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Spring-spiration

The following collection of poems were created collaboratively with Mr. Coll's Nature Writing students, and GFA third graders. 

 

By Brielle Johnson (3), Sahni Peterson (3), and Andie Durkin (12)

THE WHITE PINE IN SPRING
 

As tall as the tree from The Lion King

the white pine sees the new daffodils,

short and yellow and green,

and the distant cherry blossoms,

pink and baby pink.

The pine remembers the winter,

brown and leafless, and exclaims,

“Welcome back, my beautiful friends!”

 

CHERRY TREE IN BLOSSOM

It is white and brown, 

like a white piece of paper. 

Grass surrounds the tree

like a beautiful salad. 

Through the branches, I see beauty.

Through the branches, I hear wind.

The bark feels like a real armadillo,

and my heart says the world is a beautiful place.

 

SPRING SONNET

I see a forest, and it’s green.

I hear people talking and birds chirping.

The fallen pine cones feel pointy.

I smell the nice lavender.

Oh spring, I love your purple jewels

and how you make me sweat!

Spring, could you be a little colder?

“No, thank you. I don’t want to.”

A butterfly floats.

The grass stands still.

The butterfly floats away.

The cool breeze tickles my skin.

Oh spring, are you meant to grow flowers?

“Yes. Oh yes. I am.”

Earth Day / April 22, 2022

Collaborative Poetry with Mr. Coll

 

By Wylie Hempleman (3), Jake Owen (3), and Fiona Burton (11)

THE WHITE PINE IN SPRING

The wind is blowing, but not high enough for the pine,

who sees daffodils yellow as a girls’ lacrosse ball

and white cherry blossoms blowing in the wind.

The pine can’t forget the winter – 

all the trees fading away – 

and says, “How would you feel 

if everyone around you faded away

and you couldn’t do anything about it?”

 

BLOSSOMING CHERRY TREE

The cherry tree has white fluffy flowers:

a rain of cute cats and dogs 

that die when they touch the ground.

Green grass blows in the wind

like little green twigs.

Through the branches, birds chirp.

Through the branches, birdsong and talking

and oh! a bear whistle. 

The bark is like a rough burlap bag,

but my heart is soft velvet and poofy clouds.

 

SPRING SONNET

Birds swimming in the blue lake of the sky.

Pine cones falling off trees.

This tree trunk is smooth, rough, and warm.

Honey sap in the clean, crisp air.

Oh spring, I love your sweetness and warmth!

You grow back the leaves and clear the air.

Spring, would you like to go crocodile swimming in the Amazon?

Spring says, “Holy s’moly, you guys are dumb!”

Third graders are playing “The Ground Is Lava.”

A beautiful flower stands silent and still.

The sun like a cheeseburger, the bright white tree.

The breeze like paper slipping over my arms.

Oh spring, how do you become a thing and make flowers bloom?

Spring says, “It’s like the universe decided to zoom!”

 

By Anika Hall (3), Cora Schoff (3), and Riley Meyer (10)

 

THE WHITE PINE OBSERVES THE COMING OF SPRING

The white pine sees red leaves and white flowers with bees.

Daffodils look like the sun with beauty and fun.

Cherry blossoms fall from the trees. 

In winter, the pine stared up at the moon in the silence of night.

Now, it’s a joy to see all of the trees lovely and bright!

 

CHERRY TREE IN BLOSSOM

Patches of white, what a delight!

The blossoms are elegant yet awesome,

surrounded by green and blue in the sky.

Small green shoots emerge from the snow, 

all the green grass rising from below. 

I can hear the wind and feel

the wooden veins on the tree –

the wings of a butterfly, heartwarming and free.

 

SPRING SONNET

The arch and the meadows

and the tornado in the sky!

The flight of the bird

and the chirping at night!

The texture of the dandelion, 

so smooth and delightful.

It smells so sweet and wonderful!

The ring of the chime,

what a wonderful time

to be out in the spring,

which is nurturing nature,

the sky shifting as we walk,

the trees standing tall

while the flowers bloom.

 

By Sylvie Hayden (3), Emily Miller (3), and Kavya Krishnamurthy (12)

THE EVERGREEN IN SPRING

As tall as two grown-up giraffes,

the pine sees yellow ants (daffodils) 

and a white beaver (a blossoming cherry).

He remembers the winter, all his friends

losing their leaves and flowers and friends:

“Why don’t I lose my color

if I lose all of my friends?”

 

BLOSSOMING CHERRY TREES

Brown branches and thick sheets of whitish, purplish blossoms:

a playground covered in snow.

Trees, grass, and yelling people: 

people in Health class, screaming and breaking pencils.

(They’re going to get yelled at by the teacher.)

The flowers are white chocolate-chip cookies,

or clouds with little green birds in them.

The sound of my friends and the cars and the wind!

When I touch the flowers, they are as soft

as the scarf on my head; my heart,

happy and calm, is as smooth as a silk blanket.

 

SPRING SONNET 

A stick! Perfect holes in the wood. (It’s been eaten.) 

My hand through the grass: 

whoosh like a wave.

Someone is crunching and crushing a pinecone.

The dirt feels like cold crumbly clay –

a dry-wipe cut into millions of pieces – 

and smells like sweet smelly grass.

Oh spring, I love your green polka-dotted skirt

and pine hair, your brown shoes and green socks!

I love your blooming flowers and seedlings,

the way you turn the cold colorful, 

and now I can wear dresses!

I love how you bring the warmth 

back to the earth to play in the dirt.

 

By Miladia Gasbarro (3), Sydney Cella (3), and Georgia Palmgren (11)

IN SPRINGTIME, THE WHITE PINE REMEMBERS WINTER

The tall green spiky pine looks at the daffodils:

“They have bright yellow petals,

and I do not. They have a tiny view, 

and I do not, and I am glad!

The white cherry blossoms

are more beautiful.

I remember the winter,

when I trembled in my bark.

It was so cold that I lost my spark!”

 

THE CHERRY TREE

The tall cherry tree has white flowers 

and smells good, like a good-smelling maple tree.

The tree is surrounded by pretty green grass 

and flower petals, white and falling like snow.

Through the branches, beautiful flowers.

Through the branches, a bird singing.

The bark is like foam, or like something sharp:

it hurts when you push too hard. 

 

SPRING SONNET

A whimpering spring day, sad to see it pass.

After I see a hound, 

beautiful birds in the background. 

This smooth bark branch has a little spike.

Then I smell a flower that I like.

Oh spring, I love your raggy old tee shirt!

Every moment you shine, it’s getting brighter.

Spring, I want you to come look 

at the dead bushes with me!

“No, this is the season of growth 

and heat coming back.”

The wind blows the soft flower petals.

The dead bushes stand still. 

Green vibrant grass. Brightly bouncing flowers.

 

By Sawyer Blair (3), Thomas Ross (3), and John Paul Atehortua (12)

 

THE WHITE PINE IN SPRING

Very tall, very green, very big, and very round, the white pine 

sees the daffodils as very small and bright, like stars.

The blossoming cherry trees are small and far, like white flowers.

In winter, the white pine said, “Everything is gone, only I linger.”

Now, he says to the returning flowers and trees,

“Hello, old friends. How was heaven?”

 

CHERRY TREE IN BLOSSOM

Friendly, complex, welcoming, 

with crazy branches reaching out to me,

the cherry tree looks like a mini-jungle, a maze,

surrounded by more cherry trees 

and familiar jungles. One big white void.

Through the branches, leaves growing into flowers.

Through the branches, no noise. Only peace.

 

SPRING SONNET

Fallen tree 

blocking our path, 

amazing and beautiful.

Birds whispering 

their secrets, 

their stories.

Something spiky and soft, 

familiar but foreign.

Minty pines caress 

my nostrils. Oh spring, 

I love your skin, 

soft as a bed of dirt.

Bring us back to life 

from the cold winter!

Earth Day / April 22, 2022

Collaborative Poetry with Mr. Coll

 

By Loulie Grimes (3), Julia Schwarz (3), and Lily Lind (11)

 

THE WHITE PINE IN SPRING

A tall, rectangular shape towering over all,

the pine tree sees the daffodils as tiny, bright, and distant.
The flowering cherry trees are pale and graceful

pink objects in the distance. Remembering

the winter as cold, lonely, and sad, the pine says,

“Welcome back from your hibernation, my friends!”

 

THE CHERRY TREE IN BLOSSOM

The blossoming full white tree

is the sun beaming upon snow after a blizzard.

The tree surrounded by children, sky, and birds

is a swan surrounded by water lilies in a lake.

Through the branches, I see soft white petals.

Through the branches, I hear the wind whistling 

and birds tweeting. When I touch the bark,

it reminds me of sand stuck to my skin in summer,

and my heart feels connected to the tree.

 

SPRING SONNET

The green grass speckled with the yellow flowers.

The wind blowing through the trees.

The bark feels like stone towers.

The fragrance of the flowers loved by bees.

Oh spring, I love the yellow jewels coating your trees,

and how your sun glistens against my skin.

Spring, would you like to sit in the breeze?

“Of course. When would you like to begin?”

Your butterflies flapping their wings.

The pine trees standing still and beautiful.

The lavender flowers are beautiful things!

The breeze makes my hair full. 

Oh spring, how can your heat be so lively and bright?

“I shine with the warmth of your own inner light.”

 

By Ana Ponomareva (3), Harper Watts (3), and Camille Ewing (11)

 

THE WHITE PINE IN SPRING

Tall and piny, with a nest at the top, the white pine

sees the daffodils as mustard-yellow ants scurrying across grass

and the flowering cherry trees as white kittens playing in the wind.

In winter, his feet were cold in the snow, and he felt unique and alone. 

Now, he looks out and says, “What a wonderful world!”

 

THE CHERRY TREE IN BLOSSOM

White, heart-shaped petals:

snow in spring!

Surrounding the tree,

lamp posts, grass, petals, fields.

Through the branches, more trees and flowers.

Through the branches, the sound of wind.

When I touch the flowers, 

they feel as light as soft silk, 

and my heart sings like a bird.

 

SPRING SONNET

Dandelions, leaves, flowers, grass,

wind in the trees, birds, breeze,

thorns on a rose, sharp as glass,

pollen in the air, honey, and more.

O spring, I love your flower crown,

your butterfly dress, and how

you bloom the flowers and grow the grass!

Spring, will you come with me

to admire the trees?

“Oh, yes, I’d love to come with you

to admire the trees, 

the flowers in bloom,

the quiet tree stumps, 

and the wind in the weeds.”

 

By Emerson Clark (3), Julian Kerschner (3), and Sophie Whidden (11)

 

THE WHITE PINE IN SPRING

With tall and waving branches, the white pine

sees the distant daffodils: yellow blobs.

The flowering cherry trees

are tiny white things growing off branches.

In winter, he was lonely and sad, his branches down.

Now, he says to the returning flowers and trees,

“I have missed your color! Where have you been?”

 

CHERRY TREE IN BLOSSOM

Dark, uneven bark. Delicate light pink and white flowers.

A piece of heaven, as peaceful as the beach,

the wind on your face and the sound of waves.

Surrounded by grass, fallen petals, young kids, 

other blooming trees, blue sky, soft breeze.

It looks like the start of spring!

Through the branches: holes, petals, moss, 

dirt, and other growing plants.

Through the branches: the peaceful sound of silence.

 

SPRING SONNET

All of the little green trees in the space behind us!

Birds chirping and singing high up in the trees.

This branch feels smooth and tickly.

Clear and crisp air with the scent of surrounding nature.

Oh spring, I love your bright green hair!

Some of it is puffy, and some is prickly.

I love how you relax me. 

I couldn’t sleep without you!

Spring, would you like to go to Antarctica 

to bring some green there?

“I’m sorry, I can’t come. Don’t want to ruin the spring spirit.”

The little trees next to us stand quiet and still.

Branches move with the breeze,

and a deer leaps gracefully through the trees.

 

By Alexander Mulligan (3), Liam Roth (3), and Brady Melnick (11)

 

THE WHITE PINE IN SPRING

Very green and very tall, the white pine sees

the daffodils as little weird yellow things like ants.

He sees the white branches of the cherry trees

and remembers the winter snow, piling up and blending in.

Now, he looks out at the returning flowers and trees.

“Welcome back!” the tree exclaims.

 

CHERRY TREE IN BLOSSOM

White blossoms swaying in the wind,

like flying chipmunks in the air.

Surrounding fields of plush green grass, 

like the green of the great pine tree.

Through the branches, I spot a star

in the middle of the flowers.

Through the branches, I hear

the tree’s silence and wind from the outside.

When I touch the tree, the leathery bark

reminds me of a horse’s back,

and my heart feels and hears a crunch.

 

SPRING SONNET

A bee on a flower.

The birds calling in the sky.

Bark that is rough like life.

The smell of blooming flowers.

Oh spring, I love your cool blue polo shirt

and how you walk in the sun!

Spring, would you like to go to the pool?

“Why, yes, I would love to!”

A dog runs along the path.

A tree stands still in the wind.

The grass! A baseball fence! Purple flowers! My own shoes!

The breeze tickles my skin and flows around my clothes.

But why do you create allergies, dear spring?

“They make it so you can hear the birds sing!”

Earth Day / April 22, 2022

Collaborative Poetry with Mr. Coll

 

By Sadie Haverstick (3), Reed Colbert (3), and Alison Bouchard (11)

 

THE PINE TREE IN SPRING

Green needles and a monster’s arms and fingers

reach out to grab you. Then you die.

The pine feels giant. From up high, 

the daffodils seem like yellow specks

with little green stripes, and the cherry trees

are a white snowfall that never stops. 

(The pine tree thinks it’s weird.)

In the winter, all his friends had gone

silent and bare. Why wouldn’t they talk to him?

Now, he says to the returning flowers and trees,

“Why did you abandon me? I thought we were friends.”

 

THE CHERRY TREE IN BLOSSOM

Thick on the bottom and thin on the top, with beautiful flowers:

a wedding dress on a beautiful bride who is crying. 

The surrounding grass is green and nicely trimmed,

like it’s the 1970s, and an old farmer is coming to bury his wife.

Through the branches, moss and snow and pointy bark.

Through the branches, wind and birds and cries of sadness.

When I touch the tree, the bark is rough and bumpy,

and my heart bumps harder. It bumps harder and harder.

 

SPRING SONNET

Butterflies flutter in the flowers. Lightning strikes a tree.

Birds chirp in the distance.

This leaf’s like a blanket or towel, soft and furry as a dog.

The air is fresh with newly-blossomed flowers.

Oh spring, I love your bright green dotted with purple and yellow

and your bright sunny smile that leads to summer!

Spring, do you want to pick a flower?

“Oh, no! Do not ruin my dress!”

A dog follows his owner with his tail wagging.

One tree stands as if it’s frozen in time.

Grass! Bushes! Trees! Vines! Daffodils!

Oh spring, why do things bloom now and not in winter?

“Because the cold makes it so nothing can grow.”

 

By Isabella Backus (3), Keaton Ellis (3), Miles Meyer (3), and Nancy Duer (11)

THE WHITE PINE IN SPRING

To the big tall green tree 

(like an alien

twisty

intense 

wind-swept) 

the daffodils 

are a yellow river

a highway

and the flowering cherry

is a sleepy giant

 

THE CHERRY TREE IN BLOSSOM

White petals with bubbles, shaking in the breeze.

Covered with bark, the tree is life, tiredness, a bloom,

surrounded by people, turf, sky, and earth.

Through the branches, green leaves, pollen, yellow sprouts.

Through the branches, the sound of laughter and wind.

 

SPRING SONNET

The green grass looks like an ocean crashing into the trees.

Birds are singing. The train whistles by.

Sticks feel bumpy like a car tire.

I smell the green, the dirt, the flowers.

Oh spring, I love your green shirt and magenta shoes!

I love that you are so nice and creative.

Spring, how would you like to go to dinner?

“Yes, of course. I would love to get dinner!”

A white butterfly.

The smooth heavy rocks.

The yellow flowers and bright red building.

The cool breeze through our hair.

Oh spring, how does it feel to be so alive?

“It feels amazing, just amazing, to thrive!”

 

Earth Day / April 22, 2022

 

 

By Andrew Schneider (3), Dylan Weiss (3), and Sadie Paulos (11)

 

THE PINE TREE IN SPRING

 

To the tall spiky pine tree, 

the daffodils look like

yellow polka dots

and the flowering cherry trees

are beautiful white dots.

The pine remembers winter:

covered in snow, tortured by snow.

To the returning flowers and trees,

the pine says, “Old friends!”

 

CHERRY TREES IN BLOSSOM

 

Old bark. Flowers like popcorn.

Nuclear big hijack man.

Cherry trees galore! (But also

tons of flower petals and such.)

The surroundings are little green soldiers.

Through the branches: grumpy, sad, lumpy.

Through the branches: birds and wind.

When I touch the tree, sadness –

And my heart feels connected.

 

SPRING SONNET

 

A guy walking a dog. A train

rushing by. The sound of wind.

Something soft, hairy, and straight.

The smell of pine.

Oh spring, I love your yellow 

pants and tan shoes!

You’re good at dancing,

going to New Mexico,

and eating ants. Spring, 

would you like to play Pokemon GO?

“No, that’s a horrible game

that disrespects the United States

and the environment.” 

The wind blows through the trees.

 

Earth Day / April 22, 2022

Collaborative Poetry with Mr. Coll

 

By Charlotte Drolet (3), Luca Peperone (3), and Zoma Tessema (11)

 

THE PINE TREE IN SPRING

 

Green, tall, and blowing in the wind, the pine tree

sees the daffodils as lovely yellow dots.

The flowering cherry trees 

are white, pink, medium-sized, and pretty.

Remembering the cold, cold winter,

the pine looks at the flowers and trees 

and says, “Yay, you’re back!”

 

CHERRY TREE IN BLOSSOM

 

The tree is tall and full, with pink flowers.

A circle. Grandparent to a stick.

Surrounded by grass, branches, rocks.

Surrounded by a wall of spikes.

Through the branches, I see shreds.

Through the branches, I hear nothing.

When I touch the tree, I feel sadness,

and my heart remembers to be happy.

 

SPRING SONNET

 

White trail, drooping branches, big tree.

The sound of leaves brushing 

and children laughing.

Smooth flowers. Crumbly bark.

The smell of fresh leaves, green, faint mint.

Oh spring, I love your green dress, 

your bright necklace, 

and your handsome green tuxedo! 

I love your blue hair and how 

you write and draw beautiful things! 

Spring, would you like to go to the ocean?

“Yes, I would. I love the ocean very much.”

The bees are flying around..

The big tree stands quiet and still.

 

Earth Day / April 22, 2022

Collaborative Poetry with Mr. Coll

 

By Harry Gibson (3), River Patino (3), and Ben Isenstein (12)

 

THE WHITE PINE IN SPRING

 

To the pine tree just chilling in the breeze, 

the daffodils seem like yellow dots

and the flowering cherry trees

are beautiful white circles.

The winter was very bare, not much color.

To the returning flowers and trees, 

the pine says, “You guys are finally back!”

 

THE CHERRY TREE IN BLOSSOM

 

Thick at the root. White blossoms.

It’s like my backyard!

Surrounded by a fence, lamp posts, buildings,

it reminds me of a movie.

Through the branches, I see the sky.

Through the branches, I hear laughter, footsteps.

When I touch the tree,

it reminds me of chocolate bark,

and my heart keeps beating slower and slower. 

 

SPRING SONNET

 

Trees!

The wind blowing through their branches.

Bark like sandpaper and dry skin.

I smell pollen from flowers.

Oh spring, I love your yellow and green leaves

and how you are warm and calming!

Spring, can you go to the North Pole?

“Yeah, and I’ll melt all the snow so I can go to Santa’s workshop!”

A white dog trots down the path.

A tree stands still and quiet. 

Yellow flowers. Green grass. A stone wall.

The breeze is a cool, soft feeling, like a tissue.

Oh spring, is your dirt healthier than winter or fall?

“My dirt is healthy, but winter is an issue.”