The Seventh Graders Learn Haiku
A rose stood erect In the forest near a stump. How did it get there? Frans S. | My cat's lying there With nothing better to do. How I envy him. Frans S. |
A blue and grey kite Made out of fine young branches Glides and hides the sun. Simon V. | The huge grey eagle Catches a fat juicy prey And then returns home. Simon V. |
The trees are waiting. Summer is late in coming. This is always sad. Askar A. | A baby tiger Runs in jungles to catch prey. He doesn't eat peaches. Stéphane A. |
In the high green tree A brown squirrel was sleeping - Waiting for a friend. Charlotte B. | Time flows through our lives As wind blows through old temples. No man can stop it. Roxanne T. |
Though wind blows with force, The mountain will not move. Leaves will fly away. Roxanne T. | Seventh graders: Frail Blooms of innocence. Beware! Eighth-grade gales threaten. rm |
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