Summer Hair The sun is a big ball of bubblegum that gets caught in my hair but the bushes of nature clean my hair. The fairies come out from the flowers and get a giant comb to make my hair smooth to fly in the air, to brush my hair right back to the air and they fly everywhere. The trees are umbrellas they protect us from summer rays. The stars don't come out until late in the day. As the day light goes down the mountains and moons rise again the fairies go into the clouds and play in sandals all night. Composed by Division 5&7 Carnarvon Community School Vancouver, BC May 21st 2004 Summer Is... Summer is freedom summer is joyful it means no more school and no more rules you get to stay up late while teens go on dates you get to go camping you lie down and look up and see the stars 12 weeks have past it is time to go back to school it is time to follow rules all the grade 7's will become grade 8's this is our new fate! The Old Tree The old tree is in my back yard and it is not too far I hear the birds sing on my way while the horses are eating hay I was at the old tree and I saw the bees remember when the bees stung me I'm at the tree I do not see the bees I don't see the tree 34 years have past I am 56 years old I don't see the tree, it is gone It may be gone, but I still have a bond. Summer Is... & The Old Tree composed by Steve Sigouin Division 2 Carnavon Elementary Back to the Kid's Page Home