by Emily | Mar 12, 2021 | Elementary Poetry
— Saana Amundson is a fourth grader at Harborview Elementary School
by Emily | Mar 12, 2021 | Elementary Poetry
The waves struck the small opening to the pool as the sun was sinking down. White swans elegantly swam to the edge of the pool, dipping their heads in with grace, smoothly lifting their heads to surface and float silently across the water as it rippled in response....
by Emily | Mar 12, 2021 | Middle School Poetry
The waves are crashing on the shimmering rocks The seagulls are squawking, beginning to flock Where the silvery fish splash water as they jump I sit with my back to an old, twisted tree stump Watching, just watching, feeling no need to talk The brilliant sun reflects...
by Emily | Mar 12, 2021 | Middle School Poetry
Sitka floods It rains every day Floods the town like the ocean Then we are a pond Water Lullaby Water is cold, Water is warm, Water is wet Water Is dry Rain in the sky means a day in Rain means family time Rain is calm Rain puts us to sleep with its beautiful music...
by Emily | Mar 5, 2021 | High School Poetry
1. From the winter skies drifted down chunks of soft snow Not an uncommon sight in the dead of winter Clouds thick with bitter snow, blocking the moons glow. Blanketing the sky with swirls of dark gray. 2. In the morning glow of the sun The snow remains, a reminder of...
by Emily | Mar 5, 2021 | High School Poetry
I. Water is immensely interesting, It can be seen in so many forms, Oceans, lakes, rivers, snow, and ice. II. They all have different smells. Oceans smell like brine, snow and ice smell fresh and cold, Rivers and lakes usually smell clean and pure. III. They all have...
by Emily | Mar 5, 2021 | High School Poetry
1.The hot engines rattling nonstop to tow the large net swiftly. Surrounding the salmon. 2.Swimmimg violently onwards, white water hurling over rocks. Never able to give up, the salmon swim on. 3.Standing alone with determination, continuing to grip the pole. Unable...
by Emily | Mar 5, 2021 | High School Poetry
A golden spear strikes the blanket of peace, At a time when all the noises cease, When the water is so still you can see your reflection, That when you know the morning’s perfection. When your eyes are barely open and nothing else is awake, When the sunrise in the sky...
