Wind
Laurel B., Grade 7
The gentle breeze caresses the fields,
And fires the windy storm
And though it blows icy cold,
It tells the secrets it will hold
Moon on the Sea
Laurel B., Grade 7
The moon reflecting on the bay,
Like a stream of silver light.
Then she makes haste, and flees by day
And weeps silver tears by night.
Here and Now
Laurel B., Grade 7
As someone once told me,
Ignorance is bliss.
Not to know
Is not to care
About the horrors in a world like this.
These problems could be so easily cured,
If we did our share
To think about someone else
And actually to care.
The Rain Storm
Laurel B., Grade 7
The air is tight with tension,
Before the first cloud will break.
And I mustn't forget to mention,
The sky looks so unnatural, colorless, and fake.
Now the winds blow stronger,
A burst of thunder breaks the night,
And then with the rain,
Comes a flash of light.
Rain pelts the scorched shore
And for a moment we can see
A picture of the day and night
And how irresponsibly destroyed our world can be.
A Green Beret's Plea
Laurel B., Grade 7
I stand near this high stone wall,
Where memories remain.
Of when the innocent did once fall,
Happy to leave the unjust pain.
Carefully we aimed our guns,
And destroyed another city,
Killing mother, daughters, and sons,
And then left without time for pity
I left for the army in '64
When the country was still green
When I returned their idealism was no more,
Because a war like this was unforeseen.
And so I go to Haight and Ashburry ,
To watch them sing and dance.
But do they understand the weight we carry,
Of the soldiers who never had a chance?
Vietnam
Laurel B., Grade 7
Drafted into a war we think is unjust;
Killing with weapons of chemical dust.
Do you know Vietnam is a tropical forest?
Your information is some of the poorest.
does it bother you we're decimating cities,
Or does that not fall under one of your pities?
Why are we even fighting in 'Nam?
Where is the DMZ now Uncle Sam?
The Storm
Laurel B., Grade 7
The rain is plummeting down to earth
In silver, icy sheets
Rattling the window panes
Like violent savage fleets.
"We've come to wage a war!"
Their pounding easily implies.
The storm against the humans
Rain falling wildly, an insult flies.
"We've won," they cried for all to hear.
They shake my feeble door.
The wind howls with delight
For this is a storm that none can ignore.
Summer Rain
Laurel B., Grade 7
Summer rain
Gently washing clean
Sun-scorched fields
On wet, humid days
Forest (Haiku)
Laurel B., Grade 7
The stream is silent
For a winter frost has set
The forest is still
Mother and Child
Laurel B., Grade 7
Mother with a child on her arm,
Trying to keep her from unjust harm.
Without a home and no where to turn,
Her forehead is creased with concern.
Her child is sick, she's full of fear
But holds strong with an unshed tear.
You feel the warmth only a mother can give,
For you are that child, just wanting to live.
For John:
Laurel B., Grade 7
Thank you for sharing your songs with me,
Each one like a prayer.
So optimistic, and yet so true,
You showed me that you really care.
Thank you for always being there,
Ready with a smile.
Reminding me when life was hard,
That it was still worthwhile.
I know you're in a better place,
Now that you're gone.
But while it hurts deep inside
I know in my heart you will live on.
My devil sticks flip,
And they have leather thongs on the tip.
I use the small sticks to flip the big one,
I toss it up high and catch it when it's done.
Round and round and round it whirls,
Probably scaring the life out of squirrels.
Making circles in the air,
I only use them when the day is fair.
To start it off I twirl it high,
Farther, farther in the sky.
I can give kids quite a show,
They just stand there while shouting, Whoa!
The sky is blue, the air is fresh.
The flowers are popping up.
The squirrels play about the trees.
The sky is full of singing birds,
and the grass is always green.
Would you please just throw that shirt out!
It's as ugly as can be.
It looks like it's been occupied
By a thousand or so fleas,
But if I don't throw that shirt out
You could catch a disease.
How is that your favorite shirt?
It's more like a big old bag of dirt,
Would you please throw out that shirt!
Each time I look at my pet snake,
He stares into my eyes,
I wonder what he thinks of me,
The answer is a surprise.
I probably look like a giant cat,
A million times bigger than one of his flies.
His tongue flickers out again, again,
A bulge goes down his body.
Just another good fact about snakes,
Their noses don't get snotty.
Swaying gently in
My hammock while the wind blows,
And rocks me to sleep.
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