The Fells And Howes Of The Lake District

[two_third_last]On the second day of the England trip, students traveled through the home and inspiration to the Lake Poets, the Lake District. Students were tasked with writing a short 10-line poem describing the land they saw.[/two_third_last]

The village of Grasmere is in the center of the Lake District. William Wordsworth lived here for a period of time and called it “the loveliest spot that man hath ever found” in his poem “A Farewell”.

Rylie Sumimoto


The labor of one produced the beauty for many.

Nature is the teacher and its pupil is me.

The hours I desire to spend here: 20

Walking we did.

On mud we slid.

Hide and seek we played.

Frontiera we obeyed.


Students took a boat cruise on Lake Windermere, England’s largest lake.

Jasmine Berndt

The lake, the swans, the trees,

The chilling autumn breeze,

All promise serenity.

The lake with its tranquility,

Calms my heart and soul.

The swans swim with such grace,

As if they know none of life’s woes.

The trees, row upon row, stay silent and still.

The perfect picture of nature’s infinity.

Lake Windermere is a ten and a half mile long ribbon lake.

Madison Davis

The placid waters of Lake Windermere welcome me home

As the cool breeze tickles my neck and brushes my hair.

The majestic swans flaunt their pearl white feathers

And scamper about the shores.

Crisp autumn air fills my heart with joy

And the auburn leaves bring delight to my eyes.

As the freshwaters lap against the docks

And the sun peers behind the clouds,

My homeland sings to me

And all is well in my heart and soul.




Deanna Sanekane

A cool, refreshing wind.

A pale sun reflecting off of the smooth surface of the lake.

Gliding across the lake is a swan, sleep, smooth, graceful.

Behind the swan comes a roaring, sputtering.

A boat.

It cuts through the glass surface of the water,

Churning up the murk that rests at the bottom of the lake.

The boat roars away

Chasing a swan away into the fog.

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Anne Shiraishi

The gray pale sky is the background

To the vast canvas of greenery

Miles of peaceful scenery

Contrast where I once was

With Mcdonalds and traffic at every corner

The difference is so strikingly beautiful

The wind whips against my face.

And the sun peeks from the array of trees

I can’t help but grin

Because only few can imagine

The life of simplicity and solitude

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Kim Yamamoto

As I gaze upon the open lake

I remember falls past

Boats floating on the big blue water

Glistening beneath the suns powerful ray

Trees swaying in the breeze

Waiting for its daily feed

Birds chirping as they fly

In the open sky

I wait for the calling

Of my next return

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Kelsey Morihara

The crisp cool breeze

The lake before me glistens

Many sailors set out on the lake

Houses made of stone light up the street

Leaves decending into pools of water

Older couples walking hand in hand

The swans approach

begging for some spare food

The relaxing lifestyle

Soothes my soul

I am finally back home

The only place I love and belong


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