Hill City High Biology |
Biology Class
2014-2015
17 April 2015
Nature Poetry
Nature Poetry
The Warmth of the Sun
AK
The warmth of the sun reminds me of what is yet to come.
flowers blossoming and birds gossiping.
The will be leaves on trees, birds and bees.
As winter fades away, the sky will no longer be gray.
Hearing frogs in the pond will make me fond.
of what they will become.
Robins making nests in the trees and they're finally at ease.
The ground is clear and we know the mosquitoes are here.
The air is pure and summer is near.
The mud is soft and it is then I see the moths.
Summer is here.
AK
The warmth of the sun reminds me of what is yet to come.
flowers blossoming and birds gossiping.
The will be leaves on trees, birds and bees.
As winter fades away, the sky will no longer be gray.
Hearing frogs in the pond will make me fond.
of what they will become.
Robins making nests in the trees and they're finally at ease.
The ground is clear and we know the mosquitoes are here.
The air is pure and summer is near.
The mud is soft and it is then I see the moths.
Summer is here.
Twittered
MK
Tweet, twitter, crow
Sounds we appear to know
Squawk, flitter, chirp
Places where they lurk.
Thump, down goes a tree
Snap, goes a twig
Buzzing of a passing bee
Groan of a young buck grown big.
Leaf and needle litter the ground,
Old pines and birch uprooted around.
Looking up and around
Searching for the twittering sound.
MK
Tweet, twitter, crow
Sounds we appear to know
Squawk, flitter, chirp
Places where they lurk.
Thump, down goes a tree
Snap, goes a twig
Buzzing of a passing bee
Groan of a young buck grown big.
Leaf and needle litter the ground,
Old pines and birch uprooted around.
Looking up and around
Searching for the twittering sound.
In the rising sun
DS
In the rising sun
All the birds are having fun
Chirping and singing their songs
All are fond of the mid-day
When spring comes
the spawn of fawns
will florish in the rising sun
no pun intended but
All frogs will have
a spring in their step
except when they see
those flashing lights
when the bright day
turns night
DS
In the rising sun
All the birds are having fun
Chirping and singing their songs
All are fond of the mid-day
When spring comes
the spawn of fawns
will florish in the rising sun
no pun intended but
All frogs will have
a spring in their step
except when they see
those flashing lights
when the bright day
turns night
Nature
LG
The warmth of the Sun,
The buzzing of the bees,
There is no place I'd rather be.
The soothing air of the woods
Is the fish in the brooks.
Birds are chirping, bugs are bugging,
deer are eating, Squirrels are playing.
There is no place they'd rather be.
There is no one around
except you and nature,
There is no place I'd rather be
only in nature.
LG
The warmth of the Sun,
The buzzing of the bees,
There is no place I'd rather be.
The soothing air of the woods
Is the fish in the brooks.
Birds are chirping, bugs are bugging,
deer are eating, Squirrels are playing.
There is no place they'd rather be.
There is no one around
except you and nature,
There is no place I'd rather be
only in nature.
The sun is nice
MM
The sun is nice
Birds are annoying
I see 2 squirrels
I wanna shoot this squirrel
spiders crawling on my leg
This squirrel is about to attack me
I'm getting bored
This squirrel is more annoying than Brendon
love it out here
Bigfoot is calling now
time to go
MM
The sun is nice
Birds are annoying
I see 2 squirrels
I wanna shoot this squirrel
spiders crawling on my leg
This squirrel is about to attack me
I'm getting bored
This squirrel is more annoying than Brendon
love it out here
Bigfoot is calling now
time to go
April 17 is a nice sort of day
SJ
April 17 is a nice sort of day
Green is creeping in
Being inside seems like a waste.
Grouse are drumming
The air smells like spring
I wish we could bottle the smell up and
save it for January.
Clouds are few and far between
Soon the trees will be green.
No too hot and not too cold
I don't appreciate school on days like today.
SJ
April 17 is a nice sort of day
Green is creeping in
Being inside seems like a waste.
Grouse are drumming
The air smells like spring
I wish we could bottle the smell up and
save it for January.
Clouds are few and far between
Soon the trees will be green.
No too hot and not too cold
I don't appreciate school on days like today.
It's not too hot and not too cold
SJ
It's not too hot and not too cold
Although it would be bold
to jump in the lake my grandparents sold
to man who had a firm hold
on the stock marget
He might have told you to be bold
and jump in the lake he has sold
but if you do you might get cold
its not too hot and not too cold
but that doesn't apply to the water
SJ
It's not too hot and not too cold
Although it would be bold
to jump in the lake my grandparents sold
to man who had a firm hold
on the stock marget
He might have told you to be bold
and jump in the lake he has sold
but if you do you might get cold
its not too hot and not too cold
but that doesn't apply to the water
If it hops it drops
BG
If it hops it drops
If it flies it dies
if it's brown it's down,
I heard a squirrel
thought it was a deer
So I really wanted
to shoot it in the rear.
though I heard a deer
but it was just a chance
So I thought what's the chance
It's a mere deer.
BG
If it hops it drops
If it flies it dies
if it's brown it's down,
I heard a squirrel
thought it was a deer
So I really wanted
to shoot it in the rear.
though I heard a deer
but it was just a chance
So I thought what's the chance
It's a mere deer.
Nature
RC
Nature
i look at it all of it
the trees the still dead plants all the leaves on the ground
then i listen to
the bugs the birds the leaves moving across the ground
and just the sound of life
then i realize
that all the stuff i had on my mind disappeared and vanished
and all i could think about
has all the nature surrounding me
then the only thing i could do is smile at the peace then sit and keep listening
RC
Nature
i look at it all of it
the trees the still dead plants all the leaves on the ground
then i listen to
the bugs the birds the leaves moving across the ground
and just the sound of life
then i realize
that all the stuff i had on my mind disappeared and vanished
and all i could think about
has all the nature surrounding me
then the only thing i could do is smile at the peace then sit and keep listening
When I come into the woods
JW
When I come into the woods I become one
With nature and I become one with the
trees and the ground and the animals. When I
look around I see trees, trees, trees and
hear birds, birds, birds and see trees on
the ground and they are looking life a fool
on the ground. When I'm in the wood
don't come a looking because my mind is at
ease. When I'm in the woods I feel like
a wild man and free to do what I want.
JW
When I come into the woods I become one
With nature and I become one with the
trees and the ground and the animals. When I
look around I see trees, trees, trees and
hear birds, birds, birds and see trees on
the ground and they are looking life a fool
on the ground. When I'm in the wood
don't come a looking because my mind is at
ease. When I'm in the woods I feel like
a wild man and free to do what I want.
The Squirrels in the trees
K
The squirrels in the trees
the leaves in the breeze
the grass on the ground
the Sun has no frown
the sky is clear and blue
the weather is warm
and the wind is calm
the birds are singing
the fish are swimming
the people have no care
out in the fresh air
K
The squirrels in the trees
the leaves in the breeze
the grass on the ground
the Sun has no frown
the sky is clear and blue
the weather is warm
and the wind is calm
the birds are singing
the fish are swimming
the people have no care
out in the fresh air
The Calm Nature
EH
Sitting outside the beating down sun
and wind blowing ever so slightly
the dry long grass swaying back and forth
and the creek flowing so gracefully
the bridge trying to hold it's last life
the trees slanted over the creek
I sit and think what a precious
thing life is . How life doesn't last
for forever. Sometimes life is
short, sometimes it's long
Live life while you can.
EH
Sitting outside the beating down sun
and wind blowing ever so slightly
the dry long grass swaying back and forth
and the creek flowing so gracefully
the bridge trying to hold it's last life
the trees slanted over the creek
I sit and think what a precious
thing life is . How life doesn't last
for forever. Sometimes life is
short, sometimes it's long
Live life while you can.
Trees Trees Trees
MM
Trees Trees Trees
Omg theres trees
all around. Even above my crown.
The silence all around
is making me feel calm.
The birds tweeting while
the wind blows the trees
Squeeking. While I'm
wearing black the Sun
feel good on my back.
The birds tweeting all
around even mice on
the ground.
As I tell this poem
the yellow finch who
knows how to pinch
Dive bombed me.
MM
Trees Trees Trees
Omg theres trees
all around. Even above my crown.
The silence all around
is making me feel calm.
The birds tweeting while
the wind blows the trees
Squeeking. While I'm
wearing black the Sun
feel good on my back.
The birds tweeting all
around even mice on
the ground.
As I tell this poem
the yellow finch who
knows how to pinch
Dive bombed me.
Through Trees and Whispy Webs
BB
Through trees and whispy webs
I walked, was a tedious short earned moment
of peace. I stand upon the heated
Sun and Birchwood dead as fallen
leaves, wind lazy as a house cat.
Birds chirp lighter than vehicles
echo through the grief forest. A
tiny dot hang from a dying twig. Its
eight legs gather my attention
through a sparkle in my eye. Along with life instelf nearby
a bird grasps the moment to -- bend
to the shady ground he stands near to embrace its
one up of the life cycle.
BB
Through trees and whispy webs
I walked, was a tedious short earned moment
of peace. I stand upon the heated
Sun and Birchwood dead as fallen
leaves, wind lazy as a house cat.
Birds chirp lighter than vehicles
echo through the grief forest. A
tiny dot hang from a dying twig. Its
eight legs gather my attention
through a sparkle in my eye. Along with life instelf nearby
a bird grasps the moment to -- bend
to the shady ground he stands near to embrace its
one up of the life cycle.
A Grouse Thundering
BG
A Grouse Thundering
A Bird Chirping
A twig snapping
A leaf cruching
Grass is swaying
Wind is whistling
bugs are crawling
deer are smelling
cars are silent
people aren't wandering
The woods isn't still
The forest is alive
BG
A Grouse Thundering
A Bird Chirping
A twig snapping
A leaf cruching
Grass is swaying
Wind is whistling
bugs are crawling
deer are smelling
cars are silent
people aren't wandering
The woods isn't still
The forest is alive
The tweets of the birds
CB
The tweets of the birds
the blow of the wind
sounds like the joy of playing outside
The rattle of the leaves falling from the trees
Sounds like a snare drum rattling
All the fallen logs make a little bridge
the is fun to play on
The two birds swoop and dive
the seem to like playing games
The birch trees that I see
are white as paper.
CB
The tweets of the birds
the blow of the wind
sounds like the joy of playing outside
The rattle of the leaves falling from the trees
Sounds like a snare drum rattling
All the fallen logs make a little bridge
the is fun to play on
The two birds swoop and dive
the seem to like playing games
The birch trees that I see
are white as paper.
Sitting out here so many trees
KM
Some are nice and green
Thanks to moss
The ground is full of leafs
Some leaf are going back up on trees
Trees with birds on them
The birds are singing
Animals are moving
Can hear there feet on the sand
There all going to that fine pine
What a beautiful place
KM
Some are nice and green
Thanks to moss
The ground is full of leafs
Some leaf are going back up on trees
Trees with birds on them
The birds are singing
Animals are moving
Can hear there feet on the sand
There all going to that fine pine
What a beautiful place