Winter Trees
All the complicated details
of the attiring and
the disattiring are completed!
A liquid moon
moves gently among
the long branches.
Thus having prepared their buds
against a sure winter
the wise trees
stand sleeping in the cold.
If you would like to read the students' poems which were inspired by
William Carlos Williams click here.
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Birch Trees
By John Richard Moreland
The night is white,
The moon is high,
The birch trees lean
Against the sky.
The cruel winds
Have blown away
Each little leaf
Of silver gray.
O lonely trees
As white as wool….
That moonlight makes
So beautiful.
Thomas, Owen, Kansas and Cecilia |
Excerpt From Langston Hughes's "Keep You Hand On The Plow"
Keep Your Hand On The Plow! Hold On!
The plow plowed a new furrow
Across the field of history.
Into that furrow the freedom seed was dropped.
From that seed a tree grew, is growing, will ever grow.
That tree is for everybody,
For all America, for all the world.
May its branches spread and shelter grow
Until all races and all peoples know its shade.
KEEP YOUR HAND ON THE PLOW! HOLD ON!
The plow plowed a new furrow
Across the field of history.
Into that furrow the freedom seed was dropped.
From that seed a tree grew, is growing, will ever grow.
That tree is for everybody,
For all America, for all the world.
May its branches spread and shelter grow
Until all races and all peoples know its shade.
KEEP YOUR HAND ON THE PLOW! HOLD ON!
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