Winter Poems From the Fourth Grade
Jill Brook’s fourth-grade Online Academy class has been studying and writing poetry for the winter season. They began by reading dozens of selections included in “100 Poems from Japanese” (collected and translated by Kenneth Rexroth). Next, says Brook, “We observed what feeling and/or image was created” by the poems’ brief lines. Lastly, the students wrote their own poems.
The
comet zips across the night sky
burning bright high above
the trees,
leaving
streaks of white behind.
Oliver Page Brody
The wave rolls over the water in a peaceful rhythm,
slowly approaching the shore.
The saltiness drifts through the air.
Oliver Page Brody
My breath falls out in front of me.
The koi fish swim in the pond.
Young dawn tickles the sky
and for once, a spark of hope arrives.
Juniper Word
Dusk tickles the forest.
Soon moonbeams will surround
the wood.
Only the faint sound of crickets
chirping can be heard.
Juniper Word
As the icy river melts,
and spring arrives,
all my sorrow is left behind.
Finley Raffaele
The icy trees in the snow
With the howling sound of the wind.
The snowy breeze on my face.
Icicles falling from the cabins.
Kyler Minton
Snap went a twig as the deer pawed
through the fog in the crisp, autumn,
dawn.
Eleanor Roberts
Rocks crunch under my feet as I
walk toward
the water’s edge at daybreak.
Eleanor Roberts
