I see the trees
they look like giants
The snow glittering in the sun
My brother's acting weird
through my window
the sun setting like a big golden ball
purple, red, orange, blue
all these colors mixed together in the sky
the night has come
dark as a hole
I hear the frogs clicking
like a person clicking their tongue

The View out the Bus Window
by Monica

Tall trees
Prickles on a man's beard
in the background
I hear
little children screaming
big kids
acting sorta cool
I look again
I see the river flowing
lots of snow
it turns golden
when the sun shines on it
mountains pointy
so high
so high

In My Top Bunk
By Melody

Yarn Yarn knitted into logs hung
on the ceiling and the walls. Green
white and pink are the colors I see and
beyond I see more colors I
see
pictures web of silk is like

connected by thin

Spiders' threads the yarn

"Zip Zap Zuh..."
By Anonymous

Zip Zap Zuh. I look down
at my pen. I picked it
up and pushed it in my eye
and pushed the button. Zip
Zap Zah Zah. I did it
again and again but I
I can't get to
sleep. Zip Zag
Zap Zah.

The View From the Top of the World
By KJ

Blank ---
and Black ----
I can see ---
the moon---
Planets ----
lots of planets ----
new.
I see nine ---
nine new worlds ---
different ----
STRANG

My View From My Window
by Megan

When I look out of my window I see cars
old cars. I see trees, I see a
satellite and a garage, I see
a house and tires a dog house
a fort and a dog an a
wood pile and a bird and
clouds and a sun and a bear.
I can see a whole bunch of
things. It is fun looking for
a view through your window.
Where I live it is a beautiful
Place.

When I look from this way to that
I see other people and a calendar a
bulletin board and pictures and a desk full of papers
tape folders tissues staples and an apple
lotion water and a stuffed animal and a pen

Ocean blue sky blue sky tree of colors
and the blue sky the beautiful colors.
rushing wind the ground is white
the water drops. The trees are green.

A game is played---
out of breath, stop to rest, watch to see
who's coming.
No one comes, no movement from
behind ---
Worry floods the mind:
Why aren't they coming?
Running, Running, snow white views fly
Past
Friends hunched over ---
Crying eyes,
Soon to be dried as story is
told of one who left of injury.
All is OK
As recess ends,
Friends again.
All is safe ---
ALL IS FINE.

The View from the Jungle
By Morgan

In the jungle
I see monkeys
I see trees
I see parrots
I see flowers
I see vines
I see the sky
I see the sun
I can even see me
from
from the view in the jungle

My view of a store is
Weird cool money.

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