Yellow! It lifts your spirits when you feel sad. A ripe banana peeling, Sun warming the earth. Yellow– A golden poppy swaying in the wind, My mom cutting a juicy pepper, The shiny stars, A flashlight beam piercing the black night. Yellow– A golden poppy gleaming in the sun, The juicy pepper exploding in your mouth, Mustard on a turkey…
Biography Puppet Show: Paul Revere
Hello! My name is Paul Revere, and I am a Son of Liberty. Well, not yet. I’m still a boy. My friends and I loved to make mischief. Our favorite game was to pretend we were pirates. One day we sneaked aboard a boat and we started to play. Then we were caught by th ship’s captain! So I gave…
Starburst Rock Cycle Model
A marvelous starburst sedimentary rock!
What I Found in My Room
A stinky sock, A giant rock, A ripped up teddy bear, A pair of stretched out underwear, A brand new pocket knife, A yellow car from the game called Life, A smiling Lego head, Some money found in my bed, Some hair from my tiger cat, A really fat rubber rat. And then I got a broom TO CLEAN MY…
Fox Hunt
I chose a work of art that spoke to my heart. It is “Fox Hunt” by Winslow Homer. It looks as if the fox is going to jump and have dinner. The crows are very realistic. I like how you can see bushes sticking out. The shape of the bushes is really cool. It also looks like the crows are…
Ten Things to be Happy About Baseball
Dirty dugouts Old baseballs Mud covered cleats Dusty jerseys Squashed grass Cheering fans Dented baseball bats Old helmets Dirty baseball gloves A pitching mound waiting for ME!
Life of a Go Go
A form change poem (with thanks to David Bouchard, If You’re Not From the Prairie . . . ) If you’re not from a baseball field, Then you’ve never felt winning. It’s the taste of hitting home runs To making a good catch. You’ve never felt winning! If you’re not from a baseball field, You’ve never seen bats…
A Basketball Game
To play a basketball game, The defense is the same. The day is dreak, My shoes go squeak, squeak. My ball swished the net. It was wet. The rain outside goes drip, I slip. Someone takes the ball. He is tall. I steal it from him. The lights go dim. The spotlight’s on me. The ball I see. It’s in…
Ode to a Taco (a playful poem)
My taco! Oh, how lovely! You and me, my darling, Once you come on my plate, I stare with loving eyes. You are the only thing I want. My sisters are eating your brothers. I say how cruel, And they say Mom’s tacos are delicious. My eyes are turning into hearts, and I see yours too, But then I hear…