Haiku and Tanka

Ball

Entertaining us
As we are once younger
Sitting on the shelf

Grass

The palace of the green
Sits on our very own earth
Looking up to see
The death or life of humans
Alters our world as we know it

Kenya

A Father’s watching his so die of malnutrition

He is bloated
He is sick
He needs medical help
He needs a friend
He needs a hope
Why does he have to go?
In America this is not tolerated
Why is it here?
Why not an American boy?
Why my son?
Why?
These things are not my fault
I seek new employment tomorrow to get more money
To save him
If it’s not to late
But it is and he must go
Even if it was my choice
But it’s not

Take Care

By: Fraser Grimes

Take care, Care take
It’s all the same if spoiled
It’s gone
What to take care of?
The luscious trees on the way to the country
Or the smoke on the way home
One way or another you’ll regret it
It’s in the people, the ones you love dear
The people that you’ve known your whole life
Gone, left, so take care.

When I was writing this poem I thought that the envroniment was depleating ( which it is) and Mr. Coles lecture. I thought that this poem would be good to describe how I thought and felt about it. So I took elements out of the envroniment and put it on paper or in this case a computer.

The Howl

The One, The only,
The gray dog howls at the moon
He howls for a hope or howls for a friend
The voice is returned
The call,The pitch
As I sit in my tent
I look to the ceiling and step outside
Only to see the grace and beauty of them
They stand like soldiers on a field
The light glimmering on their chests
A pause

A Howl
The voice of the north
The call of the wild
The happiness in their hearts
The passion burns on
And The queer noise one you could only call
The Howl

By: Fraser Grimes

ANIMAL POEM

Left Behind

By: Fraser Grimes

My feet fall step after step

My life my goals

Gone with my family and friends

I crouch in the hole

Sleeping

As to only see them depart

I feel awakened have I done somthing wrong?

Is my life a mockery?

or just a game in their lives?

Whatever it is I keep on walking

The trees and bushes

The snow rages on, but on I go

Damned to just keeping walking for my life

I Am a Wolf

By: Sloane Jensen / Loveland, Colorado / Age 16





I am a wolf,

running through the trees.

Following the scents,

on the midnight breeze.

I am a wolf,

howling beneath a silver moon.

Hoping that my loyal pack,

will answer back quite soon.

I am a wolf,

standing with my beautiful mate.

We must stand strong and brave,

and face any challenges we meet.

I am a wolf,

Hunting with my pack.

With the young and the old wolves waiting,

for meat to be brought back.

I am a wolf,

and I must kill to survive.

But isn't that something we all must do,

in order to stay alive?

I am a wolf,

withstanding man's fear and hate.

But many have come to love wolves,

and for us that's quite a treat.

I am a wolf,

wild, fierce and free.

Living in forests and mountains,

stretching as far as the eye can see.

I am a wolf,

I'd never want to be anything more.

And I hope that even after I'm gone,

there will be wolves forevermore.

When I read this poem It helped me set a mind frame that I could too write a poem about a wolf. I really liked it beacuse while I was the discrptive words that helped me aswell. This poem was very well structured and is very well writen in my opinion. On the Fraser Scale I would give it a very solid 4 out of 5 bcause it was good but not Great.

M a n / B o y

Man / Boy

A man and a boy walk past each other on the street,
The man says nothing, neither does the boy
But they both see one thing in the other
The boy sees himself in the future
Bring home the bread
The leader of the house and a responsible man
The man too sees himself in the past
A care free boy
No heavy burdens
As they continue to walk they both eye each other with admiration.


While I was writing this poem was thinking a bit about strangers in a car and i thought that this poem was a good reflection of it as sees the world throught the eye of the stranger. I kinda wanted to show that people really can see them self in other people and I hope that this poem does just that.