In Writing Workshop we are interviewing people who have come to our country. It is for a nonficiton narrative about immigrants. We have talked to people from Burundi, Ireland, Sweden, Lybia, Kenya, and more places. Some of us have to wait for the interview so we get to do some free writing. Here are some poems we write today. I glide to the ground Greeting my friends We cluster to keep cold Not wanting to melt I look up seeing The rest of my Family coming down To join me Snow by Rose B-T I sit still, still, still under the cold brown dirt. Until, one morning, I want to stretch slowly rise, rise, rise Til soon I start to sprout. For years I watch children pass. Bikes, animals, runners. My friends, the ones that sing, build their nest. My favorite friend being the girl who climbs me. She tries, tries, tries till her strength builds and she reaches the top. The seasons come Some cold, some hot, some breezy. I am fond of all because I am ...