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~KAYRA~
08-17-2014, 03:56 PM
Into the Woodland​
I wonder further in the wood​
then pause to take in all I could,​
and there beneath its canopy​
I'm caught up in all its beauty.​
The colours start in palest green​
a vibrant living leafy screen,​
and spreading out in waves of pink​
the Willow Herb and nettles link.​
Insects buzz in whispered words,​
the broad old Oak is full of birds​
where Great Tits dare an early call,​
beneath Jays dig within the sprawl.​
Beyond a line of Foxglove towers​
rise above a glade of flowers​
and light, a shaft between the trees​
guides me on with quiet ease.​

~KAYRA~
08-17-2014, 03:57 PM
The Marsh​

by Cheryl Sandberg​

The clouds are placed in such a way​
that seems to cast some heightened logic​
on the foray of the flats and clay,​
picking out the green from beige.​

The moist brown ink and tainted gold,​
is straw becoming copper, weaving​
slanting yellows, burnished and bold,​
turning their flower heads skyward.​

A wood plank cabin, drifting on this sea,​
warden of thistles, sailing grassy waves,​
brings forth from within a twisted old tree,​
pushing up from the shadows beneath.​

Over to the east a strip of melting blue​
calls the pillions to a duel, pulling cables​
drawing lines, thrice bisecting the view,​
resisting the urge to whip free.​

The grasses beckon, giddy, for beyond​
the factory’s spires are morbidly cold,​
their flavour is on the wind and its bonded​
the smell of nature and industry.​

~KAYRA~
08-17-2014, 03:57 PM
The Great Summer Blue​
by Meg Wiseman​
I have been waiting for this moment​
and now I'm beneath it,​
looking up to it, spell bound.​
Above is the great blue, ​
the first great summer blue ​
of the year, ​
and it pulls me, ​
surrounds me,​
fills me with warmth.​
The clouds have disappeared, ​
all is clear above and ​
beyond the great blue grows.​
The warm rays of summer​
spread out in the blue,​
stretch and welcome us​
and we are beneath it, ​
knowing with pleasure that​
it's going to be sunny all day.​

~KAYRA~
08-17-2014, 03:58 PM
Collecting Water​


by Lisa Oyanna​


When the summer comes ​
we hide on down​
in the midday heat and ​
watch the land shrink​
as the devils rise to play and blur​
the horizon. But we have to drink.​
A woman walks there​
as the land bakes.​
Her skin is black​
her Iro and Gele are deep red,​
the water jug, held with one hand​
upon its rim, atop her head.​
She sways along the path,​
moving to the heat waves.​
In her vessel is the water​
for her children,​
from the well five miles back.​
She's one of many mothers​
collecting water every morning.​

~KAYRA~
08-17-2014, 03:58 PM
Autumn Leaving​
by Robert Patinson​
The colours of the trees have changed​
the landscape palette rearranged.​
Rains have come in slanting bands​
and winds arrive to rock the lands.​
The hedgehog moves to hibernate​
and birds fly south to migrate.​
The orange leaves begin to curl​
the winds and rain now mix and whirl.​
Grass along the verge turns brown​
the leaves from all the trees fall down.​
The skies turn grey the air grows cold​
Winter's on its way we're told.​

~KAYRA~
08-17-2014, 03:58 PM
Autumn Time​
by Cheryl Sandberg​
There are many colours that now appear,​
once September's here.​
The trees transform before our eyes,​
rain marks the skies.​
Bold yellows, sharp orange, deep red,​
beneath the sky of lead.​
Birds migrate and insects vanish, ​
harsh winds banish.​
Days grow short the night time long,​
hear the blackbirds song.​
The winds are cooler the night air cold,​
autumns taking hold.​

~KAYRA~
08-17-2014, 03:59 PM
Snow Storm​
By Robert Patinson​

The land was white and freezing cold​
the snow had come and taken hold.​
A blizzard moved in from the north ​
and told the flurries to go forth.​
A howling sound brings with it chills,​
frozen words drift through the hills.​
The trees wear coats of fluffy snow,​
the land’s so bright it seems to glow.​
Snowflakes drifted down from the sky​
whipped by the wind in swirls they fly.​
A light and freezing screen they form,​

the blizzard grows into a storm.​

~KAYRA~
08-17-2014, 03:59 PM
Will it Snow?​
by Meg Wiseman​

Outside the sky is white and grey,​
the forecast said its snow today.​
I walk up to the window pane​
and wonder if it might just rain.​
For as I doubt what I was told,​
as if a promise I was sold,​
I notice wisps of white appear​
at last I see the snow is here.​
Soon the snow has grown intense,​
No longer do I feel suspense.​

Instead, for sure, I will soon go​
to run and play out in the snow!​

~KAYRA~
08-17-2014, 04:00 PM
Spring Time Light​
by Robert Patinson​

At last the mornings welcome light​
has drawn the darkness from the night,​
and growing days give time and heat​
for nature's bounty to repeat.​
The trees sing out in chorus lines​
words which blossoms redefine,​
these garlands in the trees reveal​
the land can now revive and heal.​
All creatures feel the warming hand ​
of sun beams scattered on the land​

as battered grass begins to grow,​
released once more the rivers flow.​

~KAYRA~
08-17-2014, 04:00 PM
Once Again​
by Cheryl Sandberg​
A change has crept upon the land​
the warming touch of nature’s hand,​
the bleakness slowly ebbs away​
and spring time lengthens out the day.​
While early flower heads emerge​
and green and blossom white diverge,​
the hedgerows slowly come alive​
and woodlands once again soon thrive.​
The skies now team with insect life​
their hazy clouds becoming rife,​
and as the days grow warmer still​
the thought of summer breeds goodwill.​

~KAYRA~
08-17-2014, 04:00 PM
Horse Rhyme​
by Rex Miller​
I do this deed​
with lightening speed​
for I have freed​
a wondrous steed​
of noble breed​
so I can lead​
his healthy creed​
down there to feed.​
I was not told​
that too behold​
something this bold​
will take a hold​
and then unfold​
an equine gold.​

~KAYRA~
08-17-2014, 04:01 PM
The Ant and Me​
by Rex Miller​
I opened up my palm to see an ant​
waving all his arms in such a rant.​
Bending close, to my surprise, I heard a voice,​
it seemed this little ant he had no choice.​
I don't know why I left the path and then​
my giant feet had trampled on his den.​
The little ant explained they'd built a nest​
but now a crumpled mess he must protest.​
Deep down I knew my feet had done me wrong​
when walking where I just did not belong​
if only I had stayed upon the path​
this ant might be at home sat in the bath.​
I felt so sorry for this little chap​
I took him home and sat him on my lap​
then once asleep I placed him on my bed​
and even let him cuddle up to ted,​
I knew right then the ant and me were friends​
I hoped a life with me might make amends.​

~KAYRA~
08-17-2014, 04:01 PM
A Frog in his Tea​
by Rex Miller​
The frog was tired of sitting still​
so it jumped from the lawn​
to the window sill,​
and hopped through the gap​
down onto the rug,​
then up on the arm and into the mug. ​
The man looked down to his cup of tea​
and saw something swimming​
that couldn't get free.​
He lifted it carefully and there in his​
drink were two blinking eyes​
looking up in surprise.​
Both being shocked to meet over tea​
the frog and the man ​
swopped smiles of glee.​
Lifting him on to his palm he said​
"Now that's what I call a mug shot​
thank goodness my tea was not hot."​

~KAYRA~
08-17-2014, 04:01 PM
Hop Not Jump​
by Rex Miller​
I am a frog who likes to hop,​
I hop and hop and cannot stop!​
My mother said "Why not just jump,​
frogs jump not hop you silly lump!"​
I had no choice so told my mother​
"One leg is longer than the other,​
so when I go to jump like this,​
my shorter leg will always miss​
and so I hop but do not mind​
for hopping is great fun I find!"​

~KAYRA~
08-17-2014, 04:02 PM
Curlew Hunting Worms​
by Meg Wiseman​
He raised his stick leg, ​
flapped the foot and froze,​
below the mud flat washed with surf,​
a tide of white sea,​
revealing textured sludge,​
a slight movement,​
then jab and jab and jab again, ​
he thrust that long and​
slender bill, a bow like beak,​
a curving weapon and​
mud and slim and worm emerge​
to slither down that hollow tool.​

~KAYRA~
08-17-2014, 04:02 PM
White Bars​
by Lisa Oyanna (http://www.englishpoemsforkids.com/lisa-oyanna-poetry.html)​
The Hawk's curved dagger
came down against
the lines of wind,
two white bars
upon his wings,
shafts of light on metal.​
It cut behind a tree,
diving from sight.​
The tree was a great white
husk, the slabs of bark
dried in the sun,
twisted shapes the size
of shields folding free.
Beneath a white bleached
leg bone, a tree trunk,
pocked with twig knots,
thrusting its snake limbs
wide and into the blue.​
Then up above the shadow
arced away, escaping
the tree, the bow, an arrow,
the shadow Hawk
loosed into the blazing sun.​

~KAYRA~
08-17-2014, 04:02 PM
The Ant and Me​
by Rex Miller​
I opened up my palm to see an ant​
waving all his arms in such a rant.​
Bending close, to my surprise, I heard a voice,​
it seemed this little ant he had no choice.​
I don't know why I left the path and then​
my giant feet had trampled on his den.​
The little ant explained they'd built a nest​
but now a crumpled mess he must protest.​
Deep down I knew my feet had done me wrong​
when walking where I just did not belong​
if only I had stayed upon the path​
this ant might be at home sat in the bath.​
I felt so sorry for this little chap​
I took him home and sat him on my lap​
then once asleep I placed him on my bed​
and even let him cuddle up to ted,​
I knew right then the ant and me were friends​
I hoped a life with me might make amends.​

~KAYRA~
08-17-2014, 04:03 PM
Ants and Spiders​
by Cheryl Sandberg​
Behind the bush upon the mound​
ants are moving with no sound.​
Leaves are passed along the chain,​
ants as one, a single brain.​
Strands of silver make a net,​
unseen web, a silent threat.​
Fly is caught it's far too late​
spider comes to seal his fate.​
Ants march on to feed the queen​
deep below she is unseen.​
Workers feed the silent drones​
in their capsule breeding zones.​
Spider shoots its web to reach​
across the ever widening breach.​
Swinging on a single thread​
beyond the gap the web is spread.​

~KAYRA~
08-17-2014, 04:03 PM
Honey Bee and Me​
by Rex Millar​
I must not wave my arms​
at he, the fluffy honey bee​
in front of me.​
I will not flap my hands ​
and be afraid to see​
this lonely honey bee.​
I yet might scream for​
now one bee has​
tripled up to three.​
I could just shake or cry ​
for more than three​
are now in front of me!​
I might just run and​
maybe flee the​
swarm approaching me!​

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