
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.
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
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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