Middle and high school students from the surrounding Houston area are invited to participate in the 2016 Watershed Awareness Student Contest! The theme is Our Bayous, Our Pollution. Houston- area bayous and waterways lead to Galveston Bay in turn affecting the Gulf of Mexico and its Flower Garden Banks. Help raise awareness about our local watershed and bring attention to the importance of the health of our local waterways, bayous and our bay! We challenge you to research, explore, interpret and say something meaningful about the connections between human activity and the health of our bayous and ocean through art or shape poetry.
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If I could write a poem anywhere it would be on my tongue
so the words were always moving in my mouth
If I could write a poem anywhere it would be on the clouds
so that people would look up into the sky more
If I could write a poem anywhere it would be on a leaf
so my words would float off into the wind
By Crissy, 4th Grade
Love Poem for a Tree
(Inspired by Pablo Neruda)
By Ms. Siegel’s Class
In the morning your branches wave in the wind.
My eyes hunt for your beauty–you’re something no one has ever noticed.
I cherish your gorgeous trunk that reaches to the clouds.
I adore your green leaves that sway in the sky.
Nothing will separate us, not a wall of stone or a strong hurricane.
Our love is fiercer than an army at war.
I will never leave behind your rough bark.
I will treasure you more than gold and emeralds and iPads.
In the evening when I walk by, you will smile at me, and I will hug you.
When I wake up in a mood, not feeling the love,
then I got to bring it from within, like a famous
I put on blinders to all the negativity and just
smile at the world. Then I do my thing.
By Jermaine, 6th Grade
Open those big black eyes
and plop those feet on the floor
I know it’s dark outside
I know you’re tired
But it’s Monday and
here you are again
So wake up and live
like there won’t be a Tuesday.
Today is the big day.
By Salome, 6th Grade
Chop, chop says my dad
when he wants me to hurry up
Snap, snap says my sister
when she is being annoying
Blah, blah says my brother
who thinks he knows it all
Kiss, kiss says my mom
when she puts me to bed
By Loretta, 3rd Grade
Hey, you hurt my feelings
Now I’ve got a mustard stain
on my heart
Well, pass me a napkin
Let’s wipe this clean and
start over again
By J. J., 4th Grade
I adore you, egg
Heavy in the hand, like gold
You shine like the moon
Inside, a secret
Yellow and white
You are fabulous, dear egg
By Winnie, 4th Grade
On the other side of the earth
do kids eat different foods
and play different games?
Do they take a bus to school?
Do they listen to rap music?
Are their parents strict like mine?
Do they ever go to bed hungry?
Do they ever hear gunshots?
It would be fun to go to the other
side of the earth and play soccer.
By Robert, 4th Grade
Tuesdays twist, turn, tumble
like testy tennis balls.
So, take hold of Tuesday like the
tough, terrible titan that you are.
By Josue, 5th Grade
I wear my hair in a braid so it
stays out of my way
My mom’s hair is black like the night
and it goes way down her back
My dad’s hair is short like beavers
cut it with their teeth
My brother’s hair sticks straight up
By Katrina, 3rd Grade
I want big muscles like my mom’s
She is so strong
I want a kind heart like my dad’s
He is so nice
By Stuart, 2nd Grade
Blue like shimmering water
Blue like my friend’s eyes
Blue like berries in summer
Blue like a robin’s egg
Blue like forever
By Mercy, 3rd Grade
I feel alive when I am in the water
swimming strong like a fish
I feel alive when I play the piano
my fingers flying across the keys
I feel alive when I’m laughing
with my mom in the kitchen
I feel alive when I’m happy
doing what I love
By Jennifer, 4th Grade
Sometimes you take the long way home.
You mess up. You think you know it all.
You leave with your hands in fists.
Then you wake up alone. Not so sure.
And you want to go back. Home.
By Sh’nae, 10th Grade
Go past the big tree at the end of the street
Its trunk is as big as my little sister
Then walk past the house with the cat
who is always hiding in the bushes
Run past the house with the barking dog
because he is scary
Next turn at the fire hydrant and you’ll see
a yellow house with a white mailbox
It’s where I live and I love it
By Kaitlan, 3rd grade
I overlook the little things
way, way too much
a tall glass of water
with ice cubes
on hot summer day.
By Jay, 8th Grade
I am a pair of sandals. I have beautiful stripes that are more colorful than a rainbow. I was happy this summer when a girl bought me. She wore me all summer long, and we had so much fun running and playing at the beach.Then, summer ended, and the girl had to go to school. Her school said, “No flip flops!” Now, I have to spend my whole day in a dark closet. I’m lonely! I hope summer comes again soon.
By Micaela, 2nd Grade