We're off to a great start with a great bunch at Piedmont Parks and Rec!
Exploring the theme of flight through art and writing, we've dipped our wings into personification and pondered what it might be like to fly. Here are some of the fanciful notions that were written today!
Fireworks
by Claire
She plummets in pieces
he explodes in color
they rise and fall
they dance to the beat
of the cheers
she twirls
he leaps
and the crowd goes wild.
the people all watch in
amazement as the dancers
dance.
costumes of color
and a background of black
even the stars are jealous
even the moon draws back
even music is shy as the
fireworks fly
Frisbee
by Kedar
It's fun to fly. I get caught almost every time, except with the dogs--that is very unpleasant, especially with retrievers. I get gnawed, chewed, and riped, spit and slobber all over me. Again flying is fun. I mean I feel like a butterfly flapping its wings. Flying wherever it wants.
Solar Flare
by Aden
I am always overheated, wrapped in yellow white clothes hurtling toward the ground at unimaginable speeds. Suddenly I am ripped apart by earth's magnetic field. Ripped apart painfully to be exact. I was a fighter. The last thing I remember was the earth going black.
Dragon
by Jaden
The wind is moving while I am trying to fly. It takes a lot of effort. I can see everything from a whole different view. Everything looks smaller. I smell everything in town that is cooking. I hear kids yelling, store sellers screaming, and a whole lot of talking by the villagers down below. They all look so puny. On some days it feels the same as the villagers feel down below. Some a little hotter. Some a little windier. I fly like an airplane below the clouds. I fly anywhere, anytime. I am so high up. I can do a couple tricks and breath fire anywhere, anytime. But you can't see my shadow at all. Also, I really don't like the smell of the library.
Snitch (an excerpt)
by Sara
It folds its wings crisply against
its skin as it ceases to fly.
It knows it's time to settle down
to wait for a week to pass
to wait to fly once more.
Clouds
by Paul
I am invincible to everything except water. I have to watch my weight or else I die. Sunny days I grow fluffier and windy days I get cut into tiny pieces. I see thousands of others like me yet none exactly the same. I see mountains, grassy fields, airplanes and helicopters cutting up my friends. I see trees, flowers, lakes, buildings, and people. I see fluffy clouds and wispy clouds, big clouds and small clouds, low clouds and high clouds.