Spring Trail Poetry

To continue on with our Trail Poetry series, the kids wrote some fantastic poems after spring break. We took a hike to Burnt Head one afternoon, the day after a storm and the surf was amazing. There was a hazy fog that surrounded us, but the sun was right over our heads. The kids had a great time taking pictures and then coming back to the classroom and writing some fantastic pieces of poetry.

I hope you enjoy...

The Burnt Head

The eye of the storm is starring at us

The lush signs of Spring sings to us

Watching the world through rippled reflections

All around are the signs of rain's tantrums

The waves turn from sky blue to sea green then to snow white

As the churn and erode the eternal rock

The sonic boom of the waves and their unforgivable mercy fills my ears

Covering the soft sounds of spring

The head of the Isle is mutilated and burnt

The face has no distinction

The head is burnt and trying to recover

This is what Burnt Head is like

- DLB

Burnt Head

The days are bright and sunny

Earth day is on it's way

The waves are crashing into the rocks

White Head is covered in mist

March break is over

All the holidays are flying by

The trail is covered in mud and water

The fog swoops in as fast as a heart beat

All I can see is rocks, grass, and trees

The trees are growing leaves, Spring is here.

QAB

Brown and red reeds sway in the breeze

Dancing around me with steadiness and ease

Off in the sky a grey wave gathers

The surf races like hundreds of horses

Across the plains of blue

The howl of wind echoes in my head

A procession of waves embrace the shore

Charing all the way to their rocky doom

- GAC

Burnt Head Poem

When water has to make a turn

It does not always make it's turn

Into the waves, into the sky, in a pond

But you might see it again,

in a wave that looks like the sky.

But soon it crashes, it goes.

Sky or sea it always goes,

in a very salty breeze.

- AB

The Burnt Head Trail

 

I smell pine.

I hear waves, they sound like drums.

I see my boots in the mud.

I feel hot from the sun.

I think tomorrow won't be like this.

-JB