Spruce Tree

It is a prickly, green tree

The tree bends, stands tall and grows fast

The tree is a beautiful tree

Spruce Tree

By: Kristen Stockman & Alexandrea Ogden

When the birds aren't there to fly,

It's because they flew away in the sky,

In the middle of July,

When it's twenty degrees below,

But don't be worried,

They will come back in a hurry next July.

Birdhouse

Brown, woody

Shelters, protects and keeps birds warm

The birdhouse sits there waiting patiently

Birdhouse

By: Alex Anderson & Jake Damon

beehive

brown, with holes

provides shelter, stores eggs, stores babies

It is very fascinating to watch bees go in and out.

beehive

 You beautiful daisy swaying so soft in the wind.

We will miss your beauty when the snow comes.

Your petals loosen and blow in the wind.

You beautiful daisy

Oh Fish, Oh Fish

I counted six fish

One fish, two fish, three fish, four fish

Blue Fish, Red Fish

The leaves are falling from the trees, and I wonder what happened to the bees. The grass is green but can't be seen under the frost of the winter's early arrival. The sky is so blue it seems like summer, but we know it's far away.