More Young Writer's Express themselves in Poetry

Fox

By: Jesse Cox

Age 9

Fox, fox, in the wood,

You clasp the rat with tight-held paws.

And while you diligently wait,

Your second course comes toward your plate.

Fox, fox in the wood,

Sleeping fast with mud-caked fur.

And while you rest in your repose,

A wee ant nibbles on your toes.

I am the Wind

By Michael Sweetser 

Age 10

I am the Wind, I blow the hats off your head on breezy winter days;

I rearrange your hair while gliding through the air.

I knock on the door and when you come I blow you down;

I trample through your garden like an angry elephant;

I am the Wind.

Christmas Time

Caitlin Laramee 

Age 9

In December, snow covers the ground like feathers from angel's wings. 

Snow flakes dance in the sky as I ride my sled down the snow covered mountains.

I see people going to church while the church bells chime.

I hear carolers sing like angels and sleigh bells ring. 

Every house is full of flashing and flickering lights

I feel Jesus' burning love in my heart.

For this is Christmas.

The Rain

By Stephanie 

Age 10

I am the rain.

I pour down on you, 

And pelt you with water.

I slide down your windows.

When I am glad I sprinkle lightly.

When I am angry I crash down on you.

I am the rain.

Trees and Me

By: Kelly Gordon

Age 11 

You sleep under my trunk

And I shelter you from the harsh cold rain.

When you are hungry I give you my sweet red apples.

You climb up my branches to the bright blue sky.

I am your home when you wish to be outside.

I am a Christmas Angel

By: Jordan Sweetser

Age 10

I am a Christmas angel

I sit at the top of your tree and stare down at all God has made.

I look at the snow dancing down the window pane.

I see the bright red and green presents underneath the tree.

I peer over to the fire place and watch the flickering fire.

My owners are drinking hot cocoa.

Christmas carolers sing out the birth of Jesus.

When it is time to open the presents

 I hear the children's laughter. 

The smiles that I see make me smile too.

When it is time to put me away I am sad.

But, I know next year will come again.

This is Christmas time.

I am a Cheetah

By: Kyle Burnham

Age 8

I am a cheetah

I race across the Sahara Desert faster than a speeding car

In search of my prey

Anxiously I observe, waiting for the perfect meal.

A 400 pound gazelle gallops into sight.

I creep closer and closer,

Finally, I am within striking distance.

I leap out after the helpless creature sinking my razor sharp teeth into his neck

Viciously, I hold on choking out every last breath.

I am a Cheetah.