As a class, we love the poetry of Shel Silverstein and Jack Prelutsky, among others, and decided to try some of our own along the winter theme of this project. We chose Jack Prelutsky's book, It's Snowing!, It's Snowing!, to inspire our rhyming verse, and we found the seasonal pieces in Wind in the Long Grass, edited by William Higginson, supportive of our first attempts at haiku. A small group of students worked together to create a mural using Kid Pix software to complement our poetry. We hope you enjoy our work. We certainly enjoyed creating it. And we are especially grateful for this opportunity to share it. Our class would like to thank Mrs. Silverman for the special role she played in this wonderful exchange. We've learned so much from others in such an exciting way. And we would like to thank Mrs. Brown, just down the hall at Mullenix Ridge Elementary, whose enthusiasm for "learning and linkage" is contagious! Linda Foster, 3rd Grade Teacher
This artwork was created in Kid Pix Studio by Garrett, Bryan, Justin, Kathy, Katie, and Jenny.
I woke up this morning and what did I see? The ground outside was as white as could be. The pine trees weren't green, but a mystical white, Painted in darkness, all through the night. Margaret	There was an icicle on my bicycle. It made it really cold. I couldn't hold the handlebars Because all my fingers froze. The leather on the seat was stiff; The chain was frozen solid, So I pushed it down the hill, And used my sled to follow it. Jamie
Trapping fish in ice is not very nice. You are skating. He is waiting. You're on a date. He's fisherman's bait. You're skiing great. He's about to meet his fate. So never trap a fish in ice, Because it's very impolite. Phillip	Snowflakes, snowflakes, You're surrounding me. Piling up so high, That I can hardly see. Snowflakes, snowflakes, You're making me shiver. I'm so cold, I'm like an ice cube in a river. Snowflakes, snowflakes, Going on forever. Please don't come back; At least until November. Brittany
I ski down the hill on the white, white ground. I think I'm free, as I fall to the ground. It's ice, cold ground as I try to turn around. I know my day is over as I lay face down. Amy	When the snow falls on my nose, I go inside for hot cocoa. Bryan Snowflakes are falling! Oh, I'm glad! Come on, sis! Let's go get the sled! Snowflakes are falling! I want to sing! Oh, what fun winter brings! Jonathan
Haiku
High up in the trees, cuddled up in their warm nests, sleeping like the earth. Garrett	My friend hit black ice. I wish he hadn't, because he would still be here. Jordan
I'm skiing down hill so fast I can't stop myself! Oh no, there's a tree! Edmund	Snow, snow falls once again from a place called "heaven" where people go when they die. Justin
Snow is gone away. Melted slush covers my boots. No more sledding now. Bryan	Snow is drifting down finally touching the ground; piling up so high. Monica
Snowflakes are falling everywhere white and deep -- signs of winter's chill. Mikah	The white rabbits blend into the snow to hide, frightened by their shadows. Valerie
A storm blows fiercely. We play warm in the igloo. We are safe and snug. Cody	High in the mountains where the tree-tops are covered, a beautiful, fresh smell. Jenny
White winter rabbits, as white as the winter snow, seem to disappear. Kathy	I like hot cocoa, and playing in the snow so very cold, cold, cold! Katie
Snowflakes cover the ground! I jump into my snowsuit to make giant's tracks outside. Erica	Soft as a pillow, snowflakes, like feathers, fall from the sky. Robbie
Winter's very cold. The trees bare their branches and sleep through the snow. Deborah	We hope you enjoyed our poetry!

Winter Poetry

Mrs. Foster's Class

Mullenix Ridge Elementary School

Port Orchard, Washington