As the theme to Gigantor comes to an end a little soul buttering is in order. Things being yelm and dandy and all that i turn to my tree poets, a mystery class of elementary students who have befriended the mighty wooden titans of laurelhurst park. I spotted a sign by the base of a tree thinking it an identi-plaque, you know genus and species and things gone latin but low and behold, words of wisdom and depth littered the grove with index cards snarled by white yarn. some of them read like this:
my tree prves shawe it can prves Fieer the sun & it prves bogs and it can have boges and honey the end by Johanna
If I were a tree by cassidee If I were a tree I would be strong. I would live life happily until the end. I would stand tall in all situations, I would never give up.
They give us oxegyn. They shade us They give us the gift of theyre beauty The end Ruby
Take in the sun don\’t let it rain life is magic. Sometimes I have a tornado sometimes I have snow. Parts of life. by Perrin
I do not have Madison poem because it still hangs on the tree. I will copy it tomorrow cause its my fav, but these are strong and wonderful. Poetry in the Park amongst the trees for all to enjoy. Brilliant teachers!!
peace
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