Poems
(written by Ms. Wadach's first graders)
In The Tree House
The sunlight
twinkles on the leaves,
shining golden and fiery.
The wind
plays music on the
branches
scratchiung, whoosing,
shaking like maracas.
We are floating
on a soft feather pillow
of leaves.
Shadow
Millons of arms
reaching like claws.
Thousands of antenna
sensing the air.
Drooling leaves
green and gold and brown.
A giant monster?
An alien?
No!
It’s our tree, Shadow!
