Mr. Rennie's Class

            Spring

spring is the warm crisp air touching my skin

spring is little baby birds singing

spring is the bright yellow sun shining in my eyes

spring is hearing the leaves rustling up against each other

spring is smelling the fresh evergreen

spring is seeing robins fly through the sky

spring is the breeze flowing through your body

spring is looking at the cloudless sky   

      By Steven Sauer     

Spring is smelling the fresh air to the grass waving in my hand,

Spring is the ants marching in and through the grass to the white clouds

in the sky,

Spring is the chips and clacking of the birds to the warm breeze on my face,

Spring is the buzzing of the flies going around me while I lay on the soil to the taste of the air in my mouth,

Spring is the tree branches waving back and forth to looking up at the burning sun on my eyes,

Spring is the blue sky to smelling the cut grass.  

By devin austin    

Spring Is.......

Spring is.....

Birds cheeping, butterfly's flying,

Flowers blooming, the hot sun, sun glasses,

Shorts, t shirts, lemonade, the warm cool breeze,

against My skin make warm chill,

From friends, cool night and hush a bye baby,

I smell nothing its so nice nothing,

I hear no cars just birds wind and kids playing,

From beautiful night and Sunny morning hope it never ends,

I feel so relaxed want it to never end,

Swimming, camping nature, stars, beaches, fires, all night long,

And the smell of pine, and grass, and fresh air all month long,

Trees waving, branches twisting, and levers blooming,

By Cody

April.9.2011

Spring Is

Spring is...The smell of the cool, fresh, crisp air with the evenfresher scent of evergreen and the faintest smell of fresh grass roots.

Spring is... The s

ound of birds chirping, shrieking, cawing, singing a mocking. Only to be accompanied  by the wind.

Spring is... The feel of soft, damp grass and then a crunch! As you hand falls on a unsuspecting dead leaf.

Julia

My Spring

I see... the evergreen trees stand tall

aunts being strong and carrying there lunch

green grass shine in the sun

the bushes move like there is someone moving them

big fluffy clouds that look like there dancing

birds flying over my head

the bright blue sky

I hear...wind rustling the leaves

footsteps that sound like baby footsteps

birds trying to sing me a song

the swaying branches

I smell...the fresh air

nature

the bark off of trees

I feel... most wet soil

grass go through my fingers

the cold wind whistle through my ears

hot sun beat on my face

I taste...the cold air

breeze

Spring

In spring I see the vibrant yellow sun and the bright blue sky. Also I see the puffy white clouds the brown pine cones, the bright green grass and the trees.

In spring I hear the wind rustling the leaves and the birds singing. I hear kids giggling and the faint music in the background.

In spring I feel the the warmth of the sun on one side of my face and thechill of the wind on the other. I feel the jagged pine cones, the rough sticks and the concrete warming up from the sun.

In spring I taste only the fresh clean air when I open my mouth.

In spring  I smell the sweetness of the flowers and the soil and the earth. I smell the fresh cut grass and the evergreen trees.

By Sydney

    Our Tree

We

go to Ron’s

tree farm and cut

down the tallest and widest

tree we can find.  We sit in Ron’s

little house with a warm cozy fire place

to warm up. As my parents my brother and I

step foot outside white snowflakes hit my winter coat.

       We all thank Ron and walk to our truck. I step up and sit on

     the seat. I don’t close the door until I smash my boots against the

truck to get all the snow to fall to the ground. We take off in our truck our

tree half out the back. When we get home we  put the tree in the garage for two

or three days then my dad put up our trees and me and my mom get out all of our

Christmas ornaments. We call my brother and he comes down to help. first my dad and

momputs the lights all around the tree I am so exited to help decorate thetree. I ask every time where to put up every ornament I pick up. Me andmy brother every year about who gets to put up our old cat

Max’s Christmas

ornament.

                                                                                                             By Sydney Robinson

                            Maxton Hall  Dec. 6th

Tasty Memories

I remember the apple pie.  Making the dough and rolling the apples in the cinnamon.

Stealing some apples when my mom wasn’t looking.

The aroma of  the cinnamon and the sweet taste of the sugar juice inside the apples.

I remember the taste of the dough and the sweetness of the apples and the smell of the cinnamon.

A

Christmas

tree

I

What every

year for this. To

get a Christmas  tree.

It smells like the most prettiest

Canada forest.We set it up and i want to start

I get a tree at moms

and dads. Every ornament has

a story, like first x mas to first dance show

Bailey gets all the

high branches and of course I get

the low ones. When the tree is done

we stand back and oooh and aaah, while mom

fixes it. and after Christmas we put the tree outside

and it looks

sad, poor tree

By Ellen Gardner

Its

X-mas

morning.

I wake groggily,

, mumbling and cold.

I look at the X-mas tree,

lights changing, red, purple,

blue, yellow! It wakens me up,

warms me to the bone! I scroll my eyes

down to the base of the tree, presents! Red,

green, the whole X-mas scene! Santa Clause would

be proud. I run

to my Mommy

X-mas has begun

By Brian Hunt