PROJECT IN ENGLISH

ILLUSTRATED POEMS
SUBMITTED BY: SANDY GRACE A. ALEJANDRE VENUS GRADE VI-

SUBMITTED TO: MRS.VIRGINIA D. CASTROVERDE

PATHS TO THE MAIN ROAD

AN EMERALD IS AS GREEN AS GRASS; A RUBY,RED AS BLOOD; A SAPPHIRE SHINES AS BLUE,AS HEAVEN; A FLINT LIES IN THE MUD

A DIAMOND IS A BRILLIANT STONE TO CATCHTHE WORLDS DESIRE; AN OPAL HOLDS A FIERY SPARK; BUT A FLINTS HOLD FIRE.

UP IN THE AIR
ZOOMING ACROSS THE SKY LIKE A GREAT BIRD YOU FLY AIRPLANE SILVERY WHITE IN THE LIGHT TURNING AND TWISTING IN AIR, WHEN SHALL EVER BE THERE, AIRPLANE PILOTING YOU FAR IN THE BLUE?

THE RAIN
THE RAIN THEY SAY,IS A M OUSE-GRAY-HORSE THAT IT SHOD WITH A SILVER SHOE. THE SOUND OF HIS HOOFS CAN BE HEARD ON THE ROOFS. AS HE GALLOPS THE WHOLE NIGHT THROUGH.

CLOUDS
CLOUDS ARE SOFT WHITE COTTON WIPING TEARS AWAY THERE ARE FRISKY PUPPIES FULL OF FUN AND PLAY

CLOUDS ARE ANGRY MONSTERS WITH A WATER HOSE THEY CAN MAKE ME COLD AND WET THEY CAN PLUG MY NOSE.

WIND IS A CAT
WIND IS A CAT THAT PROWS AT NIGHT NOW IN A VALLEY NOW ON A HEIGHT. POUNCING ON HORSES TELL JOLKS IN THEIR BEDS

DRAW ALL THE COVERS OVER THEIR HEADS IT SINGS TO THE MOON, IT SCRATCHES AR DOORS, SLASHES IT TAIL. AROUND CHIMNEYSAND ROARS IT CLAWS AT THE CLOUDS TILL IT FINGERS THEIR SILK, IT LOPS UP THE DOWN LIKE SAUCER OF MILK. THEN CHASING THE STARS TO THE TOP OF THE FIRS CURL DOWN FOR A NAP AND PURRS AND PURRS.

TREE
I THINK THAT I SHALL NEVER BE A POEM LOVELY AS A TREE A TREE WHOSE HUNGRY MOUTH IS PREST AGAINST THE EARTHS SWEET FLOWING BREAST A TREE THATLOOKS AT GOD ALL DAY AND LIFTS HIS LEAFY ARMS TO PRAY A TREE THAT MAY IN SUMMER WEAR A NEST IN RABINS IN HER HAIR UPON WHOSE BOSOM SNOW HAS LAIN WHO INTIMATELY LIVES WITH RAIN POEMS ARE MADE BY FOOLS LIKE ME

BUT ONLY GOD CAN MAKE A TREE.

PLANTS
LOOK ALL AROUND YOU, GREEN PLANTS ALL OVER THEY REALLY MAKE ON WONDER DO THE EVER SLEEP AT NIGHT?

WE GATHER ALL AROUND THEM, THE WIND BLOWS RATHER HARD THEY SWAY TO AND FRO, MOVE LIKE LADIES WITH SKIRT OF GRASS!

WHEW! WHAT A BEAUTIFUL SIGHT! THEIR FLOWERS SMILING BRIGHTLY AS WE TRAIL THEM WITH DELIGHT. FORGETTING PROBLEMS WE HAVE.

THANK YOU LORD FOR THESE PLANTS TOUCHING OUR LIVE SO MUCH, ENJOYING THEIR PRESENCE WITH US GIVING US COOL AND FRESH IR TO RELAX.

WHY ME?
THE SKY OPENS LIKE A FAN

ITS RATHER BLUE AND SEEMS TO BE CALLING ME! I CLAP MY HANDS IN WONDER HOW COME,HES CALLING ME LIKE A CHILD?

I GO NEARER TO THE SKY BY GOING UP THE ROOFTOP I CAN SMELL THE BREEZE AS I MOVE UP I MOVE TO ND FRO LIKE A DANCING DOLL I WANT TO SHOUT AND SAY,HI,HELLO!

THERES AN ECHO IN THE AIR MAKING ME DIZZY BUT HAPPY LIKE A BEE GO,MOVE... REACH ME HERE! MY EYES FOCUS ON HIM,BLUISH GUY!

LET ME THINK OF IT... ITS TRUE! IM MOVING UP,FLYING HIGH TO THE SKY YES,THERE I AM,SO WHY ME?WHY ME?

YOU AND I
HERE I AMYOU ARE THERE. THE AIR LIFTING MY MIND RECEIVING A SIGH OF RELIEF COMING FROM YOU,FRIEND THERES A SMILE ON MY FACE HOLDING MY BREATH AS I LISTEN TO A SONG,

A FAMILIAR TUNE YOU AND I KNOW THE CURTAIN MOVES AND DANCES THE FOOTSTEPS I REGRETTED TO GLANCE AT THERE,THE SHADOW CLEAR AND VAGUE THATS THE PORTRAIT YOU LEFT GREEN,YELLOW,GRAY AND VIOLET YOU AND I JUST A PORTRAIT STIFF AND COLD,YET SIGHING OF GRIEF UNSPOKEN MELODY OF TUNE YOU ARE THERE, AND HERE I AM.

TOUCHING THE TRUTH

LIGHT MEANS A LOT OF US YOU AND I AS WE THINK ABOUT HIM

THERES SO MUCH FUN TO WONDER ON WHAT HE IS TO OUR LIFE WITH LIGHTS ON!

WITH HIM FOR EVERY CALL WE MAKE HE TRIED TO GIVE AND SHARE

A GESTURE OF LOVE TO US DEAR.

THE LIGHT DERIVES US TO CARRY ON ITS EASY TO DO GOOD THINGS AND BELIEVE THERES HOPE FOR EVERYTHING.

THE WHALE IN THE SEA

IM A WHALE IN THE SEA, THE LARGEST CREATURE IN A BIG,BIG SEA.

BUT DONT YOU SEE? I BEGAN AS AN EGG SO SMALL THAT YOU CAN NEITHER TOUCH NOR SEE.

YOU MAY BE SMALL BOY, A SMALL BOY IN A CITY, YOU MAY BE SO SMALL TO GO SWIMMING LIKE ME OUT IN A DEEP BLUE SEA

BUT IF YOU KNOW HOW TO SWIM, HOW TO TRY AND DREAM; THNEN YOU CAN BE A BIG WHALE

IN THE CITY OR THE SEAA WHALE THAT IS BIGGER BIGGER THAN ME!

TOUCH AND CARE

ONCE,THERE WAS A CHILD WHO THOUGHT A REAL THINKER WHOSE BELIEFS WERE RARE WHY IS AIR UNSEEN? YET ONE CAN SMELL AND FEEL THE BREEZY AIR

THOUGH HES YOUNG YET BOLD AND BRAVE HIS MIND ZOOMED HIGH AND FAIR WITH MOM,DADAND BROTHER DEAR ALL OF THEM HELPED CAST AWAY HIS FEAR

LOVE ONE ANOTHER AND LET THEM EXPRESS FOR LIFE IS SHORT AND LEADS TO AND END SO FEEL THE TOUCH AND MOVING CARESS AND MAY BE GOD BE THE DIVINE WITNESS.

COMMUNICATING,WHAT
THE SOUND OF BELLS THAT KEEP ON RINGING MEAN A LOT TO SOMEONE WHO IS WAITING THE EVENT HPPENED SOMETIME FEARING

THAT KEPT THEM CLOSE FOREVER GUIDING LET DAYS PASS WITH GREAT WONDERING HOW A BREATH AND A SIGH OF GIVING SO DISTANCE NOT A FAR BUT WNDING TILL THE SIGHT OF BOTH MEANT UNDERSTANDING GO ON AND RISK THE PATH SURPASSING NO FEAR TO HIDE AND BE REWARDING THE GLORY OF TIME LEFT ALARMING AND SOON THERES A TUNE OF GOD COMMUNICATING.

WINDOWS
AT THE SIDE OF THE ROAD,A MAN SELLS OLD WINDOWS, HUNDREDS OF WINDOWS,LOSING THEIR PAINT THEY LEAN EVERY WHICH WAY, STACKED AGAINST TREE TRUNKS. THE MAN LOOKS AS OLD AS THE WINDOWS HE SELLS. AT TIMES YOU DONT SEE HIM...HES LOST IN THE SUNLIGHT, WAIST HIGH IN THE DIAMONDS,HALF-SUNKIN ICE. HELL SELL YOU A WINDOW. THEN WHEN YOU LOOK THROUGH IT, DECIDE FOR YOURSELF WHICH IS INDOORS OR OUT.

THE BRIDGE
YOUNG AND OLD PEOPLE LEAN OVER THE RAILINGS, CLUTCHING THIN STRINGS THAT GO DOWN TO THE WATER.

MAYBE THEYRE FISHING MAYBE THEYRE CRABBING. MAYBE THEYRE FLYING THEIR KITES UPSIDE DOWN.

WILMA,THE WINNER
WHAT CAN A GIRL ASK FOR? SHE ALMOST GOT EVERYTHING. SHES PRETTY BUT LONELY FOR SHE LIVED ALL BY HERSELF.

HER HOUSE WAS PAINTED WHITE THE FURNITURE WERE ALL WHITE THE BED,PILLOWS,SHEETS,AND BLANKETSWERE ALL WHITE. EVEN THE BATHTUB WAS WHITE.

WILMA LIVED WITH WINNIE,HER CAT. THE CAT WAS WHITE,TOO. HIS COLOR BLENDING WITH THE REST OF THE HOUSE WILMA HAD NO PROBLEM SHE COULD SEE WINNIE WHEN EYES WERE OPEN WIDE AWAKE BUT WHEN WINNIE WAS ASLEEP, WILMA COULDNT SEE HIM AT ALL NOT EVEN GLIMPSE.

ONE DAY,AFTER AFTER A NASTY FALL WILMA PICK UP HER MAGIC STICK SHE DANCED AND WAVED THE STICK TO THE TUNELA LA LA LA LA LA LOU ALL AT ONCE,WINNIE WAS A WHITE CAT NO MORE. ALAS!THE MAGIC SPELL CAST ON HIMWORKED, HE TURNED INTO A BRIGHT GREEN CAT! A BEAUTIFUL BRIGHT GREEN CAT!

NOW,WHEN WINNIE SLEPT O A CHAIR, WILMA COULD SEE HIM. WHEN WINNIE SLEPT ON THE STAIRS, WILMA COULD SEE HIM,ALL RIGHT. AND SHE COULD SEE HIM WHEN HE SLEPT ON HER BED. BUT,WINNIE SHOULDNT SLEEP ON THE BED ITS A NO NO FOR THE CAT

TO SLEEP ON WILMAS BED.

WILMA CAME HURRYING ONE DAY, AND SHE ACCIDENTALLY TRIPPED OVER WINNIE, WILMA TURNED THREE SOMERSAULTS, SHE ENDED UP IN A ROW OF BUSHES, ANGERED,WILMA PUT HIM OUTSIDE OUTSIDE ON THE GREEN GRASS. WINNIE ENJOYED PLAYING IN THE GRASS. TUMBLING,PLAYING TRICKS IN THE GRASS.

WHEN WINNIE PLAYED OUTSIDE ON THE GRASS WILMA COULDNT SEE HIM EVEN WHEN HIS EYES WERE WIDE,WIDE OPEN. WILMAWAS FURIOUS! SHE PICK UP HER MAGIC STICK, WAVE IT THREE TIMES... LA LA LA LA LA LA LOU! ALL AT ONCE,WINNIE HAD A BLACK HEAD, A BLUE BODY,A GREEN TAIL,AND FOUR BLACK LEGS! BUT HIS EYES WERE STILL GREEN. NOW WILMA COULD SEE WINNIE.

WHEN HE SAT ON A CHAIR, WHEN HE LAY ON THE FLOOR, WHEN HE CRAWLED ONTO THE GRASS. AND EVEN WHEN HE CLIMBED UP TO THE TOP OF THE TALL TREE.

WINNIE CLIMBED UP TO THE TOP OF TE TALL TREE TO HIDE HE LOOKED FUNNY AND HE KNEW IT... EVEN THE BIRDS LAUGH AT HIM! WINNIE WAS MISERABLE! HE STAYED ON THE TOP OF THE TREE ALL DAY AND ALL NIGHT. AND HID FOR HOURS THE WHOLE DAY.

WILMA WAS WORRIED TRULY WORRIED SHE LOVED WINNIE AND HATED TO SEE HIM MISERABLE WILMA HAD AN IDEA SHE WAVED HER MAGIC STICK AND SAIDLA LA LA LA LA LA LOU! AND AT ONCE,WINNIE WAS A WHITE CAT ONCE AGAIN.

HE CAME DOWN FROM A TREE MEOWING. WILMA WAVED HER STICK ONCE MORE.

IN A PLACE OF THE WHITE HOUSE, SHE HAD A PURPLE HOUSE WITH BLUE AND PINK DOOR. THE CHAIRS WERE VIOLET AND CUSHIONS. THE CARPET WAS LAVENDER WITH PINK . THE BED WAS LILAC WITH WHITE SHEETS AND PURPLE BLANKETS. THE BATH WAS GLOWING PINK. AND NOW, WILMA CAN SEE WINNIE. NO MATTER WHERE HE IS.

I WAS BORN TODAY

EVERYDAYS THAT DAWNS,YOU MUST SAY TO YOURSELF I WAS BORN TODAY! THE WORLD IS NEW TO ME. THE LIGHT THAT I BEHOLD STRIKES MY UNLOUDED EYES FOR THE FIRST TIME; THE RAIN THE SCATTERS ITS CRYSTAL DROPS. IS MY BIG DAY!

THEN LET US LIVE A PURE LIFE A SHINING LIFE! ALREADY,YESTERDAY IS LOST.WAS IT BAD! WAS IT BEAUTIFUL?LET IT BE FORGOTTEN. AND OF THAT YESTERDAY LET THEIR REMAIN ONLY THE ESSENCE, THE PRECIOUS GOLD OF WHAT I LOVED AND SUFFERED AS I WALKED ALONG THE ROAD.

TODAY EVERY MOMENT SHALL BRING FEELING OF WELL-BEING AND CHEER, AND REASON FOR MY EXISTENCE, MY MOST URGENT RESOLVE, WILL BE TO SPREAD HAPPINESS ALL OVER THE WORLD, TO POUR THE WINE OF GOODNESS INTO THE EAGER MOUTHS AROUND ME...

THE WAY WE ARE

WE ARE ONE FAMILY, LIVING ON A MOUNTAIN TOP. FEELING RICH AND HAPPY, THOUGH WERE WITHOUT MUCH MONEY.

WE EAT THREE SQUARE MEALS EACH DAY, UNDER THE SUN,MOON,SKY, NEED I EXAGGERATE THE THINGS WE HAVE? TO REALIZE THAT LIFE SHOULD BE FREE, AND WISH TO LIVE IT THE WAY IT SHOULD BE, HONESTLY,THIS IS ALL THAT I REALLY SEE.

MY PARENTS ARE NOT YET OLD TODAY, THOUGH THEY WILL BE SOON,SOMEDAY. SO WHILE THERE IS TIME,I TALK TO THEM, RATHER THAN KEEP FEELINGS HIDDEN WITHIN.

FATHER HAS ALWAYS TALKED SENSIBLY OF THE VALUE OF EDUCATION,TO MY BROTHER AND ME. WHICH HE AND MOTHER MISSED,UNFORTUNATELY; BUT THEY HAVE WORKED HARD TOWARD THEIR DESTINY. HAPPY TO MEET LIFES CHALLENGES BRAVELY.

QUIET,PLEASE!
HUMMINGBIRD AT THE HONEYSUCKLE VINE. FERNS FLUTTERING BY THE POND INVISIBLE WRITING OF BUTTERFLIES. NO QUACK,MOO,HISS,BARK,HOWL,OR MEOW.

ONLY SILENCE FROM THE TALL GIRRAFE. MILKWEED PODS,THEIR SILKY THREADS SPRINKLING THE AIR. A HAYSTACK IN THE FIELD. THE TRACTOR WHEELS ARE STILL.

MUSHROOMS SPROUTING IN THE GENTLE RAIN. BARE FEET ON THE DEWY GRASS AT DAWN. THE VELVET PASSAGE OF A DEER IN TE UNDERBRUSH.

A GOLDEN CARP AMID WATER LILIES IN ABLUE POOL.

A CANOE IN THE EARLY MORNING MIST, THE PADDLE DIPPING AND DISSAPPEARING IN DRIPPING CIRCES. THE BARK ON A BIRCH TREE UNCURLING, CREAMY MAGNOLIA LEAF DROPPING TO THE GROUND.

PALE GRAY LICHEN MAKING HIEROGLYPHIC MARK ON A DARK GRAY STONE. A STAIN-SMOOTH PIECE OF DRIFTWOOD ON THE BEACH. BUTTERMILK CLOUDS SCUDDING ACROSS THE HORIZON.

A BIRD TAKIN A BATH IN THE DUST, RUFFLING ITS FEATHERS. BLUE HYDRANGEAS NODDING THEIR FLOWERS HEADS BY THE SUMMER PORCH.

EMERALD MASS ALONG THE PATH IN THE WOODS. IRIDESCENT BUBBLES OF SPUME IN THE TIDE POOL. A TINY BREEZE LOFTING A SAIL, A SPONGE BREATHING IN AND OUT.

A STARFISH SPREADING ITS ARMS, MOONLIGHT MAKING A CHECK BOARD ON A BRICK WALL. THE SPIDERS WEB. A WEAVER AT THE LOOM,UNFOLDING WOOLEN SKEINS. THE FIRST STAR IN THE EVENING SNOW.

THE MINSTREL BOY

THE MINSTREL BOY TO THE WAR IS GONE, IN THE RANKS OF DEATH YOULL FIND HIM; HIS FATHERS SWORD HE HAS GIRDED ON, AND HIS WILD HARP SLUNG BEHIND HIM. LAND OF SONG!SAID THE WARRIOR-BARD, THOUGH ALL THE WORLD BETRAYS THEE, ONE SWORD,AT LEAST ,THY RIGHTS SHALL GUARD, ONE FAITHFUL HARP SHALLPRAISE THEE!

THE MINSTREL FELL!-BUT THE FOEMANS CHAIN COULD NOT BRING HIS PROUD SOUL UNDER; THE HARP HE LOVED NEER SPOKE AGAIN, FOR HE TORES CHORDS ASUNDER; AND SAID,NO CHAINS SHAL SULLY THEE, THOU SOUL OF LOVE AND BRAVERY! THY SONGS WERE MADE FOR TE BRAVE AND FREE, THEY SHALL NEVER SOUND IN SLAVERY!