Brainstorming

BRAINSTORM

By Riley

When my teacher first said,

“We are doing a brainstorm,’’
I didn’t know what she meant.

I thought she meant brains

would plummet from the sky.
I went up to the teacher…
“Are brains going to fall from the sky?’’

I discovered

clouds of ideas
and words
that shoot out like lightning.


THE WIND
by Dylan

The wind howls like
a wolf.
It moves forcefully like
a steam train.
It pounds the roof like
Rocky Marciano.
My home sounds like
a bass drum.


THE MASSIVE WIND
by Raevyn

One night, with a big bang,
the wind screamed
like a hooting, howling
Owl.

In the morning I went to school,
and saw a gigantic tree
had fallen across
Pinehurst Street.