poem - Touchstone Center Archive

A Tree by Jiana

This is me and I am a tree and I have glittering branches
that glitter in the sun. When the rainbow comes
out my branches grow more berries.

-Jianna, 2^nd Grade, CPE 1, Codellia Cordellia, Teacher

The tree got its words from the roots.
When it was growing when it was little, its roots gave him his words.
The roots got the words from the ground.

Terry, 2^nd Grade, Central Park East 1, Cordellia Costillo, Teacher

My tree grows wide.
My tree grows so high that it will go past the clouds.
Even though my tree grows high,
it is still beautiful.