Fifth-graders at Orchard Hills have been writing poems. Here are some of the poems they wrote:
Observing insects on a tree.
Winding paths to discover animals lurking in the bushes,
Leaves falling in our hair like snow everywhere,
The bright sun sparkles through the trees like glitter falling from the sky,
A stream trickles small and swift,
Exciting events around each corner like mysteries behind a book’s cover,
Pine trees smell like scented candles,
What a fun adventure.
Lightning is a cheetah running after its prey
Lightning is a white sego lily swaying in the wind.
Lightning is a crowbar opening a box.
Lightning is a warrior striking its enemy.
Lightning is a flute thin and long.
I am Easter,
I am the dots and stripes on the eggs and I am the fun Easter colors of pink, blue, and purple
I am a puppy,
I am playful, fun, and hyper.
I am garden vegetables,
I am the crunchy, green, cucumbers and I am the red, ripe, tomatoes and I am the juicy yellow corn.
I am Lake Powell,
I am the hot yellow sand and I am the hot sun beating down on the cool blue water.
I am blue,
I am the bright blue sky and the cool blue water that relieves from the beating sun.
I am the piano,
I am the beautiful music that is played on the black and white keys.
I am Spring,
I am the beautiful flowers that bloom all over,
And I am the smell of the rain that washes the world clean.
I am Korinne.