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 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
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 a tree and that's all I can be.
I am fond of all because I am a tree and that's all I can be.
By Ivy
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