Poems

Mrs. Bobart and Fox did an excellent job teaching poetry to their students. Here are some poems written by their students:

WISHES

Some wishes come true.

Some dońt.

Some things you can control.

Some things you can't.

Some things make you feel like you´re in an endless field.

Others make you feel like youŕe in an deep dark cave.

Some things are unfinished.

So, remember,

Next time you wish,

Remember,

It's just a wish.

But,

Still,

POWERFUL...

Snoway

I saw it before it came

Me the neighbors swish  

I knew it would come

And so would we

Gliding down the hill

I saw it before it came

Swish, Glide, Swoop, hurrle

I saw it before it came

Wet, Sip, Warmth, Fire

SNOW DAY SNOWAY

Hip Hip Hooray!!!!!!!!!!

The Art Room

I looked to the left

I looked to the right

All of the colours

Were so very bright!

The lines the swirls

I can’t even chose

The dashes the dots,

I’m trying to find

The one I like best

I think I found it

I think it’s the best

All the crazy colours

All out of the lines

The different sized lines

But what I liked best

About that painting

Was it was alive

The lines and colours

They took me inside,

Inside the painting

Where everything was

All happy and bright

I took the painting

I took it back home

Every single day

I look straight at it

With a huge smile.

Poems Are Cool

Poems. Rhyme. Imagery. Three amazing things. Words flying off the page! Words making clear stories of happiness and sorrow. They make a clear picture of whats happening. Blue skies. Green grass. Blue fonts! Pink fonts! Sure, they aren’t formal, but they are

So much more!

The Fire  

It was a normal day with a friend,

going back home, up a hill, big and tall.

The parents were talking when

one of them saw smoke under the

porch….

My mom said bye to them and then

call a fireman to check in out.

The fireman called over more fireman

then the next thing I know we

all in our garage hearing sirens.

Wheee-ooooh wheee-ooooh.

There were 6  fire trucks!

Then we hear lots of barking.

At first we thought it was a fire dog

but then I saw outside a window our dog bayley.

She was barking like crazy.

Grrrr browerrr ruff.

My mom ran outside to get bayley.

I was scared because mom had not been

back in a while.

Finally my mom was back with bayley.

In like 30 minutes they said they fixed it and

we could go back inside but I went under

the porch where it all started and sat there for

a while, just looking at the porch and thought.

How.

Practice no more

On the very last day day day

After schools out out out

Slip on your suits to swim

On this very last day day day

Hip hip hooray

Time for play

After this very last day

Splash splash splash

Like a normal day

But its not

It's the very last day day day

Into The Rain

As I go into the rain

I come out of the dust.

I feel the rain on my cheeks

so smooth and so soft as I Feel

the dust washing off my face.

I see and hear the raindrops

pelleting off Windows and

the ground.

As I  see,feel,touch, and hear the

Rain for the first time,

I remember and I remember well

That the rain is beautiful.

(at least that is my advice.)

That the dust and rain are

Beautiful. (Sometimes)

I love my life with both   

                                               

either crude or nice,

And I do not want to

sacrifice my life,

For a droplet of rain or a

grain of dust.

Even though it does

feel nice (that is my advice)

I would never sacrifice

My life,

For Dust or rain,

Or any other thing as long,

As long as I Come Out Of The Dust.