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BROMWELL ELEMENTARY SCHOOL (214)
2500 East
Fourth Avenue,
80206-4214
(Columbine Street at East Fourth Avenue)

Telephone:
(303) 388-5969
Fax: (720) 424-9355
E-mail: Bromwell@dpsk12.org

Mr. Jonathan Wolfer, Principal

A-6 Student Work

This is a selection of individual poems
written by my students over the years.

Water rushing down,
so clean, so deep, into the
ravine of shadows.

Garen

Recess

Outside
children are having fun
the fresh smell
of the outdoors
where shrieks and laughter are planted.
Outside the sun
a great spark
that never goes out
Outside
the sound of children
running,
jumping,
playing,
the sound
of a beautiful day.

Ryan

Come With Me

Come with me into the forest
where pine needles
sprout from branches
and raindrops
spatter on leaves.
Come with me into the forest
where there are paths
that twist like snakes
so you never know
which one to take.
Come with me into the forest
where tulips
and roses are hiding
and sunlight falls
through the trees.
Come with me into the forest
where a gentle wind
is always at work
and the grass
is as soft as velvet.

Ellen

Red, green, yellow leaves
swiftly gliding to the ground,
then swept up again.

Alexandra

Sweet sap in my mouth,
slick, sticky start to the day.
Perfect on a waffle.

Mason

Winter Tree

Fog is my blanket.
My branches are lonely and cold.
Snowdrifts surround me.

Amanda

Blue Sea

Deep dark blue waters
in the Mediterranean Sea.
Within the boundaries of the blue
mysterious in the dark deeps
shining scales
in the wavy waters.
Shining
as if it were heaven.

Alexander

Graffiti Flight

Birds fly,
flapping easily.
Through what's left of sunlight
fly a flock of birds.
Leader takes place
and
narrows
one by one,
a flock of birds
comes out tonight.
Blue like black
and grey like green,
a flock of birds fly by.
They are skimming graffiti
across the sky,
a flight to somewhere
no one knows.
I'm remaining alone
in the thin leafy forest.
A flock of birds fly by.

Tatiana

A rainy day
sadness fills the spirit
as the rain pellets down
small drips fill the window

All is silent
except for
the pitter, patter
of the pouring rain
A rainy day

Calvin

One drop of snow falls
more follow delicately
white drops fly lightly

Kinsey

A very brown trunk,
but now so old and ancient:
a grandparent tree.

Bryce

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