Son las oche de la noche ~ Eight in the evening

Posted January 14, 2011 & filed under Notebook.

At the Edge of the Forest

Son las ocho de la noche

El sol estaba cayendo.
Sólo se veía parte de su redondez.
Las hojas flotando sobre el río.
Las nubes en el cielo volando como el aire.
Los árboles más altos que yo.
Las plantas en el suelo tocando mis pies.
Estoy caminando entre los árboles que huelen como tierra,
las hojas que huelen como menta.
El agua del río que se puede tocar, brillante como el sol.
La briza transparente, volando por todas partes,
hace música, como si fuera un pájaro cantando una canción.
Estoy entre los árboles con muchas ramas juntas.
El sol estaba cayendo.
Todo completo y maravilloso.
Son las ocho de la noche.

~

Eight in the Evening

The sun was falling down.
One can only see part of its roundness.
Leaves are floating on the river.
The clouds on the sky, flying like the air.
The trees, taller than I am.
The plants on the ground are touching my feet.
I’m walking among the trees that smell like soil,
and the leaves that smell like mint.
One can touch the river water, shining like the sun.
The transparent breeze, flies everywhere,
and makes music, like a bird singing a song.
I am among trees with lots of branches together.
The sun is falling down.
Everything is complete and wonderful.
It is eight in the evening.

By Josseline, 2nd grade

Photo by Cristian V. via Flickr

The Heavenly Woods

Posted April 28, 2010 & filed under Poem of the Day.

 

Once I went to the woods with my family.
I saw the most beautiful mountains and
lakes. The mountains were the colors of
the rainbow. The lake was clear as glass.
The fish were delicious. In these woods I
tasted the juiciest apples and sweetest
strawberries. Even on a hot day, the
temperature of the lake was still freezing
cold. The waterfall sounded very smooth.
My brother, my dad, and I went hiking.
We found a cave, and inside the cave was
filled with beautiful red, gold, and blue
colors that surrounded us like a cage.
South Oklahoma was like heaven.

By Jonathan, 4th grade
[photo by l’herf via flickr]

Originally published on December 9, 2009.

apad2This poem is featured as part of the 2010 A Poem A Day campaign, a National Poetry Month celebration by WITS that features a different poem by a WITS student every day during April. Click on the logo to the left to learn more.

Writing in Nature

Posted September 17, 2007 & filed under Notebook.

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I feel relaxed
because the forest is

very silent. The sight
is beautiful. The trees

are big. I feel as
if I shrunk.

I see a bird. It
lands on my arm.
I touch it and

I realize that
this is the

perfect place
to be yourself
and to feel freedom.
I feel relaxed
and peaceful.

by Erika, Neff Elementary