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AUTUMN TREE THE LEAVES
A mother with many children What is that whispering,
clinging to her till winter comes that faint noice I hear?
and takes them away — a tree. Outside my window,
the leaves are telling secrets.
— Lesley Brodie
— Alison Clapp
THE CITY
WINTER
All the people rush,
running around the city — As the clouds begin to crumble,
so many jumping beans! down from the sky shall tumble —
Snow!
— Terence Gilheany
— David Gottlieb
Painting with Acrylic
there is a trick . . . MOON
Don't lick,
Or you'll get sick. Passed the sharp-eyed guards,
a white, unmanned ship
Alison Clapp slips across the sky.
Seventh Grade Art Dept.
— Carol Sherwin
In tempera I love to paint,
But somehow always make a mess.
I really think
That you would faint
If you could see me
When i paint.
Black
Blue
Green
Make you look mean.
Yellow
Purple
Pink
Make you stink!
SEVENTH GRADE ART DEPT. POETRY
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