Freshly Fallen Leaf

Posted April 17, 2012 & filed under Poem of the Day.

“Please let me fall

on top of the others.

Please let me fall gently

on top,” says the leaf

as he rocks back and forth.

The leaf has dreamed his whole life

of falling off the old tree.

He was the last leaf on the tree.

Now the tree is empty.

by Justin, 3rd grade

Click the link (above) to listen to the poem read on KPFT radio by Som Gaeeni, a 4th grader from Parker Elementary in Houston.
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This poem is featured as part of the 2012 A Poem A Day campaign, a National Poetry Month celebration by Writers in the Schools (WITS) that features a different poem by a WITS student every day during April. Click here to learn more.

Leaf

Posted September 21, 2009 & filed under Notebook.

In my tree,
I grew up
with lots of other leaves.
I loved hearing
the whistle of the birds
and chatter of the squirrels.
Although when the other leaves
blew away
it meant growing up.
I waited every fall
until one fall it happened.
I landed next to my friend,
and I floated with her
the rest of my life.

By Josephine, 4th grade
[photo by Jack Hindmarsh via flickr]

A Leaf

Posted November 5, 2008 & filed under Notebook.

I was born in your yard. I am a tiny thing.
Your grass is so green; it’s all I have seen
for now. I am hanging, thinking of what
I’ve done to deserve this. Birds chirping
and happy children playing. I am growing
old. I feel that oh-so-wobbly feeling. I FALL!
Luckily, I am still alive. Now, you are reading
at my trunk. “I’m right here!” I call out
impatiently. Finally, you see me. You bring me
into your house, set me on your window sill.
After a few days with no water, I’m dead by drought.
I fought and fought but my luck was out.

By Tinsley, 3rd grade
[photo by P. J. McAddie via flickr]

The Leaf

Posted October 8, 2007 & filed under Notebook.

fall-leaves-by-smallchih-v-flickr.jpgI am in a tree.
I see kids.
Birds fly above me.
I fall down and land on an ant.
I hear a train from far away.
A girl picks me up,
then she throws me on the ground.
The people step on me a lot of times.

I am the leaf.

by Jasmine, 1st Grade
[photo by smallchih via flickr]