I give them shade and they sing to me, sweet melodies.
And leave.
And I still stand tall waiting.
Alone.
The wind tells me stories of its journeys and mysterious wonders.
I travel only with the breeze.
For it lifts my voice heard only by few.
I am humble yet feel trapped.
Still I stand tall and wait.
And watch.
Content because that is all I have.
And all I ever will.
Please notice me, for I notice all.
Please care for me, for I care for all.
Please love me, for I love all.
And please, sometimes, just stand beside me and know, t
hat I am aware.
Even when you think I'm not.
By: Melinda
Duffy
Trees
Trees are the
kindest thing I know
They do no harm they simply grow
They bring out bright green leaves
To provide some bees
They bring out blooms
And stop the glooms
They are a lovely color green
They make a pretty scene
When they die
The whole world cries
By: Praise
Agu, 6th grade, April 2000, Cambridge, Massachusetts
(typed by Rainbow Steward Judeline Jean-Baptiste, age
13, Somerville, Mass.)
From Seedling
to Stump
The seed in my backyard
Grew
Into a tree
And under its wings
I grew
It will be big and mighty
And so will I
And after many storms
We both will die
By: Hester
Garskov, 6th grade, April 2000, Cambridge, Massachusetts
(typed by Rainbow Steward Pharynia, age 12, Somerville, Mass.)
I like to eat apples from trees
but the flowers attract lots of bees
I swat them away
but they choose to stay
I get stung from my nose to my knees
By Christina,
grade 5, Heston School, Philadelphia
A tree is a living thing
who lives and breathes
just like me
how nice it is to be a tree
By:
Vanna, Philadelphia
When the wind blows it makes me glow
it feels so good that I float I the air
that the green leaves shine very bright
it makes me smile so very much when I see a tree
By:
Maria, Philadelphia
Trees
Trees gently blow cool breeze
Summertime you can feel
the cool wind blow
when I am siting by the tree
I can feel when summer goes.
By:
Alesha,
Philadelphia
Terrific
Red leaves
Eternal'
Excellent
Super
I love trees, what would we do without trees?
By: James,
Hackett School, Philadelphia
Trees give us oxygen for us to breath
they are pollinated by birds, bats and bees.
They provide us with shade on a warm summers day
they make a pretty sound when the wind makes them sway.
They are lovely to look at and fun to climb
I love all the trees I wish they were mine
By: Heather,
7th grade, Stewart School, Pennsylvania
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