{"id":4676,"date":"2014-10-24T10:01:27","date_gmt":"2014-10-24T15:01:27","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/oldnaturalist.com\/?p=4676"},"modified":"2015-02-22T18:59:27","modified_gmt":"2015-02-23T00:59:27","slug":"autumn-winds","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/oldnaturalist.com\/?p=4676","title":{"rendered":"Autumn Winds"},"content":{"rendered":"

Poets at Gatewood School open their hearts to the changing season.
\nPhotos contributed by Gatewood 5th graders.
\nThis wonderful student opportunity was funded by the Gatew<\/strong>ood PTO.<\/strong><\/p>\n

\"OLYMPUS<\/a><\/p>\n

\"OLYMPUS<\/a><\/p>\n

Rob Evers
\n<\/strong>The maple
\n<\/span>A fallen friend.<\/em>
\nDecaying slowly<\/em>
\nTree huggers crying<\/em>
\nRest In Peace<\/em><\/p>\n

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\"Daylily<\/a>

Daylily pod<\/p><\/div>\n

Emma Robinson<\/strong>
\nI smell the crisp autumn air<\/em>
\nHear the sweet chirps of the chickadees<\/em>
\nThe daylily pod rattles in the wind<\/em>
\nThe leaves crunch underfoot<\/em>
\nThe baby blue sky washes the clouds away<\/em>
\nThe sun is biting at my cheeks<\/em><\/p>\n

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\"OLYMPUS<\/a>Conor Brace<\/strong>
\nLeaves<\/span>
\nleaves are masters of disguise<\/em>
\n as the seasons get colder <\/em>
\nthey change their cloaks green to yellow yellow to orange orange to red<\/em>
\n then down they go using themselves as parachutes gliding<\/em>
\nd<\/em>
\no<\/em>
\nw <\/em>
\nn<\/em>
\nto the cold snowy ground
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\"OLYMPUS<\/a>Cecilia Ritenour
\n<\/strong>i am the mist only coming when it rains<\/em>
\ni am the beautiful leaves on the ground<\/em>
\ni am the bur oak tree standing strong<\/em>
\ni am the maple snag, there all alone<\/em>
\ni am the red oak\/ Lucky\u2019s tree<\/em>
\ni am the cottonwood looking above the others<\/em>
\ni am the mouse in the bird house<\/em>
\ni am the tall wet grass<\/em><\/p>\n

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\"OLYMPUS<\/a>Makenna Harris<\/strong>
\nI see a maple tree with a long shadow and bright spots of sunlight.<\/em>
\nI smell nature’s fresh air<\/em>
\nI feel the cold grass against my cheek<\/em>
\nI hear leaves on a cottonwood tree crinkling and singing in the wind.<\/em>
\nI touch the pine needles<\/em>
\nPointy like a porcupine and sticky like glue<\/em>
\nI feel like a baby bird ready to spread my wings and fly.<\/em><\/p>\n

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\"OLYMPUS<\/a>Zadyn Kallio
\n<\/strong>Red star<\/em>
\nFallen from the heavens<\/em>
\nGoing back to Mother Earth<\/em><\/p>\n

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\"OLYMPUS<\/a>Nebat Mohammed
\n<\/strong>Flapping wings
\nFly to Mexico<\/em>
\nOrange<\/em>
\nA leaf of life<\/em>
\nI wonder if they are real?<\/em>
\nWings and flight<\/em>
\nJoyful
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\"OLYMPUS<\/a>Ja\u2019Ana Johnson
\n<\/strong>I see the blue sky<\/em>
\n washing over the clouds<\/em>
\n I hear the chickadee calling in the forest<\/em>
\n I touch the orange and red maple leaves falling on the ground<\/em>
\n I feel the sun warming my skin<\/em>
\n I smell Mother Nature growing inside me<\/em><\/p>\n

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Elaine Pantaleon<\/strong>\"OLYMPUS<\/a><\/p>\n

Colorful Birds<\/span>
\nBeautiful colorful leaves on a small flying tree<\/em>
\n like a bright airplane<\/em>
\n in the sky<\/em>
\n dazzling and joyful<\/em>
\n shall always fly high<\/em>
\n The bright feather leaves<\/em><\/p>\n

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\"Screen<\/a>Justin Irseng<\/strong>
\nLittle frog<\/span>
\nGreat little frog friend.<\/em>
\nFound outside of school.<\/em>
\nResting on a hand.<\/em><\/p>\n

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\"OLYMPUS<\/a>Lindsay Gaasch<\/strong>
\nIn The Tiny Mist Droplets,<\/em>
\nIn The Bark Of A Maple Tree,<\/em>
\nIn The Roots Of A Bur Oak,<\/em>
\nIn The Fur Of A Field Mouse,<\/em>
\nIn The Heat Of The Sun,<\/em>
\nIn My Heart Beauty Lies.
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Ramsha Isaaq<\/strong>
\nRoad Kill<\/span>
\n\"OLYMPUS<\/a>Brown, White, Black, and Gray<\/em>
\n Look\u2019s like a stuffed eagle in display<\/em>
\n It makes me feel sad that it is<\/em>
\n Dead
\nUp hill , down hill, it was alive<\/em>
\n But now it is\u00a0 dead before its time<\/em>
\n Who ever killed him<\/em>
\n Must be ashamed<\/em>
\n Cause<\/em>
\n Today is the day<\/em>
\n I don’t feel okay.<\/em><\/p>\n

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\"OLYMPUS<\/a>Korbin Rear\u00a0<\/strong>
\nMy shadow
\nPitch black<\/em>
\nWaiting there<\/em>
\nHiding from the sun<\/em>
\nso fun.<\/em><\/p>\n

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\"OLYMPUS<\/a>Nebilla Mohammed<\/strong>
\nFall is colorful
\n<\/em>Animals are migrating<\/em>
\nNature is alive<\/em><\/p>\n

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\"OLYMPUS<\/a>Tyus Carter<\/strong>
\nThe sun
\n<\/span>It\u2019s amazing
\nlight reflected off leaves
\nFeeling inspired
\nbeautiful<\/p>\n

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\"OLYMPUS<\/a>Nora Paavola<\/strong>
\nBobcat<\/span>
\nI have paws<\/em>
\nThe size of a baby\u2019s palm<\/em>
\nI am as fluffy<\/em>
\nAs a pillow<\/em>
\nI am as fierce<\/em>
\nAs the wind<\/em><\/p>\n

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\"OLYMPUS<\/a>Zach Johnston
\n<\/em><\/strong>Blue Phoenix<\/span>
\nIt\u2019s as blue<\/em>
\nas blue fire <\/em>
\nand it gives off<\/em>
\n the heat of the fire<\/em>
\n in the feather<\/em><\/p>\n

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\u00a0Celeste Moe
\n<\/strong>Nature
\n<\/span>\"OLYMPUS<\/a>I smell
\nthe sweet smell of crab apple
\nI hear
\nthe thudding of a woodpecker
\npecking on trees
\nI feel happy
\nwhen I see the red leaves of the maple tree
\nI touch
\nthe bumpy rough surface of the dogwood
\nI see
\nA little helicopter spinning in the air as it is falling<\/i><\/p>\n

\"OLYMPUS<\/a>Kristina Thompson<\/strong>
\nNature\u2019s Kind<\/span>
\nThe crab apple tree springing from the soil,<\/em>
\nThe call of a blue jay coming home,<\/em>
\nThe helicopter that soars \u00a0through the mystic air,<\/em>
\nThe dogwood that is not hollow inside<\/em>
\nIs \u00a0a beautiful tree,<\/em>
\nThe bumble bee getting pollen for the winter,<\/em>
\nI feel the a flower sprouting out its beauty.<\/em><\/p>\n

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\"Butterflyweed\"<\/a>Marriona Cameron
\n<\/strong>I see a small brown pillbug
\nI smell the flowers and they remind me of strawberries
\nI hear a blubird calling its mate from up high
\nI feel smooth red and juicy crab apples
\nI touch a red dogwood branch
\nit has a rough surface<\/p>\n

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\"Wooly<\/a>

Wooly Bear<\/p><\/div>\n

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Bahja Jama
\n<\/strong>feels fuzzy
\nlying on the ground
\ntrying to climb something
\nmaking its way to life<\/p>\n

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\"OLYMPUS<\/a>Sadaq Abullahi\u00a0<\/strong>
\nI am somebody<\/span>
\nI can\u2019t do as well as others
\nI can\u2019t write as well as others
\nI can\u2019t pretend to be somebody
\nI am somebody
\nI am tall
\nI am bilingual
\nI am kind
\nI am somebody
\nI have dark skin
\nI have brown eyes
\nI have a bro and a sis
\nI am somebody
\nI don\u2019t own pets
\nI do like pizza
\nI don\u2019t like being bossed around
\nI am somebody
\nI must be the best that i can be
\nI must be loved
\nI must be respected, protected, and never rejected
\nI am somebody<\/p>\n

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Amber Hysjulien<\/strong>
\n<\/strong>Smooth, colorful\"OLYMPUS<\/a>
\nCreative, special
\nSoft when wet
\nBeauty like an egg
\nSleep softly little rock.<\/p>\n

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Lars Seefelt\"OLYMPUS<\/a>
\n<\/strong>I \u00a0see the leaves falling
\nCracking in the air
\nI hear leaves dancing
\nAnd singing in the wind
\nthey crunch in my hand
\nI feel them comfort me
\nI smell the winter air coming
\nleaves falling.<\/p>\n

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\"OLYMPUS<\/a><\/p>\n

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