2009-07-03 / School News

P.S./M.S. 114 Students Write Poems

Thank you, P.S./M.S. 114 for your commitment to excellence in writing! By Joan Diehl, dedicated to her creative writing students:

For the rest of my life
There'll be memories of you
Things that you say
And things that you do
Will sparkle like diamonds
In my heart's treasure chest
There, I'll keep you forever
Because you are the best
Your poems and your stories
Time cannot erase
I'll glance at them proudly
And remember your face
We've shared the magic
Of rhythm and rhyme
We've painted word pictures
line after line
Together we made words
dance and sing
So, thank you my darlings
For a year full of "spring"!
By Jillian Krol, Grade 4
Scream the dragons in the sky
They seem to be invisible
They're up there so high
Thumps the rain against the street
I put on my rain boots
So there's no rain on my feet
Lightning arms come from up above
They always try to catch me
But I fly away just like a dove.
Being a Tulip
By Fiona Brackley
After sleeping all winter
I'm eager to begin
To start my growing all over again
My natural beauty
makes the world smile
And I'm glad the weather
lets me stay for a while
I know that I'm smaller
than Old Brother Tree
But size doesn't really matter, you see
A tulip! A tulip! A tulip! That's me!
Scared No More
By James McManus, Grade 4
When I was four
I was scared of the coat closet
Where maybe a goat or a bear
Would be there
And, the creaking brown floorboards
Would fill the night
And, the rustling trees
Would rock in the breeze
It sounded like a robber
Was stealing our stuff
With a smirk on his face
He'd leave nothing in the dark
Except me in fright
Now I am nine
And, I know that the coat closet
Is just full of furry old coats
That are definitely not goats or bears
Now I know that the

creaking floorboards
Will not harm me
And, I know that
the rustling trees are not
Creepy robbers who'll leave only me
In the big, black darkness there.
The Sun
By Cecilia Hanson, Grade 5
A giant yellow octopus
Swimming in the high above sea
Trying to tickle us down below
But it never seems to reach
By Emily Greenstein, Grade 5
Golden ribbons across the sky
They dance and glide way up high
A cloud of birds up in the trees
Singing a spring sing-song
with the bees
The warm breeze cools off my face
And flies my hat to a far off place
Teardrops fall from the sky
Cried up puddles I walk by
Roses, tulips, and daisies
can be found
In the rainbow of flowers
upon the ground
Like the birds I want to sing
Yeah! Yeah! It's time for spring!
Jelly Fish
By Kate Calciano, Grade 4
Oh glass of pink lemonade
On a never-ending table
With your dome-shaped glass
You splat and spill
Yet you never get a refill
You're just drifting along
Without a warning song
Flying a Kite
By Andrew Wagner, Grade 5
As I pull on the strings,
the kite goes up wing by wing
Swoosh, Swish, Swoosh
Spiraling and spinning
like a Hoola-Hoop in the air,
like a top spinning everywhere
Swoosh, Swish, Swoosh
I feel the wind pulling on my line,
as the strings begin to untwine
Swoosh, Swish, Swoosh
The wind begins to die away,
which means that I
can no longer play
Ocean's Army
By Joseph Bello, Grade 4
Ocean waves,
Your army never takes defeat
When you crash onto
your opponent's feet
It's the countdown until the shore
The first strike—the second
—the third
The sand does not stand a chance
Your back-up waves break
Your waves of soldiers
drag everything on shore away
Into your underwater prison.

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