Riddle Poem

When our mouths are full, we are travelers-
Plodding, crunching, marching through the days
With our tongues hanging out.
But alone we are only ornaments
Lying in wait, empty mouths
Patiently anticipating our next adventure.

Answer:
http://docs.google.com/Doc?id=dhmpf4bw_6gg4hh8g8

Found Poem

She was the world's
wild charm:

starry nights,
the mountains,
bright sunflowers,
forests,
water, water everywhere,
Life.

Views from on high explore
fantasy
and
reality
and
beyond.

Summer elevation, increasingly free-
Astonishing scenes and sightings inspire songs.

The earth in a new light.

Imagine letting it be...

Winging it.

Two Tone Poem

At school I feel a dark bluish-green-
Internally bold but externally quiet,
Like a low thumping bass drum;
A mossy forest that's calm and at peace
But uneasy and impatient.
But in my own element I am a rich, earthy orange-
Warm and full of energy,
The sounds of a lively rain forest
Or dancing to a pulsing drumbeat-
Unpredictable, uninhibited, undeniably kinesthetic.
My orange is an electric exception to everyday questions.


image for video is from
bbsc30. "Green Forest."15 May 2004. Photo. Free Pictures.com. 6 March 2009. http://www.freepicturesfreepictures.com/free-pictures-green-forest-sunshine-bbsc30.jpg

Acronym Poem

Drinks tea
Artistic
Unpredictable
Musical
Intuitive
Lazy
Loves summertime
Early bird
Ray of sunshine