It’s Spring, I hate it: Nature Poems

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


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



“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.



“Writing poetry makes me feel like I can see myself, like I can see my reflection, but not in a mirror, in the world. I write and I know I can be reflected.”
-Oscar S.

“Writing poetry makes me feel free.”
-Buenda D.

“Writing poetry is like your best friend.”
-Jessica M.