En ces temps de crise climatique, l’hiver va et vient, et l’on ne sait jamais si l’on aura de la neige ou non. Mais l’idée d’un hiver blanc, plein d’activités et de sentiments qui nous font du bien, est pourtant bien présente chez les élèves de 5ème. Avec leur professeure d’anglais, Anette Campbell, ils ont été invités à s’inspirer de quelques poèmes sur l’hiver et le froid, notamment du poète américain Robert Frost (oui, Frost est bien son nom de famille ! ).
Alors à leur tour, ils se sont lancés et ont écrit leurs propres poèmes sur ce thème, accompagnés même, parfois, d’illustrations.
Profitez des congés scolaires pour les apprécier !
A Memory
A frozen lake under a cold sun,
A man lives alone on his boat,
Surrounded by ice,
A feeling of loneliness
Suddenly some children running past
Throwing snowballs over the boat
He thinks for a while
And decides to leave the boat
Goes to play with the children
Builds a magnificent snowman
And creates a beautiful memory
Adam
Winter Night Comfort
Late on a cold white afternoon
When everything was dead
A bright shining moon
Spread its silvery thread
When the darkness came
And my vision disappeared
Its light like a flame
Guiding paths once feared.
Erik
Hot Chocolate on a Cold Winter’s Day
Travel to the North
White snow covering the trees
White snow up to your knees
See the ice melting and cracking
Feel the hot chocolate melting away
The frost on your cold cheeks
Sit by the fire and warm up your hands
Away from the outside, away from the cold
Deep in the woods bears are sleeping
Waiting for winter to finally end
Warming themselves, cuddling together
Go make yourself a really hot chocolate
Sit down and watch the beautiful trees,
The wind blowing, and the snow falling.
All while enjoying a delicious hot chocolate
With lots of whipped cream
On this cold winter’s day.
Alexandre
To the Snowman:
How long is the winter? How long will you last?
Each year it comes, but how long will it be?
Sometimes it will never end and sometimes it goes too fast.
No matter what I will build a snowman
Owls will be flying, observing it
Wondering what makes it so special
Made out of snow with rocks as eyes and mouth, and a carrot nose
A snowman will be there, not talking but listening
November, December still there, January February beginning to go away
Mathilda
Life in Winter
I wake up to the snoring of my father
Go to the kitchen to eat my breakfast
Put on warm clothes and go out onto the balcony
There I see the majestic garden
Although I see it every day when I wake up
I still find it majestic and beautiful
Konstantinos
Perfect Winter Day
A day can’t be better than one skiing
The cosy mountains under blankets of snow
The blowing wind of winter
The view of the region
In the power of my eyes
On a cold Sunday morning
Gliding down mountain after mountain
Lakes frozen, forests covered in snow
Now that is what I call winter!
Joel
Frozen Beauty
The day is freezing
Big, beautiful snowflakes
Falling on the ground
Not yet walked on.
Silence
Only my sister and me
In the middle of a field
Sunk down in the snow to our knees
We freeze
It doesn’t matter
Because this beauty warms our hearts
The sun makes the snow glitter
Like a field of little stars
Nadia