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A Sampling
of Kids' Earth Poems Two

ENDANGERED SPECIES

I am the advocate of the air.
As the wind whistles through the trees,
carbon dioxide is pushed into air by cars.
We try to breathe.
As factories force pollutants into the oxygen,
we try to breathe.
As aerosol bottles spray,
we try to breathe.
As a forest fire rages because of a careless camper,
we try to breathe.

—Aaron Uldo, gr 5, Hopkins,MN


THE FIRST


Before I was born,
the rocks fell a second slow.
Before I was born,
the moon was always in the sky.
Before I was born,
the world never moved.
My father was the wind, and
when I was born,
the first thing I knew was my name:
Cheetah.
After I came,
the rocks fell faster,
After I came,
the sun moved and daytime became,
and Earth orbited the sun.


—Tim Ackerman, gr 3, Bemidji, MN

THE STORM

In Outer Space there is a storm
as light twists and turns.
All of a sudden lightning breaks—
that’s when I fall down.
A waterfall of snow sprinkles me.
Soon I know what I am,
with claws as dark as a black hole,
I am Polar Bear, brave and strong.


—Rose Giltzow, gr 3


MY SPECIAL PLACE

I walk along the shore of our swamp
and listen to the sounds,
the birds talk to each other,
the frogs croak all around,
and beavers slap their tails
against the water.

I climb out on the limb of a dead tree
and dip my feet in the water.
There I sit, and watch
the sun dip out of sight,
the pinks and purples
swirl across the sky.

— Kristin Nelson gr. 6, Scandia, MN


ACORN EATER LIVES ON

Before I was born,
trees were lonely.
Before I was born,
there were no forests.
Before I was born
acorns hung so heavy
that tree limbs would break and fall, fall.
That’s why I was born.

After my birth
I would swirl with my tail on tree limbs,
After my birth
I glided from tree to tree,
and the trees were happy.
After my birth
the acorns fell and fell
so the branches felt much better.

After my birth
I buried my acorns for supper for winter,
but the acorns grew, grew
into trees and leaves so shiny.
After my birth
there were forests,
and a lot more animals lived in my forest.

— Ryan Vance, gr. 5, Bemidji, MN

THE PLACE I’LL NEVER FORGET

The creek that gives me happiness
with water trickling down the rocks,
the plopping of wet mud,
many thorns and bushes scratch my legs,
small rocks that can cut your feet
without shoes on,
a creek I read in and splash around in,
the misty air with birds of all sorts
to chirp and breathe it,
the creek that wipes away my sorrow,
the place I’ll never forget,
the creek I spat in three times.

— Liz James, gr 5, Woodbury, MN

……..

THE LINK OF LIFE

The things of nature
link together
to make a chain.
Everything joins
in links of their own kind.
Then there’s the Link
that holds them
all together,
taking
each little chain
to form One.
Without One
they are nothing,
together
they are everything,
together
they form the Chain
of Life.

 

— Lindsay Weber, gr 5, Woodbury, MN

THE HORSE

My horse’s hooves dance in snow,
His mane flies through the air,
His ears dance forward,
His eyes dance slowly,
My horse jumps for happiness into thin air!

— Alyssa Pechmann 5, Hopkins, MN

THE CHAMELEON


I was born of a leaf,
an incognito image.

I tiptoed off the leaf,
my color changed
as if worried to be seen.

When seen I run
like lightning

Through my colors as
an incognito image.

—Adriane Pechmann 6, Hokins, MN

………
THE FUTURE OF THE SEA

I walk to the sea,
and I see the sea,
I scream when I see the sea.
The sea is empty.

I see the bones of many fish,
abandoned coral reefs.
I see so many signs of a lost world.
But I do not see the sea.

--Jesse Hatanpaa, gr 5, Hopkins, MN


GETTING BIGGER

Flowers laugh in grass
Grass laughs in dirt
Dirt laughs in the earth
The earth laughs in space
Space laughs in the universe
And the universe laughs in nothing

—Kelly McGuire, gr 2, Richfield,MN

 

CONNECTING TO THE DANCE

I dance on land while
The dolphins dance in water while
The trees sway in sunlight while
The pigs roll in mud while
The bats fly in darkness while
The flowers sway in wind while
The shoes dance on feet while
The letters move in words while
The heat dances on the sun while
The candles dance on cakes while
The rabbits jump on moonlit snow —
When the dancing starts,
It can never be stopped!

— Laura Shagalov, gr 5, Hopkins, MN




PRAISE TO THE PATTERN

Praise to the twitch
of the whiskers of rabbits,
Praise to the puffy clouds
to find shapes within,
Praise to the grassy hill
to roll swiftly down,
Praise to the ocean-salty shell
on the sandy beach,
Praise to the sunset
that glows in the evening,
Praise to the glow
of a firefly’s end,
Praise to the detail,
the pattern of
All the small things
our eyes overlook.


—Sarah Schmitz, gr 4, Richfield MN
………………………………….

SIMULTANEOUS VIBRATIONS

The tennis ball laughs on the court,
it vibrates on the universe

as the flower buds,
as if the bird in the sky.

As I hit a backhand,
the tennis ball laughs with a spin,

as it shoots over the net
the ball sings as the flower buds,

it vibrates on the universe.


— Lauren Karsh, gr 5, Minnetonka, MN


I WISH TO SPEAK

I wish to speak
for the dog being beaten by the man,
for the rabbit being eaten by the fox,
for the birds being shot,
I wish to speak
for the mice being eaten by cats,
for the dolphins being captured in nets,
for the horses breaking their legs
and then being shot to death.
I wish to speak
for the homeless,
for the children without any friends.


—Linda Malmskold, gr 4, Hopkins, MN

 

ENDANGERED SPECIES

I am the advocate of the air.
As the wind whistles through the trees,
carbon dioxide is pushed into air by cars.
We try to breathe.
As factories force pollutants into the oxygen,
we try to breathe.
As aerosol bottles spray,
we try to breathe.
As a forest fire rages because of a careless camper,
we try to breathe.

—Aaron Uldo, gr 5, Hopkins, MN

THE FOREST

Who speaks
for the forest?
Who speaks
for the trees
and the eagles
and the spotted owls
and the little mice
and the big bears
who live
in the forest?
Who speaks
for the forest entire?


—Kristoff Hendrickson, gr 4

I COULD CHANGE ALL THAT

Before I came
deer were fat and lazy,
Before I came
the mountains were tall and lonely,
Before I came
caves were dark and damp.
When I came
I was rolling in the mountain sand.
I awoke
seeing the tall lonely mountains
and the damp cave beside me
and the lazy deer by the river.
And I was surprised,
I knew
I could change all that,
I knew my name:
Cougar.


—Darrick Haugan, gr 4, Bemidji, MN


THE FIRST


Before I was born,
the rocks fell a second slow.
Before I was born,
the moon was always in the sky.
Before I was born,
the world never moved.
My father was the wind, and
when I was born,
the first thing I knew was my name:
Cheetah.
After I came,
the rocks fell faster,
After I came,
the sun moved and daytime became,
and Earth orbited the sun.


—Tim Ackerman, gr 3


DANCING

The electrons dance
on the atoms
on the cells
on the organs
on me
on the houses
on the towns
on the cities
on the countries
on the worlds
on the solar systems
on the galaxies
and everything
Dances!

— Sam Polglaze 5, Scandia, MN


SWEET NOISE

I love my giggle.
It is like a cat’s meow.
When it is in love,
my giggle is like
a chickadee’s sweet noise.

— Amy Thompson, gr 1, St. Paul, MN

LAUGH TO OUR KNEES

Earth laughs in flowers,
April sings showers,
May dances right into June,
Flag leads the band.
I’ll sing you a sweet song,
Let’s dance to the bees,
Let’s say jokes that will make us
Laugh to our knees!

—Trisha Steven, gr 2, Richfield, MN

 

CIRCLES OF FLOWERS AND SHOWERS

Flowers And Showers dance in hours
together for hours and hours,
Together they sing forever and ever
Till the weather has changed into a feather.

They will miss each other until winter is over
and Spring is coming closer and closer
until Flowers And Showers come again in red colors

and next winter, say Flowers And Showers,
we will miss each other until next winter is over,
it will be awhile before we see each other again,
Till weather changes into a feather.


— Dustin gr.2, Richfield, MN

IMAGINE

I would be on the hill behind my house
lying in cold wet grass,
in the shadow of a small elm

Gazing up at the sky,
staring at a white bunny…
then, a turtle…no wait,
a horse that was galloping!

Then many different animals
were floating and dancing,
the descending sun calling them to it,
my eyes amazed at this exhibition.

I could float up, touch and feel them,
their white furry bodies, soft and warm.

All of them my best friends forever.
Now the friends I loved are gone,
they all look like clouds,
just clouds.
I made new friends,
but I don’t think they can replace
my white and dancing old ones.

— Zach Job, gr. 8, Columbia Heights, MN

ENCHANTMENT

Tall green grass blowing in wind,
Daffodils and daisies that smile,
Clouds like lambs,
Puffs of wind with the enchanting smell
of flowers that sweep worry away:
You can dance with a deer,
Fly with an eagle,
Swim with a fish,
Sing with a canary,
All the animals are your friends.

You can only go there
When you hit the bottom
of your ocean of worry.

The world floats you up slowly…
The dark of reality fades away,
The light of dreams shines
And you are swimming in light!

All of the sudden you are shot back
through a small tunnel—
Bright on the dream side,
Dark on reality.


— Abby Williams, gr.8, Columbia Heights, MN

WAKING TO THE SUN

No one else is here,
The air fresh and crisp,
I feel great,
The sun just starts to shine
off everything I see.
I move fast, enjoying all I see,
I‘ve seen it all before
but it doesn’t matter,
The world is waking to the sun.

My mom tells me there is a sun god,
So I am going to talk with Him.

— Clark Goebel, gr. 8, Columbia Heights, MN


SPEAK TO ME SPRING

Spring, show me the birth of
a family of ducklings
paddling a pond,
show me a tiny newborn frog
swimming its hardest,
show me the bright red cardinal
feeding its mate,
Spring, show me the birth
of Guess Who?
You!

— Zach Schmoll, gr.2, Richfield,MN

BEHIND THE WALL

We went to our place, our secret place.

At our place we watched
the birds fly among the trees, watched
the stream gurgle among the rocks.
We looked around and saw the distant cornfields.

We went to a tree and climbed it,
leaped to another,
then fell to the ground.
We were in a secret place within a secret place.

The grass was so tall it tickled my chin.
There was no stream here,
It was quiet except for the honking of geese,
The crackle of leaves underfoot was
deafening in the silence.

The ancient oaks towered over us, muted giants waiting,
waiting for time to pass.

I studied the wall,
crumbling in places, mossy in others.
It was important.
We guarded our secret place within a secret place.

— Steven Scroggins, gr 5, Hopkins, MN

I WANT SPRING!

Yo Spring!
I want rain, just rain
so I can open my mouth
and have rain in my mouth!
And some more things I want are:
Red  sunburns on my nose
so I can tell the sun,
“You’re doing a good job keeping us warm.”
And bluebirds and red birds.
And picking a flower and throwing it up, up
Way in the sky.

                  — Brent Kettlekamp,gr 2, Richfield, MN

SOMETIMES IN ME

Spring, O Spring
is gentle in the wind
Spring
is taking a step across the harsh Winter

When my heart cries out
And I myself am there

I come together
I begin again

I take a tousle in the rippling grass
I lie in the shade of a tree in the sun

My heart is together
I am finding it again

Spring
is tearing across an open field

Spring
is running down a long meadow

Spring, O Spring
is gentle in the wind
I am finding it again
I begin again

                                                      — Stefanie Weintz, gr 6, White Bear Lake,MN