The challenge last week was to write about going back to school. Here are the results.
ShoesIt's not too late if you still want to play. Leave me a note about your poem and I'll add it to the list.
by Kate Coombs of Book Aunt
Left flip-flop cracked,
with tar on the back.
Right flip-flop sandy,
smeared with cotton candy.
Left school shoe shines,
ready to stand in line.
Right school shoe grins,
set to walk in.
--Kate Coombs, 2010, all rights reserved
by Amy Ludwig VanDerwater of The Poem Farm
I'm ready to be a grade older.
I'm ready to ride the bus.
I'm ready to meet my teacher.
(I hope she's ready for us.)
I'm ready to use these pencils.
I'm ready to make new friends.
I'm a little bit sad
but I'm ready.
Summer always ends.
© Amy LV
by Carol Weis
A B C
Hey look at me,
Sneakers all tied,
Smile’s this wide.
How can that be?
Will anyone see?
That I’m just some fool
Who thinks school is real cool!
Carol Weis © 2010
by Judy Beck
My teacher at school doesn’t like me.
She hasn’t a reason I’m sure.
My personality is delightful.
My manner is simply demure.
In the class I do everything perfect.
In math I am really a star.
When it comes to language and writing,
I’m better than the others by far.
But my teacher at school doesn't like me,
And for what reason I haven't a clue.
You should see how I truly help her.
You should see all that I do.
If she struggles when she is teaching,
She knows that I’ll kindly step in.
And of course I’m there to remind her,
If she ever does it again.
I’m also helpful at recess.
I tell her what others do wrong—
If they are breaking the rules, or fighting,
Or simply not getting along.
But my teacher at school doesn’t like me,
And she hasn’t a reason I’m sure.
Since I’m not the one with a problem,
It’s obvious that it must be her.
Judy Beck - all rights reserved