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The Climbing Tree

My favorite tree

is the climbing tree,

so strong and beautiful

with brown leaves.

It’s almost a mountain

And I am the mountain man.

It makes me feel like

The tree is an old friend

I climb up and down

Like a chipmunk

And watch over the city

With my friend

The tree.

 

By Luke Whitehouse

 

 

 

The Clouds

The rain clouds are like dark evil spirits shooting their arrows at Mother Earth.

The arrows do not affect her army but make them reach out to grab the clouds in fury.

The battle is very slow.

Finally, Mother Earth tells a bird to send a message.

Then the Sun comes out and defeats the clouds.

She has won the battle, Earth against Sky,

Plants against Clouds.

 

By Luke Whitehouse

 

 

 

 

They Don't Make Them
Like They Used To

 

 

Beautiful purple and yellow socks.
Wondrous blue and red ones.
Soaked in dandelion wine.
Dyed with berries from the vine.
They just don’t make them like they used to.

Red with yellow,
yellow with green and green with blue,
mixing bits of light so true.
They just don’t make them like they used to.

Blue and yellow starry ones,
Blue and green aquatic ones,
orange and red fiery ones.
Patterned from the earth around,
Telling Tales without a sound.
They just don’t make them like they used to.

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By Luke Whitehouse

 

 

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