Poem #57

Poets occasionally take inspiration from words or phrases they hear or discover in all sorts of unlikely places - in the ad jargon on a Cheez-It box, in words on the back of a math book, or in the title of a comic book... etc.  "Using" these words or phrases might be considered found poetry.  Toady we tried our hand at it...

     Golden Celebration


  "It's   a   lazy   Sunday,
  One   hundred   percent   sunshine,"   said   Momma.
  "Let's   have   a   golden   celebration,"   said   Bubba.
  "Just   this   once,"   said   Momma.
  Bubba   and   Momma   stood   on   the   couch
  In   their   living   room   in   Hong   Kong.
  "It's   the   last   day   of   November,"   said   Bubba.
  "Wonderful!"   said   Momma.


This poem is good for the environment - 100% Recycled Material.
Have a good night, everyone!

Poem #56

Here's today's poem...

     Thanksgiving   Dinner


  "It's   time   for   dinner!"   said   mom.
  "Stop   playing   with   your   toys!"
  Yellow,   mushy   mashed potatoes
  Crunchy   cranberry   relish
  "Who!   Who!"   went   an   owl
  The   turkey   smelled   sweet
  Scrumptious   pecan   pie   with   vanilla   ice cream
  "It's   time   to   go,"   said   mom.


I hope everyone had a nice holiday weekend!

Poem #55

We tried a recipe for clove apples from The World of Little House book by Carolyn Strom Collins. Our class smelled delicious! Then we wrote a poem...

    Apples   with   Cloves


   We   made   apples   with   cloves
   We   took   an   apple
   We   took   some   cloves
   We   stuck   cloves   in   the   apple
   Cloves   have   a   round,   brown   top
   Cloves   smell   spicy
   Cloves   have   a   sharp   end
   Cloves   look   like   a   stick
   Everything   smelled   sweet   and   spicy


Have a wonderful Thanksgiving, everyone!

Poem #54

Here are two recent poems from Michael...


       Balls


   Balls   are   bouncing   away
   Balls   can   be   whacked   away
   Balls   can   pop!
   People   pick   them   up
   People   bat   balls.




       Ropes


  Ropes   can   be   whacked   with
  Ropes   can   be   twirled
  Ropes   can   be   thrown
  Ropes   can   be   cut
  Ropes   can   be   tied.




Thanks, Michael!
Have a good night, everyone...

Poem #53

Hello Everyone!

Early reminder - Parents As Reading Partners on December 3rd at 8:30 AM!  Hope to see you there!

Here's our poem... 

       November

   November,   it's   cold

   Some   trees   are   bare

   But   pine   trees   still   have   needles

   Little   rivers   have   thin,   icy   tops

   Do   not   step   on   them!

   Frost   is   on   leaves

   Frost   is   on   roofs

   The   ice   is   silky   slippery

   November

Here's the quote of the day:

Student #1: I got the wind knocked out of me...

Student #2: I did too. I got the wind knocked out of my leg!

Have a nice night!

Poem #52

Here's a poem about the Big Woods of Wisconsin, Laura Ingalls' first home...


     Big   Woods


   So,   so   wild!
   Brown   and   green   trees  
   Swish,   Swish   the   wind   blows
   The   leaves  away   in   the   air
   The   sun   light
   Shines   through   the   trees
   In   the   Big   Woods
   Each   year   a   tree   grows   a   new   ring
   The   stumps   have   lots   of   rings

Have a good night!

Poem #51

Raina brought in a song she wrote. We talked about how a song is like a poem put to music. Here it is...


 Take   a   Walk   in   the   Sunlight


    Take   a   Walk   in   the   Sunlight
    Take   a   Walk   in   the   Sunlight
    Take   a   Walk   in   the   Sunlight
    With   me


    Don't   sit   in   the   house
    And   play   a   board   game
    Go   outside   and   ride   your   bike
    Or   ride   your   scooter
    Or   play   ball


    Take   a   Walk   in   the   Sunlight
    Take   a   Walk   in   the   Sunlight
    Take   a   Walk   in   the   Sunlight
    With   me


Thanks, Raina!  I'll be humming that one for awhile.
Have a good night everyone...