I was in third grade when introduced to poetry and began spending as much time as possible in the library, reading as much verse as I could find. I was enchanted!
Maybe because this introduction hit me with such force or possibly because of the way my brain works, I often find that I think of poems in a Haiku format. It’s as if my brain is stuck on “5 syllables- 7 syllables- 5 syllables”. This happens especially when I am walking or hiking outdoors.
So, on that note, here are a few samples to honor my third grade teacher, Mrs. Kraft.
trees billow and roll
waves in this mountain ocean
green and green and green
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from every rain
a field paints weed and flower
mouth canvas open
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the young maple holds
its leaves after rain wind and
rain   like rebellion
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