I Am the Leaves

I dance in the wind.
I have a cringing voice.
I swirl aound your body.
To give you a chill.

I am the rain.
I tap dance on your roof.
Calling to the heavens.
I am misty and loud .
You run inside when I come out.

Summer

Summer taste hot like cinnamon gum you just put in your mouth
Summer feels like a fire your Pa just made
Summer smells like your neibhorhood pool water
Summer sounds loud with laughter from little children playing
Summer looks bright and shiny like a silky yellow ribbon


By:Makenzie

Post-it Note from God

I am the light

I heal when you are sick

Some love me

Some not at all

Because I am the one and only god, I am the light.

I heal when you are sick.

Some love me.

Some not at all.

Because I am the one and only God.

by Kayla Waters

A song with figurative launguage

"Stand, Rascal Flatts"

"You fell like a candle 

in a hurricane 

just like a picture 

with a broken frame"

by:Taylor Ware

summer is when 

you can go on a whim

to anywhere you like

by plane or by bike

picnics and watermelon

mean time in the sun

so summer must be 

a time of fun

by:Taylor Ware

Bubbles

by Paula Jane Harrison

Bubbles

Some bubbles rise up to the sky

Some bubbles don't I don't know why

Easily popped by just one touch

Easily missed by way to much

Silent and round as we make it

Being forgotten bit by bit

Weaker and weaker as it grows

That is what happens, I suppose

Of all the ones that we condemn

We don't remember all of them

Even when we continue to grow

We still wonder where they go

Jordan Wood

A Book Is Like

by Kathy Leeuwenburg

A book is like an open flower, scented pages, fragrant hours.

A book is like a crafty fox, surprising in its clever plots.

A book is like a fairy's wings, with princesses, enchanted kings.

A book is like a windowsill, where breezy thoughts are never still.

A book is like an hour glass, whose pages flow as hours pass.

A book is like a lock and key that opens doors and sets minds free.

A book is like an ancient clock that speaks the times but never talks.

A book is like an open letter, when read again the friendship's better.

A book is like an apple core with seeds inside for growing more.

A book is like a trusted friend that keeps its secret to the end.

Jordan Wood

Every Season       

 

Every evening sky, an invitation 

To trace the patterned stars

And early in July, a celebration

For freedom that is ours

And I notice You

In children's games

In those who watch them from the shade

Every drop of sun is full of fun and wonder

You are summer

And even when the trees have just surrendered

To the harvest time 

Forfeiting their leaves in late September

And sending us inside

Still I notice You when change begins

And I am braced for colder winds

I will offer thanks for what has been and what's to come

You are autumn

And everything in time and under heaven

Finally falls asleep

Wrapped in blankets white, all creation

Shivers underneath

And still I notice you

When branches crack

And in my breath on frosted glass

Even now in death, You open doors for life to enter

You are winter

And everything that's new has bravely surfaced

Teaching us to breathe

What was frozen through is newly purposed

Turning all things green

So it is with You

And how You make me new

With every season's change

And so it will be

As You are re-creating me

Summer, autumn, winter, spring

Nichole Nordeman

 Jordan

By the Moonlight

The bowed beak

pierces through the skin of fire.

Kicking the world inside out

with deep blind worries

and harsh arguments

the filtered ashes

try to feel lonely,

but there is to much

of them.

On the ashes of a tree

only one ornament

is needed---

an egret

who by the moonlight

learns to cry

with all the questions

and to rejoice.

~Akiane

(Claire)

with all the answers.

I am wind.

I blow people's hair.
I pick up things as I patrol the world.
I whisper in peole's ear but no-one can see me.
I spin a cicle of death.


By Genna Lentz

Colorful hillside (sight)
Rustling trees (sound)
Jagged leaves (touch)
Scrumpchous ham (taste)
Delicous pumpkins



FALL
By Genna Lentz

Hey guys!! How's it going?

Early Autumn

the sky , the trees, the grass its me.

the blue, the red, the green ice tea.

sharp grass, wet, dew its all so new.

that's an early autumn for you.

by Kayla Waters

winter

A white blanket of snow covers all the land
You hear nothing as the silent wind pases by
The warm hot chocolate sliding down your throat
The smell of pine trees
You hurt as the cold icey wind bites at your finger tips
Nippy winter.

Fall:

The strong breeze ruffles the crisp leaves,

Tasty cobbler set on the kitchen table,

The colorful leaves falling to the ground,

Scented candles lit to refresh your home,

And the piles of leaves ready for you to jump into.

I'm fascinated with fall!

`*~Claire~*`

Winter:

Delicious cookies putting off a great fragrance,

Christmas music playing,

Foamy hot chocolate filled with marshmallows,

The warmth of sitting by your lover at an open fire,

The cold snow that falls on the ground,

Glorious memories are made every winter!

`*~Claire~*`

Winter

 Wonderful Winter

Barren trees (sight)

Howling wind (sound)

Icy snow (touch)

Sugar cookies (taste)

Wood burning (smell)

Winter

By Jordan Wood

Fall

Beautiful Fall

Blazing colors (Sight)

Leaves crackling (Sound)

Carving pumpkins (touch)

Refreshing cider (taste)

Cinnamon sticks (smell)

FALL

By Jordan Wood

Autumn Poetry

This Tuesday we ventured outside since
"Experiences are the catalysts that ignite expression*."

As a class, we took in the change of seasons with all of our senses. After 15 minutes of experiencing the world around us, we jotted down some thoughts to use as inspiration for our Autumn Poetry (scroll all the way down to see our notes).

The following poems are the result of our shared sensory experiences:

Hiku by Makenzie M. Leath
Leaves, Trees, and the breeze
Painting Pictures in the field
Relaxed then asleep

Poem by Makenzie M. Leath
I love the way the air smells
The crickets sound like different bells
The grass is brown and dry
All of this makes me want to fly
It smells so sweet
Under my feet
And I really love the heat
This is a poem not a hiku
I love Fall how about you

Autumn by Jordan Wood
Every time the wind flows by
the kids laugh and run right by
_____________________

When the wind blows the
leave its like children dancing
in the rain

1st by Claire Jeffries
Sparkling sunshine
A powerful breeze with a hint of spring
I want to relax in the grass
and sing. beautiful views
of colorful trees.
I stand and watch a butterfly
rest on a rock in
the beginning of
fall
2nd by Claire Jeffries
As I feel the breeze;
I know that God is with me.
Oh, how I love fall!
3rd by Claire Jeffries
Autumn is so relaxing.
everything I see is dead, but for
some reason its beautiful. i love
the way God made our world;
he knew exactly what we
bargined for.

Autum by Genna Lentz
The changing leaves makes my mind calm the thought of dressing up for candy makes me want to jump for joy. I love autum because its a time to be with family. All these things are wonderful, but when you think about these things, you don't think about the one who made it. You think about what costume your going to ware, or who's coming for Thankgiving. When I think of autum I think of the God who created everything. That he spoke that the leaves will change, and the kids will dress up, and that people will adore his creation. Seeing what he has made makes me feel calm and relaxed like I could lay in the sun for hours with a cold drink and listen to kids jump in leaf piles or take a walk through the woods and just have quiet time. I adore autum.

Early Autumn by Kayla Waters

the sky , the trees, the grass its me.

the blue, the red ,the green ice tea.

sharp grass, wet,dew its all so new.

thats an early autumn for you.

Autumn by Mrs. Todd
Autumn smells crisp, refreshing, and hopeful.
Autumn invites middle school girls to climb trees.
Autumn crunches through October and November with dried grass and leaves.
Autumn chills bare feet treading on cold, exposed earth.
Autumn displays purple-topped trees like caramel-dipped apples.
Autumn produces pomegranates, sweet potatoes, and pumpkins.
Autumn frames Tennessee houses in majestic colors.
Autumn blankets calico hillsides with gold, crimson, and green.
Autumn whispers with the rustling of leaves across marbled grass.
Autumn signals the end of summer, foreshadows winter, and reminds us of spring.

*If You're Trying To Teach Kids How to Write . . . you've gotta have this book! by Marjorie Frank (Nashville, TN, 1995, p. 68).

AUTUMN
see.hear.taste.touch.smell.know
grass and leaves poked feet
sharp grass
flowers dry
crunching leaves
crunching under feet
wet with dew in shade
no clouds
blue sky
cool
leaves colorful
pretty trees
leaves taste plain like lettuce
squishy berries with seeds like tomatoes
soft blades of grass
some leaves thick like sandpaper
branches fall off tree when you touch it
breeze feels nice
sun feels good lying in grass
view from trees beautiful
hear cars going by--especially trucks
want to make a bouquet
smells fresh and clean
don't choke/not dirty
smells like soap
feels relaxed, rested
gorgeous in middle of field
tree smells like the air
ground smells wet
autumn colors
colorful/pretty
mountain painting
not the same red repeated
paint a picture
different shades
children laughing and playing
Thanksgiving turkeys
could sleep
calm, soothing
relax for hours
sun's rays so bright you have to close eyes
hammock, book, iced tea, lemonade, water--perfect

I'm so excited about are new blog!! I hope you're (the NCT writing class) having a GREAT week! See y'all on Tuesday!

~ Claire

Dear Readers,

My name is Jordan Wood and i am 14 years old. I can't wait to start writing!

Jordan 

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