The May season : number 5

I think the most beautiful season of Tohoku is
a period from May holidays to the beginning of
the rainy season.
Especially the thin green color of the new leaves
is very beautiful and it is supposed to be a symbol
of Tohoku in Japan.
No matter what great grief Tohoku peoples have,
they appreciate this season with various thoughts.



(number 5 : revision o)
The park in May

New Leaves sprout on the trees
Rustling under the blue sky.
When mothers in the park
Call the names of their kids,
The sound of the leaves
Seem to grow louder.

Colorful flowers bloom on the trees
Shinning under the blue sky.
When principals in the park
Call the names of their pupils,
The color of the flowers
Seem to grow brighter.

The young trees stand in the park
Pointing toward the blue sky.
When gardeners in the park
Count all the trees again,
The number of the trees
Seem to Increase mysteriously.

revised : number 4

I showed my fourth poem to my English teacher.
She advised me to make its meaning clearer.
I revised it as the following.


(number 4 : revision 1)
A janitor murmured

He disappeared suddenly,
On the last day of camp.
I screamed I missed him.
My classmates said, who?
They didn't see him.
My teacher said, oh!
I must have dreamed.

He disappeared suddenly,
With a memory of hide-and-seek.
I shouted I saw him.
My classmate said, who?
They didn't see him.
The principal murmured,
He had been to be here.

He disappeared suddenly,
Just after playing on the stairs.
I said I loved him.
My classmates said, who?
You've lost your mind.
The janitor sighed,
He had been such a good boy.

Children : number 4

About three months have passed since the earthquake.
Children here play joyfully as they used to do.
Sometimes they talk about mysterious happenings.
Their game machines moves by themselves,
or music instruments make sounds without players,
or chattering is heard from the empty classroom, etc.
I tried to make a poem for kids.


(number 4 : revision o)
Janitor murmured

He disappeared suddenly,
On the last day of the camping.
I screamed I missed him.
Classmates said, Who?
They didn't know him.
Teacher said, Oh!
I must have dreamed.

He disappeared suddenly,
With a memory of a hide-and-seek.
I shouted I saw him.
Classmate said, Who?
They didn't see him.
Principal talked to himself,
He had been to be.

He disappeared suddenly,
Just after jumping down the stairs.
I said I loved him.
Classmates said, Who?
I lost my mind.
Janitor sighed and murmured,
He had been a good boy.


reference:
http://www.asahi.com/english/TKY201106030170.html