Wednesday, April 6, 2011

Using Robert Frost's SPRING POOLS as a trigger


We used the rhyme scheme from Robert Frost's lovely poem Spring Pools as a way to create a nature poem that tries to look past the obvious. This is a hard task but we got started and came up with the following. First, however, is the poem by Frost.


SPRING POOLS
by Robert Frost


These pools that, though in forests, still reflect
The total sky almost without defect,
And like the flowers beside them, chill and shiver,
Will like the flowers beside them soon be gone,
And yet not out by any brook or river,
But up by roots to bring dark foliage on.
The trees that have it in their pent-up buds
To darken nature and be summer woods---
Let them think twice before they use their powers
To blot out and drink up and sweep away
These flowery waters and these watery flowers
From snow that melted only yesterday.


Sunrise,

by Salena Huang


The sun that, though, the day, seen everywhere

Does not hide behind the buildings over there,

As the rays shine right through our window blinds,

And the rays shine right in our eyes,

What it wants is reminds,

Time is still moving in clockwise.

The smell of a fresh new day

To bring happiness upon our face

Although the heat burns our skin

We prepare for another workday

And as the constant dripping begin

We simply wipe the sweat away.


Errin Hadnot


Weather Nature

Clouds begin to roll in, blocking the sun
Cold wind blows and sends shivers to everyone
The gloomy skies start to cry,
leaving the tears on trees dripping
All things outside soaked with nothing dry
Children walking with umbrellas try not slipping
As the heavens are clearing,
only mist is in the air
Dark and Dim atmosphere begins to fade
The sun comes out to show
Rough tree leave branches give shade
The skies expose a rainbow

Prabhjot Nijjar


The Coming of Winter

A lonely acorn lies on the ground,

Beside the acorn, birds sing upon a tree pleasant sound

A stroke of wind hits the tree

Causing another acorn to fall

While the birds flee,

And there comes a squirrel, looking very small

From a nearby tree

Perhaps looking for food

The squirrel approaches the acorns cautiously

Maybe to avoid an altercation from another critter

Then looks at the acorns mysteriously

And takes them to feed itself for the coming winter.


Calista Baramki-Azar

Tale of the Plains

Although appearing to the wandering eye,

A landscape dominated by grasses dry

Kneel down quite slow and peer through rough terrain

A look much closer will reveal a slinking form,

Making his way through sun scorched plain

A slow pace towards those who lay in dorm

Squint closely now for the tale will show his feat

As he encircles a lesser foe who carries on unbeknownst -

A leap will trigger him, springing forth with pulsing stride

The blazing sun blinds the scene, catching ripple of coats sheen

Now all that moved is again quite still, to dominate, is his pride

To those who peer through grasses unseen, that’s what lies beneath the gleam.


Dillon Shaw


Dirt Path


The full moon emerges full and bright

only to be covered by the streetlamps light

as cars whiz by apathetic with speed

near a lowly dirt path rarely been used

a path marked by dogs and the humans they lead

and the prints of a mar scared and bemused

and whenever the rain falls upon this path

the soft dirt becomes much softer and moist

even as the old prints are washed clean away

new tracks shall appear, each telling its tale

to be told again when dawns the next day

as cars whiz on by the old dirty trail


Lynn Park


Wheat berry


Springs of water flow by trees

This plot of wheat surrounded by bees

A kernel of wheat falls and dies

Buried in ground and pecked by birds

The seed grows and blooms by surprise

Burst and opened seeds are scattered

Hands of farmers overflow with grains

Many more come to fill their baskets

Winds are strong and stems are firm

The sky is blue and all is merry

How beautiful is how nature works

A single seed dies and produces many








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