of wonder, where
freedom of the mind is possible.
Obtaining knowledge and
grandeur of the
cove is blue,
With a hue,
Of green and turquoise.
The clear water still,
As still as frozen ice
As cold as old gold.
Out of it jut rocks,
As sharp and long
They sting in pain
When stepped upon,
But when swum around
A door hides
A door hides places,
A door hides feelings.
A door hides many places,
Places you've never seen,
Places you've never been.
A door hides many feelings,
Feelings of joy and hope,
Feelings of hate and anger.
Love is so
strong it sticks like gum
Which will never get done.
Love is like a gum
Which never ends till the gum
Friendship is powerful
For those who are true friends.
Friendship can be delight.
My friendship is
roaring like the wind
And in my friendship there
Is some courage.
Petals like a dress
In a pretty little dress
Sunshine in the morning
Makes them want to sing
My little friends the flowers
Cold White rain,
Light, freezing children playing
Rain… pure… soft, wet from the sunlight.
- school year 2001 - 2002
The following poems are all from the oldest group
of Transition School's students - those who will be leaving Transition
in May of this year, 2002. The students are of various nationalities
and about 14 years old.
Being apart from
my dog isn't easy…
I find my-self missing him so..
But even though we can't be together right now
Gentle thoughts of him fill my days
And dreams of him fill all my nights.
I'm daydreaming about all my playing with him
And what we'll do when we are together again…..
I still feel so close to him
And I just keep hoping
The day will fly by
So I can be near him
To talk to
Open your eyes
The beauty and the grandeur of nature.
It is always in harmony with itself,
It is magnificent, day and night.
There is but one thing it does desire
"To be seen".
The soft breeze goes through the bright green
Making it sway and play with the emerald, green grass.
The crystal fountain trickles, making every drop sound like music.
You can fly free as an eagle in the blue sky- free like one can be.
And mountains, white peaked, stand out in the background
The soft fresh breeze comes down into the valley and makes you feel
And oh what a perfect place to be.
In the morning,
When the light
has barely reached over the treetops
I do a morning grass walk,
With the fresh cold dew penetrating, melting in my feet.
Soft tenderness fills up my entire body with varieties of feelings.
Sharp blades stabbing at my feet,
But, nothing matters to me now, I smile.
Every day rain or sunshine I walk
So that with every sway of the grass
I am filled with warmth and beauty everywhere.
The soft harsh
Crumples beneath the weight of my feet.
Green colors fill my eyes.
The prairies sway and beam as I softly pace through the grass.
Grass of the day,
Grass of the dark,
Fill me with enormous beams of tenderness
Electricity in the breeze
makes me freeze as it passes.
Electricity gives power through the wind and
Into the night.
Electricity flows when the wind blows.
It races past you in the wind.