Azul, que bailas en el cielo
Azul, las cachapas de Venezuela
Azul, como “Mary”
Alas de un pájaro
Azul, el pelaje
Que te oigo
En el mar
Como si ves el bien
En un Dios
Blue, you are dancing in the sky.
Blue, the cachapas of Venezuela
Blue, like the “Mary”
Wings of a bird
Blue, the hair
That I hear you
In the sea
Like if you see the good
I see you
by Paola, 2nd Grade
12 pale silhouettes dancing
in a moonlit courtyard
glistening under a gossamer fog.
That is why the sky is blue. A rather
odd remark. The silhouettes were clouds
swaying in the moonlit courtyard of the sky.
The low, gossamer fog danced, made blue
silhouettes resembling the sky.
The sky danced in the tall, pale cedar tree
that shined like the gray chimes that
hung from it. In the magnolia tree,
flowers blooming with small petals
curling in circles like the sky in
which the blue world began.
By Zoe, 4th grade
[photo by kevin dean via flickr]
Originally published on July 8, 2009.
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Texture of the shell.
By Madison, 3rd grade
[photo by Corica via flickr]
in the forest
blue shirts and jeans swishing past me,
the smell of sweat in the air,
the blue cloud-free sky above me,
the sound of running feet,
while kids’ hands are at work picking
berries and dumping them in baskets,
the feelings of happiness and excitement inside
me mixing and making me want to stay
by Jana, 4th Grade
the sky is like a blanket of blue
a patch of blue on my quilt
like a pocket on my shirt
a shirt that is blue
it looks like the ocean
the ocean from the window of a plane
like a big blob of paint on a canvas
on a big white canvas
like a folder of blue
like a blue ink pen
like a blue crayon
by D.J., 7th Grade
(photo by Scott Wills via flickr)