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

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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

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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.

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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.

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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

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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

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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

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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?

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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

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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

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Cold Like Ice By Kieran brrrrrr Splash crash Cold    In Brooklyn Bridge Park Face like ice Zip up it’s freezing   cold like ice

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  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

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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…

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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  

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 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.

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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!

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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?

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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…

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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?  

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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

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                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?   

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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.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                             ]]>