This week the young viking writers were tasked with writing nature poems. The students read “Earthly Meditations” by Robert Wrigley, “Dear One Absent This Long Time” by Lisa Olstein, and “Today” by Billy Collins. The students went outside to write nature poems and had an absolute blast. I am so proud of this class of talented young writers.
“Ocean Waves Are Howling”
By Rachel C.
Ocean waves are howling
Sea creatures getting frantic
As the shore folds back
People start running
Winds and sirens start blaring
Escapee umbrella drifting away
CRASH
Thirty foot wave hits the Portofino Tower
Dolphins tunneling through
Belligerent waves while
Other animals are brought to shore
Shingle roofing ripping off
Windows breaking
Poor azaleas drowning
Magnolia pulled from the roof
Pause
Silence
“Is it over?”…
Crack in the window
Water filling the room
At rapid speed
It is over
“We Used To Go On Walks”
By Hope R.
We used to go on walks together,
it was the highlight of my day.
I still remember every moment.
I remember how you would laugh when I tripped
and I would be laughing because you were.
I remember how the trees would bend down.
How the flowers would lean.
How the dirt picked up each step.
It was like everything in the world
wanted to be closer to you.
I understood that though.
I did too.
I remember how the light freckled your face.
How the wind would waltz with your hair.
How the birds would sing with you
and you would sing too.
“I’m Outside Right Now”
By Keagan
I’m outside right now
sitting with my back against the wall.
The sun beaming down on me.
I’m hot. I hate the heat.
I become awkward and uncomfortable.
I wish the sun was hidden,
smothered by dark gray clouds
followed by gusts of wind.
The booming of thunder,
the cracking of lightning.
A sudden but constant flow of rain.
But no, the sun is in the spotlight
as bright as always, annoying as always.
Why can’t it rain?
I want to hear the rain.
I want to hear the dripping and splashing of water.
The sound of cars driving through puddles.
I wish it was raining.
“The Sun Is Shining Through”
By Jocelyn S.
God, who is it nice out?
I’m a designated loner,
so naturally I hate
warm weather.
When people want to hang out,
I give an excuse like my dog died
or I need to walk my iguana
but in reality
there’s no one there to ask me.
I’m locked inside a glass cage
where I can see people
Filled with all their bright colors.
I want my colors.
