The Windy Day
By Alden
The Brooklyn Bridge
With It’s dark shadow and blowing wind,
Shhhhhhh
Is it nice up there?
A cold fall day was blowing around us almost like a tornado
The rippling water goes far and wide swirling around in the dirty river
All day long
With the crashing noises of the train going far, far, away
It was a beautiful day
Smelling salty water all day long
Everybody is happy but freezing all at the same time
In their warm fall jackets
The colorful leaves go down as they change colors
A beautiful rainbow was falling to the ground
All fall long
So quiet like a butterfly fluttering around
As content crowds of people walk fast and slow
All day long
On The Brooklyn Bridge
Cold Days At Brooklyn Bridge Park
by Alex Amorosino
Cars honking in the traffic
Trains zooming like horses running
Water splashing on the rocks
Cold air running on my face
Asking myself why is it so cold?
Birds calling like they’re trying to tell us something
Rocks crunching under people’s heavy feet
Bridges carrying 1000s of pounds
Brooklyn Bridge is busy
Leaves crumbling as they hit the cold ground l
Go to park and play
Get warm and have fun
Happy it doesn’t feel like winter to me any more
Sunday Unfunday
(Editor’s note: Asher was unable to join us because he was sick at home)
by Asher Cohen
I woke up at 4 am, and had a sore throat.
I tossed, tossed, tossed and finally dozed off.
I woke up at 7 am and felt tired, sick and angry.
It was official, it was Sunday Unfunday.
No tennis, no baseball, no outside time, only tea for me.
Spent the day in bed and was bored out of my head.
My room was as cold as a late fall day.
The bed was as sturdy as a building.
Lucky for me I got a magnificent, marvelous, masterful, bowl of Homemade chicken soup from my Mom.
Being with my mom and dad made me feel marvelous.
Do I have a virus?
Boom, boom, boom. All I could hear was the construction workers.
My bedroom was as dark as midnight.
Next Sunday will be a Sunday Funday.
WINTER NOT SNOW
BY Avery Rosen
Sunny bright skyscrapers,
Dark choppy seas,
The crisp, cool air,
Is beyond Compare.
Boats are speeding,
Pigeons are eating,
The sky’s a magic, majestic, marvelous blue,
There is a carousel that has animals from the zoo.
The trains are honking
And I wonder if old man winter is knock, knock, knocking.
I feel very alive.
The Brooklyn Bridge is very, very grey and big,
We sit on a cold stone bench,
I’m trying to forget the pigeon stench,
As we write with our hands freezing,
My classmates are joking and nicely teasing,
Hahaha
This is DEFINITELY New York winter.
The Brooklyn Bridge Up and Down
by Bailey Wolfman
With the tall skyscrapers reaching to the sky
“Go fly hi”
What if they fall
On the crashing waves?
The salty sea air
Washing onto the hard rocks
With the hard wind howling in my ear
With the carousel whirling like a slow roller coaster under it
With the trees waving with the rolling waves
Winter By The River
By Crosby
Bang rumble goes the train
The cold breeze brushing on my face
Antarctica survival challenge
The dark blue water splashing on the hard rocks
The sweet salt water going up nose
The east skyline of Manhattan
Dark blue
Cold wind
Rippling water as it rains coldness
I imagine fish swimming in the river
And then somehow we have to go back
Cold Park
By Ezra Mundy
Cold
Water splashing
Bold busy bridge
Cars
Racing along
The highway
And bridge
Zoom!
Where are they going in such a hurry?
Boats
Moving across
The water
As if they’re going somewhere important
Where are they going?
In the park
Like a forest with roads in between
Shivery park
Cold
The Cold Day
By Gia Garland
The Earth is icy
People are talking as waves are crashing
It feels like it is going to snow right now
My nose is numb
The wind feels cold but nice I feel like an ice statue
The smell of seawater comforts me
Why is it so cold outside?
Happy D.U.M.B.O. Trip
By Jade j. Young
Salty as the ocean when eating minty gum
wavy, splashing water
Calm, cold, playground shaped like boats?
Alldaycoldassnow
East river, weirdly shining sun on such a freezing day?
Very, Very, Jumpy
All hills closed
Fun D.U.M.B.O day
D.U.M.B.O.
Haiku
By Jade j. Young
Dumbo was freezing
It had to be on the trip
Hand games played both ways
Cold Like Ice
By Kieran
brrrrrr
Splash crash
Cold
In Brooklyn Bridge Park
Face like ice
Zip up it’s freezing
cold like ice
East River Waves
By Laiali Tapper
Waves rippling and washing up on the rocks
Whoosh whoosh where do they come from?
Green shadow and then they flow into blue
Wind pushing back making you feel as light as a feather,
Trees swaying making the leaves ruffle gently
Like they’re about to fall
Swoosh
Cars honking in the distance
Crisp cold air like the water
Surely freezing
Yet…a sense of calmness washes over me
No sleep till…Brooklyn
By Lorenzo Brigode
I see the Brooklyn Bridge
In my mind I see the George Washington Bridge
I hear the trains’ noises, horns and tracks
HONK HONK!
CLICK CLACK!
HOOOOONNNNNK!
I touch paper I sit on the cold cement…
Why am I writing this poem?
I don’t know…
I smell sea salt
I see the cold, calm waves
I feel as chilly as a popsicle
I wish I had soft fur… as a matter of fact
I would love a pair of wings…
The Park Between The Bridges
by Makeda
The park between the bridges
Is something you should see
With mossy rocks
And swaying waves
And the salt scent of the sea
With orange leaves falling
And the sun shining on your back
With the shadows of the bridge shining on the water
Which is like a camel with a humped back
Super rocket tire swings that makes me dizzy
And pirate ship playgrounds that make me feel silly
Wonderful lawns
That make you sing songs
I wonder if your friends will sing along
Parks like these
With buzz buzz bees
Are things we need
And the park between the bridges
Is something you should see
The Bridge’s Park
by Margot Story
Deep blue is rippling
Waves are crashing
Rocks are beautiful
Flecks of color strewn around me
The trains are bumping
On the blue bridge
It’s like music
Moving through the air
Moving through my head
Cha-ching
The cold
Very cold
Makes me bundle up
Lots of layers
Wool socks
A beanie on my head
My friends are all around me
Laughing in the sunshine
Golden sun
Honey leaves
My world is of color
It is so beautiful
How have I never seen this before?
The world needs places like this
Where you can get away
And relax
And sing songs
A fresh chicken sandwich
The tire swing
Hair braided
With pretty purple petals
The cold
Has never been so warm
I feel my heart
Beating against my chest
As I let myself fall into this beautiful,
Colorful world.
Contrast in Brooklyn
by Miles
The waves splashed in the bright rays of sun, clashing with the jagged rocks
The wind howled like a wolf in the cold day
A chill came over me as the air swept through me
The beams of light met the ground and warmed it with its power,
The shadows creeped over the cement freezing everything it touched
Shattered glass sprinkled the floor and shimmered in the light
Whoever wants a windswept waterscape needs only their eyes in Brooklyn
That day was an explosion of contrast and color
Like a time bomb of color just waiting to explode
BOOM!
The Bones of Brooklyn
By Nate CS
The Brooklyn Bridge is my favorite bridge.
I get to drive across it every week!
But walking across it is much better
I enjoy seeing the love locks linger there.
I’m refreshed to watch the water splash under the bridge
I can always see boats crossing below.
The sound of cars never leaves my head
I can’t picture what it would look like without the bridge there.
The brown bricks of Dumbo would be all you see.
The flag is small but flaps wildly in the wind,
I wish I could embrace the glorious colors,
Red, white, and blue.
New York City is a person,
Manhattan is the body and the bridges are the bones
So if the city is a person,
I wonder what we are?
American Flag
October 26th 2016
By Romy Croquet
Roses are red violets are blue.
The waves crash down on the river too.
You can sit on rocks by the stream or on the grass.
There is a carousel covered in walls of glass.
At the park we hear dogs bark.
I saw an American flag as we all played a game of tag.
We saw birds pass by.
They flew into the sky.
It was a sunny day.
The kind of day you want to play.
The kind of play where you want to run.
The kind of run that is so fast you could fall
The kind of fast that’s fun.
The kind of fun run.
I wondered how some bricks ended up on the shore.
There was also an apple core.
I see and smell the river.
The weather made us all shiver.
Then we all got on the subway.
Thinking about our day…
Blue Ocean Bridge Park
By Sam Soldo
I love the blue ocean
The happy energy
The pebbly curvy rocks.
I see the tall buildings and
I hear the the “swoosh swoosh” boats.
I see the splashy water in the ocean.
I hear planes and the train trailing.
I feel happy with a lot of energy
Which reminds me of the beach.
The big side to side waves were
As small as a little chipmunk.
I wonder why the waves aren’t that big?
A COLD FALL DAY
By Setsuko Bey
A cold fall day
I see the wavy water crashing
The rocks are toppling on top of each other
Seaweed slipping and sliding through the rocks
Boats going through the waves
I see the red Verizon building, it must be warm in there
I’m freezing
Why just why is it so cold outside
Sniff sniff said my nose
I want to be warm in my bed
My stomach is grumbling I want my rainbow bagel
I’m in lots of jackets but still cold
“Sunlight” I yell
Halleluia!
sun sun sun
My life depends on sun
I’m thinking about pickles
My partner is finished so am I
We’re on the tire swing at the park
Ahhhh I’m going so fast
My brain is swirling round and round
My heart is beating very fast buboom
We’re taking a picture, say “Field trip!”
The birds are chirping – they want my popcorn
It is as cold as a penguin in Antarctica
Its lunch, yay!
Yum yum yum yum yummy oh yay
I sang that song about a million times in my head
The gray and blue train came
Rumble fumble tumble the train went down the track
We all screamed “ahhhhhhhhhhh”
I see a bride, her dress is as swift as a cat
Brooklyn Brooklyn Brooklyn it’s only Brooklyn
The End
Brooklyn Bridge Park Experience
by Yves Ayache
I’m sitting in the warm sun while I hear waves crashing against the rocks
Me and my friends are studying the view while we take notes
So cold we laughed so hard our hands were freezing as ice
First I was chilly and now I’m warm
We saw a yellow water taxi with black stripes and a speed boat leaving
flows of water behind
Vroom vroom said the speed boat
Toot toot said the water taxi
We went to the park with pirate ships
We played tag
Seeing surroundings as a colorful way of life
Why is that
I wonder
Am I like John Cabot?
Fall
By Zen
We were in Brooklyn while the wind was blowing,
The waves were crashing,
The leaves were swaying,
The subway was running,
People were talking “When’s lunch!!!”
And the boats were racing. Kind of.
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