The Power of Poetry

Raining Jewels

by Alexis

It's raining jewels on a hot summer morning

I heard the horn

They said, "Stay away from the hot summer sun."

They would say it was a social sun

Sweaty, sweaty, icky water, then you use baby powder

Imagine

being in the hot summer sun

French Fries

by Manny

Crunchy.

Burnt.

Greasy.

Hot.

Salty.

Yellow.

French Fries.

Wild Cats

by Reece

Running through the woods

Looking

for mice and prey

Wind brushing

through my whiskers and fur

Tree leaves

Scratching my fur

July

by William

The sky

trembles

and

quakes

in the summery

July night.