The Day In The Park
By Alden
The clutter of birds chirping,
Fills my ears,
The shadows run miles and miles,
As the cherry blossoms stick out,
On the dark trees,
The shimmer of water is like a,
Dark spot in the light day,
The smell of grass and moss,
Are filling my nose,
It is beautiful here.
Central Park.
THE RARE BAILEY BIRD
by Alex
Central Park,
Has lots of nature,
Trees,
Grass,
Rocks.
And lots of
Sounds.
Sirens,
Pee,
From the clouds.
Kids fidget spinners.
There are,
People running,
On a track.
Stomp,
Stomp,
Stomp,
They go.
But one
Thing they have
a lot of is birds.
There are Sparrows,
Woodpeckers,
Blue Jays,
But only one,
Rare Bailey Bird.
Thththththth,
Is this rare bird’s call.
This rare bird mostly,
Flirts,
Bites itself,
And flirts.
It loves
Rocks,
Grass,
And,
People.
It carries an
Umbrella
Everywhere it goes.
That is all
We know,
About this rare bird.
Air Meets Land
By Asher Cohen
How is it so beautiful?
The vibrant green grass with patches of wet mud,
That touch the foggy air that almost looks picture perfect,
How is it so beautiful?
How is it so beautiful?
Robins chirp and blue jays sing Jay, Jay,
The chirping birds are the sound of mother Nature,
How is it so beautiful?
How is it so beautiful?
I sit on the rock that is as wet as rain and breathe in,
As I breathe in I feel calm, nourished and rested,
How is it so beautiful?
How is it so beautiful?
The foggy sky behind the dark brown trees,
And the wet rocks show me something I have not seen before,
How is it so beautiful?
On Top Of Central Park
By Avery Rosen
Sitting on top of Central Park I see twisting trees going left and right.
Sitting on top of Central Park I see patchy grass,
almost as if it is a part of a giant quilt covering and keeping the world warm,
like a jacket.
Sitting on top of Central Park I see moss slowly overwhelming trees
like a whole in a boat.
Ingeniously making the boat sink in the ocean without.
On top of Central Park I am sitting on a rock that is hard but comfortable.
To me the irregular rocks somehow resemble furniture.
Like snow,
white blossoms suffocate the trees and humans with their elegant beauty.
Sitting on top of Central Park I hear
the chitter, chitter,
of the hidden birds never seen by the human eye.
Up there in their capacious seeds that grow into mighty vast trees.
I hear the sad remorseful sound of construction and traffic,
consuming the majestic sounds of nature.
On top of Central Park the light that I see is the reflecting light off of the sad minuscule puddle that sits on the last rock.
It has lost all of its friends to the sun and slowly but surely he too will give in and evaporate.
The fluffy clouds surround the world as if there is something that they want to hide on the other side.
You can almost see through the dirt it is that shiny.
I wonder how these rocks were made?
Were they made by man and woman kind?
Or were they made by the creator?
What does Central Park look like during all of the seasons?
I feel calm and ready to run and dance with the squirrels,
or fly and tweet with the birds,
or run with the joggers running by.
Nature of Central Park
By Bailey Wolfman
Central Park
The rain drops sitting on the clovers
drop, drop, drop
Grass dancing with the wind
Cherry blossoms drooping down on the trees
Clouds scaring the sun away
Birds getting their baths while quietly chirping
Central Park
The Singers of Nature
By Crosby
Birds
Chirp, chirp, chirp,
All birds do,
From the tiniest to the biggest
The singers of nature they are.
They have a special ability that no other animal has,
That is to fly
They can soar through the air
So swiftly and quietly,
The singers of nature they are.
There could be a flock or just one
But they are all scared from one thing,
Humans,
They are just so peaceful
And elegant, so why scare them
They are harmless
Why do they have to hide?
On top of the tree tops
The singers of nature they are.
So many different types of birds,
It’s impossible to name them all,
So many different colors on their feathers,
We might not know all of them
As they fly high above
seeing a beautiful sight indeed,
The singers of nature they are.
THE SQUIRREL
By Ezra
Chit! Chit! Chit!
Look at the adorable little squirrel!
Squirrel
Brown and grey
Soft and sleek
Quick and nimble
Like a soft blanket in a bed
Late at night
Loves acorns
And climbing trees
The adventurous squirrel
The awesome squirrel
Squirrel
Swishing Like The Wind
By Gia Garland
A cold, long breeze swept through the park
A tree
Stood there like a statue
Its branches swaying
dancing to the song of the wind
A tree,
Marked its place in the earth
Long ago
And while its flowers may fall,
It shall never go,
Until it does
We may not think highly of it
There’s one thing we don’t realize
It’s falling apart, bit by bit
Until it peacefully dies
Rain and Play
By Jade
Rocky pointed schist
Wet from rain and cold.
There is light but no sun, shadows and clouds
SPLASH!
Fourth grade wet,
Getting rained on in play,
But not the second time.
Lunch with the hippos after more walking
Then comes the playing and talking.
Yah! Another playground. RECESS!
“Fort Wars” again,
Let us in!
But not at the farm.
Please Let us in!
Password
Let us in!
We’ll let you
Let us in!
Kick, Kick, Punch, Punch, lightly
Let us in! NO! Password!
More walking with backpacks and talking
and finally… getting to write.
Think and draw,
Listen and talk,
Write, and after that, more writing.
Finally leaving,
A long day plus,
Tiring please let us,
Go to back to school and rest.
On the train, we’re LATE!
“Hurry and be efficient!” Call the teachers.
On the subway,
Stops…
Get off, HURRY,
Seeing kids, leaving, parents,
Get your homework, and Let’s go!
Proud
by Kieran Vaughan
Low tangled arms,
Knotted,
Reaching out for sunlight
Reaching out for rain.
The chirping of birds huddled in its arms,
The roughness of its sturdy body
Dusted in beautiful petals.
The body, rising,
Proud.
How is something so pretty inside such a big city?
By Laiali
The sound of a faint siren melting into the soft chorus of tweets in the layered melodies of birds
Shades of colors fading in and out, soft and bold, while the light peeks through different clouds
Trees with trunks of armor and blossoms like the door opening into a new world of nature
Air crisp with the gentle breeze whipping your hair, and rustling the branches
Calmness whirling around you with the wind,
Peace growing on you like the flowers growing from a bud,
Sadness creeping up and leaving right after like spring with the seasons.
Earl The Squirrel
By Lorenzo Brigode
I have a new friend
In The Sun anD Cloud
His name is earl the squirrel
earl the squirrel likes TO Climb trees
earl the squirrel likes climbing rocks
I have a new friend
In The Sun anD Cloud
His name is earl the squirrel
earl the squirrel eats acorns
earl the squirrel is very adventures
I have a new friend
In The Sun anD Cloud
His name is earl the squirrel
earl the squirrel is fast and likes to run
earl the squirrel likes to chase birds
I have a new friend
In The Sun anD Cloud
His name is earl the squirrel
Earl The Squirrel Is Adorable!!
Moss Grows On A Stump
By Makeda
Moss Grows On A Stump
Blossom petals slowly fall
Rain stops. Ground is damp
Dandelion sways in wind
Don’t you see
Don’t you see
The cherry blossom tree with petals slowly falling
Don’t you see
The robin with its red breast
Don’t you see
The delicate dandelion
Don’t you see
The moss growing on the stump
Don’t you see
You started walking slower to look at stuff
SO MOVE THOSE FEET SLOWPOKE!
Mazes
By Margot Story
The park is like a maze
With it’s turns
And crossing roads
The forest
The benches
The many rivers and puddles that dampen our boots
But keep our souls alive
The long journey
Enjoyable, but tedious all the same
Beauteous, calming
I feel so Zen
The many playgrounds
Filled with a world that fits right into our imaginations
The way the light hits the trees
The way the birds chirp like they are singing to world
Freedom is their song
Swirling rocks, like a cloudy sky
Their texture is rough, but also smooth in some way
It is stunning, flawless
And has it’s own way of being
This world is free
This world is fun
This world is calm and quiet and tranquil
And I love it.
The Twisted Willow
By Miles
A twisted willow stands mangled,
In front of me there are trees just blossoming for spring
but the bare willow still stands out
The red robins catch my attention,
For a second,
They sang like the thoughts flowing through my head
They seemed to keep getting louder
Again the thoughts throbbed throughout me,
I was ripped from the beauteous breasted birds,
As if to be alive,
As if it was walking toward me there it was
The twisted willow.
A Walk in the Park
By Nate
Walking around looking at tree’s recovering from the rain
Strange shaped rocks with moss and puddles that look like tiny mirrors
Seeing the tree’s casting a shadow over the grass
Clouds putting out the sun making all the plants look sad and gloomy
Hearing trucks hitting puddles
breaking their reflection into hundreds of drops
Birds singing and playing in the sky
The green landscape makes me feel calm and happy in the sad weather.
The silence making most people full of energy
A walk in the park
is beautiful
a walk in the park
is special
a walk in the park
is full of wonder
Cherry Blossoms
By Romy Croquet
The breeze is cold and wet,
The cherry blossoms
Are white and pink ,
The trees are green
Pink and white and green
The dew covers the grass,
As puppies play and their
owners unleash them,
The kids are running around too,
But they are calm and quiet
The birds chirp
And the cherry blossoms swing
With the wind…
I See, I Feel, I Hear
By Sam
I see brown trees and blooming tulips.
I see trees made of thick bumpy bark.
It is cloudy and dark but it is still day time.
I hear birds chirping and noisy sirens.
How did these large rocks get here?
I feel hyper like a cheetah when it is happy.
Ha ha ha!
I feel happy as I play and run around.
I feel happy as I see birds of all kinds.
Pink Cherry Blossoms Left to Right
By Suko
Pink and soft.
Pretty and calm.
Mellow and sweet.
Japanese and peaceful.
Pink Cherry Blossoms are Kawaii.
WET ROCK
By Suko
Rock
Smooth
Cold
Wet
Mossy
Soft
Cosy
Slippery
Rock
Bird Of The Tree
By Suko
Blue
Black
White
soft
calm
Chippy
Pretty
Blue Jay!
A SQUIRREL.
by Yves
A squirrel
Fast and swift
Move like the wind,
“ Tweet Tweet!” says the bird
Eats acorns in the shade that the trees provide
Climbs up a tree
Jumps gracefully to the next tree
The cool and fresh wind refreshes the squirrel Like ice in the air
“ Tweet tweet!”
Tell me,
Where do squirrels come from?
Manhattan
By Zen
Take the B train and you’ll see some trees.
96th street is the place,
When the pine comes to smell,
Walk, bike, or ride
To the place where trees be
And where birds chirp
Where rocks lay to sleep.
The grip on your bike.
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