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TANKA The large maple stands NAME POEMS
High and tall in the bright
Trees gleam beautifully Loves the piAno
With the sun beating golden sun. The “ Littles” is a favorite book
Kisses to maple. The air is cool and
It shines so joyfully. It makes me feel warm and Like “ hide and seek”
Now that was October leaves. Enjoys Spaghetti
good BOrn on November 5th.
Dianna Fiore In the October sunlight Is niNe years old
Grade 3-W
Edward Lee Alison O’Donoghue
SCHOOL SURROUNDINGS Grade 3-W Grade 3-W

The pond, the trees, the fun. The cool wind blows through LiKes her brother
The way I think that it’s my the sky. sometimes

school, It blows the leaves down from Enjoys Apples
Buckley, the school with the the trees Dislikes cRanberries

best surroundings. And I know that fall is here REads a lots at home
Buckley, the best school, Born in Nineteen seventy
Buckley, my school Michael Lipton seven.
Grade 3-G
Bill Connolly Karen Huen
Grade 3-G From far away a pile of differ­ Grade 3-W
ent colored leaves looks like a
THE BUCKLEY POND dragon dipped in a rainbow. Has gone on Journeys
LOves tennis
The Buckley pond is a mirror Russell Powell
to the trees, Grade 3-G Thinks Horses are great
Is iN third grade
And the sky,
And the plants, John Abularrage
And all the things that are Grade 3-W

around the pond A dark black sky.
Then a warm sunrise
Evangelina Triliouris Fills the sky
Grade 3-G With its orange yellow light.

Michael Lipton
Grade 3-G

The leaves fall at a slow pace with red, blue,

green and brown. Birch are diamonds,

It reminds me of fall. Evergreens are emeralds,

Maples are rubies,

Mike Heller Fall is a world of gems.

Grade 3-G

Stones are thrown The glittering sun shines Elena Maris
Going through thin air and melts its way through Grade 3-G
Falling and Falling then the ice in the pond.
Birds fly like small jets
APLASH!

The pond is quiet again Assal Farjam With beeks pointing straight.
Gleaming wings flop down.

Sarah Grossman SUNRISE Zeon Chow
Grade 3-G Grade 3-G
The black night
I WISH I WERE/BUT I AM chills my heart,

I wish I were in Ireland because my cousins live But when the sun
there and they’re fun to play with. I also like their comes out,
house because they have a canyon in their own
backyard! I like to go down to the caves. There’s a A glistering feeling
river at the bottom. That’s why I want to be in comes into your
Ireland but I’m in New York. heart,

As you think of the
darkness behind.

Brendan Keegan Bill Connolly 47
Grade 3-W Grade 3-G