Love Poem for a Tree

Posted February 23, 2016 & filed under Poem, Student Writing.

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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.

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.

Dear Tree

Posted December 8, 2011 & filed under Notebook.

Stand up straight and hold your spot in years.  Rain will nourish you.  Drink water and soil.  Be as huge as you can.  Don’t fall down during strong winds and break your long, thin branches.  Grow as tall as you can.  Be healthy and strong as a house.  You are shelter for animals.  You can’t fall.

By Henry, 4th grade

The Magic Tree

Posted January 16, 2009 & filed under Notebook.

tree-star-of-the-winter-sky-by-rusty-russ1A star came down
into a tree, and
it was magical,
like a bright spell.
The tree came to life.
He started to play
on the swing,
and I was afraid.
“Oh, get used to it,”
the tree said. “I do
this all the time.”

By Horacio
[photo by rusty russ via flickr]

Ode to Trees

Posted November 17, 2008 & filed under Notebook.

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The sweet scent of nature overshadows
the rough bark and smooth leaves of the trees,
the wind dancing with them as they glide gracefully among the dirt,
whispering lost stories to each other that were passed on to them from the great ancient one.
The trees, some tall some little, all gathering together as one family
These long, brown, and old beings resting
and providing homes and protecting the many animals living in them.
The trees give us all something – a box, a chair, even a house
but never ask anything back.

By Meera, 5th grade
[photo by cjewing2 via flickr]

Trees

Posted September 26, 2008 & filed under Notebook.

One might look at a tree, a plum tree or an oak, and think, “How boring trees are, just sitting about like they do. Let’s get a colorful flower instead.”

Really trees were once a civilized yet free and running people much like ourselves, but more lordly and graceful. Yet as the years passed trees grew older and creaky. Then we came, and trees had a perfectly good reason to clump together into forests and stay perfectly still. All except for their swaying branches, which cooled them on hot days. Still they hide from us, now covered with moss and brown from years of standing. All their fine jewelry has turned into leaves.

The trees are nothing like what they used to be, but some still retain their ghostly faces.

By MarySuna, 4th grade