Writer's Garden

Writer's Garden

The Lonely Tree

Once upon a time there was a forest. It was a nice and peaceful forest. But there was a problem. There was one lonely and ugly looking tree named Black Willow. It did not have leaves, flowers, etc. The others were healthy and green. All the trees used to make fun of him. One day a group of wood cutters came to the forest. As soon as they took their axes Black Willow shouted, don't cut these trees, otherwise you will suffer for oxygen." The wood cutters got so frightened that they ran away. All the trees thanked Black Willow and promised they won't be rude to it again!

Saloni Deswandikar (9yrs)
Greenwood High School

Monsoon in the Big House

There’s a big house up the hill
next to the big wind mill
you feel damp if you touch the window sill
but if you peep in, you see something unusual
You’ll almost feel it’s an illusion
I’m still under my sheets on the bed
It’s ok if you haven’t taken a bath
for it’s the world’s biggest shower
It’s area is more than any tower
cause of the weather I get up very late
the time you have lunch on your plate
The amount of fun I have
Is like a ray
with a start but never an end
with my friend
We splash water in the puddle
when it gets chilly we huddle
we dance in the rain
though we are unable to see the lane
It makes us forget all our pain
we drink lots and lots  of hot tea
while watching the huge sea
through the window
near the meadow
This is the monsoon
It’ll get over soon
It’s going to run
So, have lots of fun
in this season
without giving me any reason.

Shalini Sarode VIII
SSRVM School.B.lore.


THE WINDOW

I sit by the window every morning,
To see the sun shine with a loving light
I sit by the window every morning,
To see kids fly beautiful kites 
I sit by the window every morning,
To see cars driven very fast
I sit by the window every morning,
To see the flower lady as she passes
I sit by the window every morning,
To see the little birds perched on the trees
I sit by the window every morning,
To listen to the big buzzing of the bees
I sit by the window every morning,
And paint the picture of the day
That exists outside my window,
In the town of St Mary's Cray…

Srinidhi.R

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