Purple Grapes
Elizabeth G. - Grade K

Purple and green are the colors of little grapes.
Grapes are big and little.
Grapes are what you eat when you go somewhere.
Grapes are the best.
I love grapes.

Snowboarding
Brendan C. - Grade 3

The triangular slopes are Mount Everest juniors.
The lifts are zooming spaceships.
The snowboards is a hover board
flying and whizzing and spinning all around.
My goggles are a shield,
keeping the beaming snow and wind out
of my hazel eyes.
My snow pants are a cocoon of warmth
that keep me dry.

A Tree
Elizabeth R. - Grade 3

A tree in the morning is stretching out her arms.
Sighing when she is sad.
Dancing in the wind.
Dying on the ground.
She had a good life.

The Flag
Emily G. - grade 3

It's red, white, and blue.
It stands in my classroom tall and proud.
It's a sign of our country.
It's an important symbol.

Winter
Daniele S. - Grade 2

Winter is when it snows.  This year my sister Ali, my mom and I are going skiing.  This year will be our first year skiing.
In the winter months it gets cold, so you have to wear hats, boots, gloves, scarves, and snow pants.
I love to go ice-skating and sledding.
That is what I love about winter.

Rainbows
Deja R. - Grade 4
When I look in the sky I see a rainbow.
I picture myself in a bowl of chocolate, swimming fast as can be.
I see myself in a deep tunnel, with a rabbit hopping cheerfully around a pot of gold.
I think a rainbow brings me happiness.
When I see a rainbow, it makes me think of a butterfly flying around a dozen flowers.
I think of angels in a pond, hopping with a frog from one lily pad to another lily pad.
That’s what happens when I think of a rainbow.

  Who Knows. . . ?
Jessica V. - Grade 3
Who knows if Jupiter is a hunk of cheese
coming out of a deli shop?
If you and I should go in and see,
we might grab a bite.
Who knows if Jupiter is a yellow ball
that somebody bounced so high
It reached the sky?

What I Believe In
Izamar L. - Grade 5
I believe in defending peoples’ rights.
I believe in teaching kids to do the right thing.
I believe in God like some people do.
I believe in kids.
I dream of peace.
If you believe, your dreams they may come true.

 Snow
Debra P. - Grade 4
Snow is angels falling to the ground
The cold air is blowing into your face, which is freezing.
I see kids sledding by as I’m watching the snow fall to the ground
I hear people screaming because they’re scared that they’re 
Going to fall off their sled.
I smell fire in the fireplace.

Winter
Mitchell F. - Grade 4
Children sledding down a hill.
People laughing with a winter cheer.
The snow falls lightly from the sky
and outside my window there is nothing but snow.

Love Foxes
Johnny R. - Grade K
I love foxes because
they fox around.
I love foxes.  

Golden
Ethan B. - Grade 2
I use the golden crayon for my work then I put it away.
My uncle gave me a golden dollar.
I have a golden button, but it falls off my shirt.
I give it to my mom to sew it.
I go outside with my golden shirt,
I fall,
it rips.

 Clouds
Ashley P.- Grade 4
The camel who walks along in the clear blue sky.
slow as a turtle.
As slow as a snake.
Through a valley of clouds you float away up high
And when you walk away
I wonder why.

My Dad
By Brendan C.   - Grade 3

Spacious, dark oak desk
holding a red pencil
in a brightly lit room.
Built by his splintered hands
and intelligent brain.
He is a carpenter.

Standing in wet sneakers on Conard Field,
smiling,
pointing his index finger
to where scrambling first-years should be.
He is a football coach.

In my blue-sheeted bed
he lies,
book in hand,
reading,
listening,
and falling asleep beside me.
He is my dad.

If Barbies Came to Life
by Kelly H.   - Grade 3

If my Barbies came to life ………
They would form an army, marching into war against me.

They would begin a fashion show at the end of my striped bed,,
with poor Ken wearing a bright, pink bow!

If my Barbies were alive, they would make me their servant
while they rest in a sink of foamy, white bubbles!!

They would demand dinner, and
I’d give them a plate of stale, green peas!

That’s what would happen if my Barbies came to life.

LOSING A LOVED ONE
By Latoya W.  - Grade 3

  The leaves blow throughout the night 
and it gets very cold. 
I get scared 
because one of the dead people 
is going to jump out of the foggy ground, 
out of the coffin. 
But it doesn’t,  
and after a while I find my uncle’ stone. 
I made my poem for him.
It said, 
“You are my uncle and you know I love you a lot
and you will always know that I love you Uncle Tomas.”

Hopeless
By Maddie T.  - Grade 3

Everything is so dark
for a person with no eyes.
I can’t see myself cry.
I have problems that I can’t solve.
Those many years that passed,
all the hard work I did,
doesn’t help me anymore
My life is like a tunnel that goes on and on and on,
a black hole that I cannot escape,
a sickness that can’t be cured.
A blind person.
That I am. 

 TEACHERS
By Taylor R. - Grade 3

 Teachers are a gift from Santa Claus, 
Sweet, like a juicy cookie in my mouth,   
Melodious, like violins being played,
Reach high, like fire licking the sky,
Fun to watch, like dogs jumping in the water, 
Lovely, like a white dove soaring through 
orange and yellow birch trees.

Teachers are startling, like a black panther leaping,
Joyful, like stars in the sky,
Interesting, like a butterfly fluttering to its nest.
Beautiful, like a creamy, puffy white cloud,
Sometimes mean, like a cat gobbling up a mouse,
Graceful, a blue bird darting south for the winter.

Teachers are like a dark chocolate brown teddy bear sitting on my bed.
When I cry, they make me feel better.

COLORS
By Allysa C. - Grade 3

Red, 
roses blooming like a child in the summer sun.
Blue, 
the winter sky staring down upon children building colossal snowmen.
Green,
grassy glades, children rolling down the hills. 
Black,
bats snipping at green apple trees.
Yellow, 
the sun shining amongst the Earth.
Orange, 
an orange, orange, sitting upon the kitchen counter..
Gold,
treasure hiding in a dolphin-blue sea.

Construction Music 
By Max E.   - Grade 3

The banging of a steel hammer.
The crashing of a crane into a wall.
Jackhammers hammering their tune.
The screech of the saw dancing on a piece of wood.
Can’t wait to see the results.

Winter
By Taylor R.   - Grade 3

The flavor of vanilla.
Glorious, like the bright, golden sun 
sitting in the azure blue sky.
Cheerful, like the moon dancing around in the night.
Delightful, a bright snowy feeling.
Hopeful, like the color of the flag we fly.
Sonorous, like a clarinet humming a soft, low tune. 
A snowy, sleek dove soaring through 
Brown, bare birch trees.  

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