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The lazy, fat cat
Stretched on his back
In the family room
Throughout the evening
Enjoying the warmth of the fire.
~Mrs. Rastin
The red-breasted robin
Chirped sadly
In the backyard tree
All afternoon
Unable to look for worms through the snow.
~Mrs. Rastin
Can you imagine . . . .
a shoe without a dangling lace?
a grin without a crooked space?
a line without a snaky squiggle?
a carpet without boatload of giggles?
a desk without a messy pile?
a class without a million smiles?
-Mrs. Rastin
I am from bobby sox and hula hoops
And from rollerskates with keys.
From dresses at school,
And patent leather shoes
Shiny and black.
I am from Howdy Doody with Buffalo Bob
And Clarabelle after school.
From The Friendly Giant
Whistling for Jerome through the castle windows
After getting the chairs ready for me.
I am from uncles and aunts and cousins
Picnicking every summer,
Being tanned from the sun
Spending every day outside, playing,
From morning until well after dark.
I am from Saturday morning movies-
The serials, the cartoons for a quarter
From Saturday walks to the library
To see, to smell, and to read
To my hearts content. To dream.
*Mrs. Rastin*
May
thirty-one days
of memories and sadness
catching at my throat and burning my heart.
~Mrs. Rastin
Exercising
Up, down
left and right
counting the minutes
Trying to become a healthier me.
~Mrs. Rastin
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My fourth grade students
Tasted green jello jigglers
In our classroom
On St. Patrick's Day
Inspired to compose a sensory paragraph.
Mrs. Erbelding
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My friends-my students-my teachers
Challenging my practice
With their curiosity
In my classroom, my laboratory
They inspire and teach me too.
Mrs. Giacobone
The important thing about school is gainig knowledge.
Learning how to get along with others.
Learning how to think mathematically.
Learning to pedal the bike for myself.
Learning how is more important than learning what.
Learning I'll always be a learner.
But, the important thing about school is gaining knowledge.
~Mrs. Giacobone
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My daughter
Coming through the door
Rushing before the rain comes
Smiling in her new hat
To give me a hello hug
By Ms. Laurence
Can you imagine a teacher with no kids?
An auction with no bids?
A story with no rhyme?
Police with no crime?
School without rules?
Summer without pools?
Scripts with no lines?
Teachers with no time?
Ms. Laurence
I am from pizza and bagels
From crumb cake
And Italian Ice
that turns your lips blue.
I am from New York
From the Statue of Liberty and the Empire State Building
And Jones Beach
With fine white sand that massages your toes.
By Ms. Laurence
Love
doesn't have to be just between people
like grown-ups holding hands in the park.
Love
doesn't have to be hearing music
like you've forgotten how to talk.
Love can be reading a book
out on the porch with a fresh cup of coffee.
Love
doesn't have to be a once-in-awhile feeling.
Love
doesn't have to be just hugs.
Love is the reason for living.
Ms. Laurence
Seeds
I wonder if they like sprouting?
I suppose they do.
They know exactly what to do.
They have been waiting for so long.
They drink in cool water and warm sunshine.
They get to fulfill their destiny.
Ms. Laurence
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A sleek, brown deer
Quietly wanders
Along the edge of the creek
As the sun goes down
Looking for food
By: Mrs. Ryan
Hundreds of tiny raindrops
Wiggle and jiggle at each bump and turn
On the hood of my car
As the sun goes down
Trying to find the puddles below
By: Mrs. Ryan
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I am from love.
Laughter when we played.
Tears when we fought.
Always a hug to make up.
I am from parents who sacrificed
To give to us.
Homemade cookies, decorated birthday chairs
And summers in the swimming pool.
Madonna and Tina Turner blaring from the kitchen window.
I am from the smile on Mom's face when I brought lilacs from her favorite bush
And stepping barefoot in the soft soil of Dad's garden.
Sipping lemonade with Gramma
As we rolled nickels, dimes and quarters.
I am from Willow Street-never changing.
Don Donahue and Gerry Pierson,
Always on their porches with a lesson to share.
Can Derrick come out to ride bikes?
I am from Gramma Marge and her stories of Madeline, Arthur and Rose.
No one mentions Larry or any bad memory.
I am from strong parents and
Ben and Sara. I am in the middle.
I am from "You'll see"
And "If you don't have anything nice to say, then don't say anything at all."
I am from table manners and respect.
I am from "When my ship comes in."
I am from tomatoes canned from the garden - 100 quarts a year.
Goulash with mayonnaise and K-Mart breakfasts.
Roast beef with tender carrots and the best gravy
These foods bring comfort now when home is too far away.
I am from birthday shopping with Grandma D,
Picking out any toy.
Homemade quilts and slippers.
Free in the sun on the farm
With Scott and Elise.
Mr. Hiley, 4-2008
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A white basket full of lovely flowers
Sitting quietly, peacefully, fragrantly
On my messy desk covered in papers
Delivered today one day before my birthday
Because my friend wanted to wish me a "Happy Birthday" all the way from Georgia!
By: Mrs. McCoy
I am from steak, bacon and sushi,
From anything chocolate,
And anything with caramel too
As long as thereıs no coffee flavor in it!
I am from Clorox, from washing dishes as a child
And Gee, Your Hair Smells Terrific!
I am from the messy, lived-in house, noisy with pets and clocks
That gets cleaned, but never stays that way for long!
I am from Florida
From gentle manatees, citrus trees big and small,
And awesome southern winters
Where it is warm most days!
I am from German ancestors and pork and sauerkraut.
From boxes of photos in the attic and shopping bags of great grandparents' pictures
That I scanned and organized for my Grandfather.
I am from scrapbooks and Storybooksİ
That I have made, full of both new events and old family photos.
By: Mrs. McCoy
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Can You Imagine?
By Mrs. Rizzuto
Fishing without a lake?
A snowstorm without a flake?
A hook without bait?
A bobber without weight?
A fire without a flame?
Children without a game?
I Wonder
by Mrs. Rizzuto
I wonder if each star has someone making a wish on it?
I suppose most have had someone notice their twinkling.
I have a favorite one that waits for me.
It's comforting to know it is always there.
No matter where I am, or where I travel,
my star is always precisely where I saw it last.
My star wishes are my prayers.
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Can you imagine?
By Jessica Short
2008
Can you imagine . . .
Spring without flowers?
May without showers?
A kite without the wind?
A lover without a friend?
The sun without rays?
Football without a single play?
A tree without a trunk?
A rock band without some spunk?
Love without a heart?
And a beginning without a start?
Where Iım From
By Jessica Short
2008
I am from pizza and mac nı cheese
From ice cream sundaes
And snicker bars,
A nutty chocolate treat.
I am from Omaha, Nebraska
From corn huskers and prairie lands
And farms as far as the eye can see,
Growing great things we love to eat.
Five Ws Poem
By Jessica Short
2008
Stacy Walters, my very best friend
Loves me with all her might
From Alabama to Pennsylvania,
Every day of her life
Because she is an amazing, beautiful person in my life!
Shining Stars
By Jessica Short
Shining Stars
I wonder if stars like to shine?
I suppose they like to be bright.
Being bright means you are special.
Bright stars can be seen all over the world.
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A Land of Splendor
I wonder why Africa is so captivating?
I suppose it is due to its marvelous treasures.
The lionıs roar that echoes as a new day breaks open.
The fish eagle soaring over mighty rivers that flow to far away oceans.
Majestic mountains silhouetted against the blue sky.
Elephants and giraffes under the shade of thorn trees.
Buffalo and wildebeest herds roaming the grasslands.
All of this and so much more . . . .
By: Mrs. Taljaard
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I am from seafood and Starbucks.
I am from planting flowers and from teaching amazing 1st graders.
I am from walking the Centennial Trail while listening to my iPod or
chatting with friends.
I am from our cabin at McKee's Beach and from Italy on vacations.
I am from politicians, teachers, and Wonder Bread.
I am from Washington
From tree-lined fairways
Where I like to golf.
by Ms. Filer
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A Mummy, Not a Dummy
Have you ever seen a mummy
Who was wrapped so tight?
I saw a mummy, not a dummy,
In my house last night.
Soon it was clear to see,
Why he came to visit me.
He had a seat on the living room chair.
He spoke of ancient Egypt
And of how people lived when he was there.
As he sat and talked I saw
A strip of cloth hanging from the chair.
He said it was made of linen cloth with a lot of care.
The linen was made of flax
That a farmer grew
In a garden with beans, barley, and peas too!
What did the mummy do?
He soon began to tell me right out of the blue!
He worked with his hands thatıs what he did.
He was a worker on a great big pyramid!
He would drag the stones up the ramp and he would sing
As he helped build the tomb for the great Egyptian King.
He lived on the Nile a river very wide.
It would flood the land every year on each side.
If the floods were just right,
The farmers could sleep at night.
If the floods were too high or too low,
The farmerıs crops would not grow.
The mummy stood up and began to say
³It is time for me to go away.
I must return to the mummy case
And put my beautiful mummy mask on my mummy face.²
By: Mrs. Kim Williams
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