I am the tree with
a bird’s nest on me under the clouds
and the Southern sky. It feels good
as the wind blows on my crooked neck.
I am leaning to the side
with only one leaf, because
they all blew away except
that one, and I will not let go.
My friends are silent, as
though we shall not move from this place
where it is green land unless someone
moves us. As the sun sets the nest on
my head, the owner and their babies
come back with a worm in their mouths.
And the sun sets and sets and sets,
while the moon comes up.
by Karson, 3rd grade
whypaisley
this one is interesting as she goes back and “justifies” statements… i am wondering what that says about her,, the authoress……
they all blew away except
that one, and I will not let go.
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we shall not move from this place
where it is green land unless someone
moves us.
gautami
This one blew my mind. I can’t believe it! Very talented, these kids!
SB
So nice to see the real thing, the poetry fresh…
Tumblewords
I’m trying to remember what I was doing in 3rd grade. Not writing poetry, for sure. This piece is so interesting – the final two lines bespeak of an ‘older’ world.
Sweet Talking Guy..
And the sun sets and sets and sets.
Love it!
Keep on writing!!!
Mike McCulley
I’m a hard core birdwatcher and like the way you captured a part of the birds world without dwelling on the bird. Good job.