LIVELY POLLEN

Daisy Brewton Grade 3, Boise

Paint me as a German shepherd dog But make sure they are a big dirty log Paint big blue butterlies and small green dragonlies Paint the background clear glass blue Or paint the background rainbow, but not too many colors.

ME PIE

Oliver Bullard Grade 4, Boise

The Crust: 2 tsp. chocolate syrup 1 pinch of funny spread around neatly. ⅓ cup of curious, but don’t put it in chunks. Another pinch of messy, sprinkled around here and there.

The Filling: 1 tsp. of chopped chives 1 cup of creativity and 1 cup of friendly mixed to a cream. Freeze it and add it in later. 1 tsp. caramel, heated for 30 seconds. 1 qt. of calm added to the caramel and heated for an other 30 seconds.

The Topping: 1 gal. of raspberries, strawberries, etc. 2 cups of sports, made into little blobs, scattered around here and there. The littlest bit of shy. Put down in the center.

Aubrey Yang Grade 3, Boise

A big oval, tilted vertical, for the head. A book with faint words spilling out Into a long heavy storm of rain. Smoke and ashes rising gloomily Into lost trailing yarn.

RECIPE FOR ME

Yewon Kang Grade 4, Boise

The Crust: 1 gal. of LOVE ¼ cup of bravery 1 gal. of shy to new people ¾ gal. of quiet ½ gal. of kind heart

The Filling: ¼ cup of very spicy kimchi 1 cup of caring people 1 tsp. of angry 1 tsp. each of sweet chocolate, skittles, and M&Ms

The Topping: 1 tsp. of scars, crisp and gritty 1 tsp. of black and white chicken hair

Amelia Winters Grade 5, Boise

I am a wolf on a hunt.

I am a rabbit in a race, I am a tree standing tall. I am a swing, back and forth.

I am a stream forging my way. I am a friend, a sister and a daughter, A kid.

I am a book—old to some and new to you.

I am an owner, a pet. I am a collector, a traveler, a seeker of stone and glass. I am a watcher in awe of the llama.

I am many things, for I am me.

MY NAME

Cecelia Necochea Grade 4, Boise

My name is the color of coral in a beautiful vibrant reef. My name is the sot tune of a songbird as it wakes you from your sleep. When I say my name, it is light and sweet, just like cotton candy. If my name was an animal, it would be a tiger: brave, strong, and beautiful. I love my name because I think it’s pretty. If I could change my name, I wouldn’t because I think it represents me.

Siyuan Chen Grade 3, Boise

I can shine brighter than the sun And be darker than the moon. I am active as a wildire, and Just as iery.

I can be speedier than a sailish. I love the light of the stars.

I grow fast as a tree And grow slow as a snail. I love to hear the sound of the lake. I always see the light of the world.

SEPTEMBER 24TH

Dahlia Fields Grade 3, Boise

I am the sun bursting out of the Clouds

I am a blanket of snow on a snowy Day

I am a bursting lame with energy Sometimes I can have my nose tucked In a book like Hugo Cabret

I am outgoing like a llama with Spitting and kicking powers I am speedy and cunning Like a leopard

Maizey Hume Grade 4, Boise

Your color is white With a tint of yellow Your season is spring Blooming and waking up from winter

Your instrument is a clarinet Sound booming through the room

Your animal would be an elephant Giant but majestic Your taste would be creamy and sweet Like sot serve

Your weather would be snowy And white Your bird would be a dove Soaring through the wind

Your place would be Rhode Island Small but important You are a rose With so much purpose

ON TO PAPER

Harrison Werre Grade 4, Boise

Close your eyes and think. What do you like? It can be anything. From scary monsters to Snow White. I say take those ideas and put it on paper. Close your eyes again and imagine That is on your paper.

YiQing Su Grade 4, Boise

Duck: Thelma, female duck. Sot, furry, happy, lufy. Leathery orange feet.

Roses: Sot, smooth, lowery. Royal red, pink, yellow, white. Raspberry lemon.

Honey: Tastes like marshmallow. Is very sticky and sweet. Honey comes from plants.

REMEMBER

Chaewon Kang Grade 3, Boise

I remember when I caught a ish for the irst time. The ish was gray. I remember when I said the irst word in my life. It was the word, “Hi.” I remember when I saw a ladybug for the irst time. I thought it was a red dot on the leaf. I remember when I made a snowman for the irst time. The snowman was cold. I remember when I made a friend for the irst time. I was happy. I remember when I sat in a car for the irst time. I was nervous. I remember when I jumped rope for the irst time. I was horrible at it. I remember when I saw a girafe for the irst time. I think I wish I can grow that tall. I remember my grandma, she is nice. I remember when I cooked tasteless, tough eggs for the irst time. I was horrible at it.

Janie Routh Grade 5, Boise

Turn let and you will see The delicious pollen in the cottonwood tree!

Now—hurry—to the garden below Where the sunlower and clover Like to grow!

Buzz over to the lavender bush Near where the little children like To frolic and push!

Now there’s no need to mope, but Go to the lower that tastes like Soap!

Hurray, you’re done—I hope you Had fun! Go back to your hive And enjoy the sun!

THE DANCE IN WHICH BEES COMMUNICATE

Alyssa Day Grade 5, Boise

Come, come, you will see where we get the nutrition From the lively pollen.

The queen will be in awe of our days of work.

Out from the place we live, and in the plains Go let then right And there we gather for a feast.

The taste of zest, the sweet sugar, and let The powerful words ill your head.

When we get back, all the bees Will see the good that we have done. 13

Shreyash Tripathi Grade 4, Boise

He sounds like a gigantic slippery whale, Moaning in the waves of the blue wavy ocean. He is as velvety and sweet and delicious as cake. He is as eye-catching and soothing as blue. He is as beautiful and bright as a dandelion swaying in the wind.

DAD

Maxwell Floyd Grade 4, Boise

Roars like a lion. Sighs like a dog. Feels happy like a playing lab. Feels serious like a monkey. He is an oak tree, hard. He is a pine tree, joyful. He is black when he has no emotions. He is yellow when he is focused. He is green when he is laughing. He is sot bread when he is sot. He is cheesy when he is grateful.

Sloan Flanigan Grade 5, Boise

In this photograph I am four, Bathing in the emerald water Surrounded by family and friends

There isn’t much depth to the lake So my little feet can play in the smooth sand While the older ones play Frisbee

The oily sunscreen I can smell Is smeared upon my back

The feeling of the calm breeze on my face That day I will remember forever

THE SOUND OF HAWAII

Chaya Salzman Grade 5, Boise

Hawaii with angry volcanoes With happy banana trees And dancing trees The salty waves The pretty sunset and The hot sand on my sot toes As I ran in the waves

I leave a path of footprints I still feel the sand on my feet As it follows right there Behind me

Madison Hassoldt Grade 3, Meridian

Pink chocolate clifs and loor with a brown chocolate fondue waterfall. Cotton candy sky and peppermint clouds. Gumballs are raindrops in the sky. No worries, no fears, nor nightmares follow me here. I just watch as day turns to night and night turns to day. My safe haven, my home. It’s my prettiest dream, a place to escape.

Avery Hull Grade 4, Garden City

Blue is the color of the sky Blue is the color of the ocean Blue is the color of a bluebird If I could hear blue, I think it would sound like the blues Or maybe laughing Or cheering at a soccer game.

If I could taste blue, it would taste like Kool-Aid or ice Or maybe melting ice cream on a hot summer day. If blue is a feeling It is pufy or doughy or sot-feeling.

If blue smelled like something It would be the ocean, or wind Or maybe cotton candy, Flufy and blue.

SAPPHIRE

Kaavya Venigalla Grade 5, Boise

Sapphire is many things. Sapphire is jazz. Sapphire is a maple tree sapling, Ready to blossom. Sapphire is the lavor of ice, The blue of the sky. Sapphire is the color I taste in the lake. Sapphire is pure blue.

Deeya Barman Grade 3, Boise

A silver lion roaring to the sun Take a slice from The moon

Gooey honey oozing From a jack-o-lantern Shining metal, gleaming In the light

Sweet honeycomb Buzzing with bees The honey confesses Its glow

Honey raining From the sky Gold leaves Fluttered on the ground

Silver lions running In the wild Golden coins Shining in the sun

Katy Brewton Grade 5, Boise

Purple is a jubilant and magical feeling The yummy taste of chocolate melting on my tongue The melody of a beautiful and sot violin playing The sight of orange leaves falling to the ground

The purple and pink mixing together in a clover The pretty sound of classical music

Purple makes me smell a very powerful lavender Makes me taste delicious grapes in my mouth Makes me see a beautiful rainbow before me Makes me think of my brown and black dogs

RUBY

Prithvi Kannan Grade 5, Boise

Ruby is a cool autumn breeze on my face Ruby is the taste of cherries Rubies are the ire that destroy

Ruby is the sound of rock ‘n’ roll From an electric guitar

Ruby is the smell of roses in the morning Covered in dew

Ruby is the sound BOOM

Ruby is the sound of falling leaves from a redwood Ruby is the sunset that people wait their whole lives to view