Autumn Winds

Poets at Gatewood School open their hearts to the changing season.
Photos contributed by Gatewood 5th graders.
This wonderful student opportunity was funded by the Gatewood PTO.

Rob Evers
The maple
A fallen friend.
Decaying slowly
Tree huggers crying
Rest In Peace

 

 

 

 

Emma Robinson
I smell the crisp autumn air
Hear the sweet chirps of the chickadees
The daylily pod rattles in the wind
The leaves crunch underfoot
The baby blue sky washes the clouds away
The sun is biting at my cheeks

 

 

Conor Brace
Leaves
leaves are masters of disguise
as the seasons get colder
they change their cloaks green to yellow yellow to orange orange to red
then down they go using themselves as parachutes gliding
d
o
w
n
to the cold snowy ground

Cecilia Ritenour
i am the mist only coming when it rains
i am the beautiful leaves on the ground
i am the bur oak tree standing strong
i am the maple snag, there all alone
i am the red oak/ Lucky’s tree
i am the cottonwood looking above the others
i am the mouse in the bird house
i am the tall wet grass

 

 

Makenna Harris
I see a maple tree with a long shadow and bright spots of sunlight.
I smell nature’s fresh air
I feel the cold grass against my cheek
I hear leaves on a cottonwood tree crinkling and singing in the wind.
I touch the pine needles
Pointy like a porcupine and sticky like glue
I feel like a baby bird ready to spread my wings and fly.

 

Zadyn Kallio
Red star
Fallen from the heavens
Going back to Mother Earth

 

 

 

Nebat Mohammed
Flapping wings
Fly to Mexico
Orange
A leaf of life
I wonder if they are real?
Wings and flight
Joyful

 

 

Ja’Ana Johnson
I see the blue sky
washing over the clouds
I hear the chickadee calling in the forest
I touch the orange and red maple leaves falling on the ground
I feel the sun warming my skin
I smell Mother Nature growing inside me

 

Elaine Pantaleon

Colorful Birds
Beautiful colorful leaves on a small flying tree
like a bright airplane
in the sky
dazzling and joyful
shall always fly high
The bright feather leaves

 

 

 

Justin Irseng
Little frog
Great little frog friend.
Found outside of school.
Resting on a hand.

 

 

 

Lindsay Gaasch
In The Tiny Mist Droplets,
In The Bark Of A Maple Tree,
In The Roots Of A Bur Oak,
In The Fur Of A Field Mouse,
In The Heat Of The Sun,
In My Heart Beauty Lies.

 

 

 

 

Ramsha Isaaq
Road Kill
Brown, White, Black, and Gray
Look’s like a stuffed eagle in display
It makes me feel sad that it is
Dead
Up hill , down hill, it was alive
But now it is  dead before its time
Who ever killed him
Must be ashamed
Cause
Today is the day
I don’t feel okay.

 

Korbin Rear 
My shadow
Pitch black
Waiting there
Hiding from the sun
so fun.

 

 

 

 

Nebilla Mohammed
Fall is colorful
Animals are migrating
Nature is alive

 

 

 

Tyus Carter
The sun
It’s amazing
light reflected off leaves
Feeling inspired
beautiful

 

 

Nora Paavola
Bobcat
I have paws
The size of a baby’s palm
I am as fluffy
As a pillow
I am as fierce
As the wind

 

Zach Johnston
Blue Phoenix
It’s as blue
as blue fire
and it gives off
the heat of the fire
in the feather

 

 Celeste Moe
Nature
I smell
the sweet smell of crab apple
I hear
the thudding of a woodpecker
pecking on trees
I feel happy
when I see the red leaves of the maple tree
I touch
the bumpy rough surface of the dogwood
I see
A little helicopter spinning in the air as it is falling

Kristina Thompson
Nature’s Kind
The crab apple tree springing from the soil,
The call of a blue jay coming home,
The helicopter that soars  through the mystic air,
The dogwood that is not hollow inside
Is  a beautiful tree,
The bumble bee getting pollen for the winter,
I feel the a flower sprouting out its beauty.

 

Marriona Cameron
I see a small brown pillbug
I smell the flowers and they remind me of strawberries
I hear a blubird calling its mate from up high
I feel smooth red and juicy crab apples
I touch a red dogwood branch
it has a rough surface

 

 

Bahja Jama
feels fuzzy
lying on the ground
trying to climb something
making its way to life

 

 

 

Sadaq Abullahi 
I am somebody
I can’t do as well as others
I can’t write as well as others
I can’t pretend to be somebody
I am somebody
I am tall
I am bilingual
I am kind
I am somebody
I have dark skin
I have brown eyes
I have a bro and a sis
I am somebody
I don’t own pets
I do like pizza
I don’t like being bossed around
I am somebody
I must be the best that i can be
I must be loved
I must be respected, protected, and never rejected
I am somebody

 

Amber Hysjulien
Smooth, colorful
Creative, special
Soft when wet
Beauty like an egg
Sleep softly little rock.

 

 

 

 

Lars Seefelt
I  see the leaves falling
Cracking in the air
I hear leaves dancing
And singing in the wind
they crunch in my hand
I feel them comfort me
I smell the winter air coming
leaves falling.