Poems About the Environment
Sitting here thinking about all the mistakes I've made. Sitting here thinking about the mistakes I may make.
My teacher who relates topics to the future
while guiding students to read pages of a science book
Flying, floating, fabulous.
Rising, relaxing, rememberable.
They never stay at the same place,
Even in the morning,
one star sets sail in the sky
As the darkness sinks.
The light grows and covers the
The air was hot and humid as the sorching sun set in the sky
The plane ride was just as bad as the weather
A thunder starts
in the east.
Lightning flashes
in the west.
Sparks of red blow
in the north.
Fires aflame, officers in shame
How can we fight to change destruction?
Children dying, people crying
Angie Brooks who was ironically born
in the month of May gave birth to four
is as gentle as the stroke of a newborn
Only raise your hand whenyou want to sharpen your pencilor go to the bathroom.Repeat every ten minutes.