[Photo by Katarina via Flickr]
This is the place where green is
everywhere.
Animals roam free.
The trees blow in the wind.
This is the place where you are free of
work or school.
This is the place.
By Carlos, 4th grade
[Photo by Katarina via Flickr]
This is the place where green is
everywhere.
Animals roam free.
The trees blow in the wind.
This is the place where you are free of
work or school.
This is the place.
By Carlos, 4th grade
Water rushing downhill, light green,
trees standing tall in the wind, dark green,
peaceful walking, discovering, finding,
what is long lost can never be found again.
Falling, crawling, climbing trees
into the rushing water, wondering what
is around the bend,
trying to find my way home.
By Victoria, 6th grade
[photo by Tim Vink via flickr]
Joined the first tree and asked, “Can we share our hopes and dreams too?”
“I’ll start,” said the fourth tree. “When I get bigger I want to be a huge mansion and have very rich people live in me and admire me.”
The fifth tree said, “I want to be a torah with a beautifully decorated cover and be read every week and be considered holy.”
Finally the sixth tree said, “I want to be a number chart to remind kids the order of the numbers and what numbers are.”
And the third tree stepped in and said, “I think you should go with my idea. All of your hopes are good—but being yourself—just as you are right now—is better.”
By Oren, 2nd grade
[photo by Iain Gordon, 2009 via flickr]
A 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]