My Box

By Ryan

I will put in the box

The Twin Towers from New York

A comet from the deepest part of space

An America eagle flying over the Grand Canyon

I will put in the box

My cat’s super soft calico fur

The beautiful aquamarine Maldives water

A field covered with snow

I will put in the box

The best sushi in all of Japan

A veggie burger from Washington D. C. 

 Pizzas from Pisa

I will put in the box

The feeling of being in the cockpit of the F14 tom cat

The dream of me flying over the Himalayas

Me as a magnificent white swan

My box is fashioned from rubies, emeralds, sapphires, diamonds and topazes

The hinges are made out of gold

With a big diamond on the top.

I will keep it safe in my bedroom

Let no one see it

It will always be my box.

My Dragon

My dragon is an Ice dragon;

He is made of frost.

He loves to play around in the snow all day

And all night he lies there deep in slumber.

His wings are aquamarine-blue,

His tail has millions of crystal spikes,

His eyes are like snowflakes,

His breath is as icy as the North Pole.

He eats grass that ben covered with snow,

He lives in the coldest cave,

His name is Snowflake.

His teeth are very blunt

From eating so much grass.

He is so nice

He is the best dragon ever.

haiku

It tickles my hand

It’s like a small ladybird.

Go back to your tree.

Rozenn

Red spotty firebug,

You look like a ladybird,

You have lovely spots.

Claudia

Sleepy praying priest,

Wish good luck to the firebug:

Fly baby firebug!

Jacques

It smells like cherry,

Lavender feels soft like fur,

It has flowers on.

Amelia

On the lavender

There is one last small flower

Which is dying now.

Alicia

Olive tree, cold, freeze,

Rosemary, maple tree burns,

Lavender curls up.

Pablo

Bushes that smell nice:

Lavender and Rosemary;

Not those spiky balls.

Tobias

Old olive tree curled,

Enjoying the gentle breeze, 

Sprouting fresh olives.

Mimi

 Light sings through the trees.

Leaves fall with a crunch of bugs.

The bugs are pretty crazy.

Penelope

When the red leaves fall,

The red firebugs fall as well,

And caterpillars.

Cristina

When the leaves fall down

They turn red and yellow up down

There are also fruit.

Maia

The maple is big,

Leaves have only six sides.

See, a spiky ball!

Fernando

Green spikes everywhere,

Maple tree hung with stink bombs:

I gave one to Jacques.

Gustavo

Red maple tree leaf,

Falling on the short green grass,

I take you back home.

Clara

The outline is white.

It looks like it is cracking:

A baby bird’s egg.

Ryan