Special Place

by Andrew, Grade 4, Dover, MA

I wish I had a special place

Somewhere I could be alone

Be a bird, a cat, a dog

Where my hot anger cools to cold peace

Shelves full of books of many kinds

Travel to caves,

 the stars,

and far away places

Where it smells as sweet as a flower

Blowing in the cold spring breeze

Where it is warm like a summer day

Where it is soft like a fuzzy blanket

Where my imagination can run free

Like a pony in a green, flowery meadow

I wish I had a special place

Somewhere where the world is a nice place

Where the colors around me make me

feel like I am inside a colorful rainbow

stretching across the sky

Where I can be alone

A very secret lair

Oh why

can’t I have

a special place?

November 2009

Stopping By Flowers on a Sunny Day

(in honor of Robert Frost)

by Cam, Grade 4, Sherborn, MA

Whose flower beds I think I know

She lives in a cottage far away from home

She will not see me stopping here

To watch her beds fill up with light

My stomach is grumbling

I want to go

Who's home, I do not know

Between the flowers there is a lake

the lightest day of the year

The only smell is the swift smell of flowers

Awake.

The beds are bright and neat

But I have groceries to carry

And miles to go before I sleep

And miles to go before I sleep!

Can You Imagine?

by Claire, Age 7,  South Salem, NY

a deck without a chair

a wood without a bear

a harbor without a dock

a foot without a sock

a clock without a time

a poem without a rhyme

a lake without a trout

a whale without a spout

a lady without a purse

a school without a nurse

a person without a leg

an incubator without an egg

a sky without blue

me without you!!!

October 2009

Freckles

by Anna, 3^rd Grade, Orchard Park, NY

They appear everywhere

they are little dots here and there.

From the tip of my nose

to between my toes,

freckles won’t leave me alone.

In the Sea

By Daniella, Grade 3, Scarsdale, NY

In the sea

I see little fish like dancing candy bars.

In the sea

I see coral reef like swirling lollipops.

In the sea

I see sand like sleeping caramel on my ice cream.

In the sea

I see seaweed like flying green sprinkles on my sundae.

I love the sea!

Christopher Columbus

by Shrey, Grade 2, Scarsdale, NY

Christopher Columbus is the best.

He discovered a new land for the rest.

With the wind in his sail

 He crossed the Atlantic feeling frail.

When the lookout shouted land

They all kissed the sand!

He went back to Spain with spices and gold

That’s the end of the story as it is told.

In the Mirror

By Nisha, Grade 3, Scarsdale NY

I see my eyes like a dark chocolate bar swimming in a pool of milk,

I see my nose like a roller coaster that has two caves.

I see my teeth like white clouds in the pink sky,

I see my lips like a bunch of flowers swirling on my face.

I feel special because nobody has a face like mine.

School is

By Lisa, Grade 5, Paris, France

math                troubling

science            electrifying

writing              hurting

reading            invading

geography       boring

art                    surprising

music               shouting

I love school

(sarcastic)

July 2009

What's for Breakfast?

by Andrew. Age 7, Riverside, CT

What's for breakfast?
Tell me please.
Waffles with syrup or toast with cheese?
Scrambled eggs and apple pie?
Toast with butter or tuna on rye?
Oops!  Of course... I already had breakfast.

June 2007

by Annika , Age 9, Bangalore, India

Girls are Good
Boys are Bad
Women are Wise
Men are Mad
Females are Funny
Males are in Many
This is the tale of the twenty-first century
The century of Women!

by Anna-Murphy , Age 10, Atlanta, GA

"Hello", I hear
From the snowman outside.
"Come please,
Get me out of here."

Then is when I saw his tears
So I put him in my freezer.
Then I realized it was my brother,
What a teaser!"

May 2007

by Kelton , Fairfield, CT

The girl who sits across from me,
I think she's kind of crazy.
She coughs on me and pokes my back
and in art she's sort of lazy.
She cuts me in line,
and gave me a blister,
but there's nothing I can do
when that girl is my sister!

by Joey , Fairfield, CT

So much depends on a blue alligator
they live in bomps (blue swamps)
they are the nicest alligators in the world
and
So much depends on a red crocodile
they live in rogs (red bogs)
and are really mean so
watch out for red crocodiles
ok?

April 2007

by Julianna

There is a mouse in me,
its glorious bright eyes shimmer in the night
as it scurrys across the floor.
Its ears widen
and he patiently listens to the clock go
tick
tick
tick.
The moon shines bright in the window
reflecting on the floor.
Silently my mouse craws into the moonlight.
Its graceful silky white fur now has a gleam.
Midnight has hit
and I feel him silently sleeping in my heart.

by Ellie , Cape Elizabeth, ME

So long Winter
Hello Spring
Winter, We Know You Hate To Leave.
We're Cold Enough Now and Need Some Heat,
To Warm Our Tired Bones.

So, So Long Winter
Hello Spring.

Winter Will Always Come Again.

by Claire , Age 8, Pound Ridge, NY

No more snowflakes falling down,
no more building snowmen now.
Tell the snowmen say good night,
say good bye to snowball fights.
When this season comes to call, just remember it's not fall....
It's Spring!

March 2007

by William , Age 6, Andover, MA

Happy, Sad, Grumpy, Mad,
a little Bad, a pinch of Glad .
Those feelings would make a pretty good pie.
Wanna try?

January 2007

by Katherine , Age 6, West Hartford, CT

That cat is fat,
but it is fast.
I don't believe what I see.

by Grace , Grade 4, Jericho, VT

You're my friend of sweetness and free
You're my loving friend to be
We'll stay together forever and ever
We'll never part. That's right. I said never.
When we grow up, we'll still be friends
Being your friend has been a great pleasure
The memories we have will turn into treasure
What a great friend you have been! The friendship we have cannot be measured.

December 2006

by Kira , Age 6, East Brunswick, NJ

I'm first in line. I cannot wait.
I'm really happy that I won't be late.
I'm glad to feed the fish the bait.
But there's just one problem that I can't ignore.
I followed the wrong teacher to the wrong door!

by Becky , Age 10, Australia

Another boring day at school,
I should never go, it

by Noah , Grade 2, Yorktown Heights, NY

Hanukah, Christmas, Kwanza and more.
You'll see the happiness when you open the door.
Easter and Passover are really fun,
you'll love the Holidays till they are done!

by John , Addison, VT

Christmas trouble lay ahead.
Christmas trouble on my bed.

Christmas trouble on the floor.
Christmas trouble out the door.

Christmas trouble in the car.
Christmas trouble at the bar.

Christmas trouble over there.
Christmas trouble everywhere.

November 2006

by Michael , 4th Grade, Fairfield, CT

My face is dark gray.
My eyes are tan gray.
My nose is gray.
My ears are gr...
Oh wait, the mirror is blurry.

by Nicole , 4th Grade, Fairfield, CT

My sandwich is hard and icky!
The peanut-butter is stale and sticky!
The jelly is jumping!
My heart is bumping!
I DON"T WANT LUNCH
TODAY!

by Briana , 4th Grade

When I see pigs fly

I will jump for joy,

twist and turn,

laugh out loud

and spin and jump

and dance around.

My sister will sigh

in disgrace

but I will laugh

in her face.

Here's why

if you don't know,

I can finally

pick the TV show!

by Michael , 5th Grade, Farifield, CT

On a quiet, Autumn day, when it is cold out-
when the leaves fall-
we use our senses and know by heart:
The crackling leaves- and
The colored leaves- and
The wrinkly leaves- and
The fresh smell of the leaves along with the fresh smell of nature- and
How it makes your mind burst with wonderful thoughts- and
It makes you shout out all those thoughts- and
How it reminds you of the season and its tasty
Foods.
Autumn.
Swish, crackle, crunch.
That is Autumn.
What our mind has in it.
When it comes, you know- by
Senses.

by Tom , Age 8, Switzerland

Looks strange like a heart,
To touch, smooth like my face,
Tastes fresh like the out-doors,
Is the colour of green
Smells like an apple but more sour
What is it?

by Sagar , Fairfield, CT

Stinky as a rotten piece of eggs,
Makes you want to run away
screaming from smell-a-phobia,
If you want to see it I suggest you will not
because it STINKS!
So that is the story of the
decayed,
moldy,
decomposed,
festering
stinky cheese man!!!

by Brian , 3rd Grade, Fairfield, CT

You look like a snail running on my desk
or a cheetah running through the forest.
I mostly think you are a set of hard Dracula teeth.
Vo, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho,
but you smell like candy corn.
I will not taste you because it will be weird.
I will never forget you shell.

by William , Age 8, Switzerland

It looks red from the stalk.
It feels like a baby

by Kelly , 5th Grade, Fairfield, CT

There is a shy little bunny in me,
She is nice and kind and as cute as can be.

I may seem wild as and out going like a horse,
But that isn't how I am of course

I'm gentle, furry, loving too,
And I'd like to show all of you.

I wish I was more outside than in,
But the inside cannot win.

Like a battle of feelings I run about,
I hope everyone will soon find out.

by Melissa , Age 9.5, Switzerland

TO LOOK
It is like a football,
And an eye popping out,
TO SMELL
It is like the beach in Thailand

by Catherine , Grade 2, Katonah, NY

Last night while I was in my car
I saw the moon shining bright.
I thought it looked like
a shining, shimmering pearl.
It seemed so peaceful in the dary blue sky.
I felt like I could reach it from way up in the sky.
It was pretty on the beautiful, cold November night.

by Hugo , Age 9. Switzerland

I see the green of the Amazon forest,
or a plump bee that

by Tonio , Age 8, Rolle, Switzerland

He looks like a grenade,
Shiny like a clown

by Emilio , Age 8, Switzerland

To look at its like a dangerous grenade.

To smell it reminds me of roses in spring.

To touch its cold as snow.

To listen like the wind blowing.

To taste it is as sweet as candy.

but it was just a pear.

by Evan , Age 8, Switzerland

To see,
It bleeds from its cut!
To smell,
It smells like Christmas time.
To touch,
It feels very cold, like a snail in the

by Amira , Age 10, Rolle, Switzerland

You see bumpy, yellow, bruisy chicken pox,
like the shape of a rugby ball,

If you smell it, it

October 2006

by Lu , 4th Grade, Dover, MA

I'm bored
back slouching
toe tapping
mind fading
shoulders shrinking
tongue panting
arms flopping

And you know what?
I'm still bored.

by Ryan , 4th Grade, Dover, MA

Oh, no!
Where did my ice cream go?
Oh, no!
It's on the ground!
Oh, no!
I don't have any more money!
Oh, no!
I'm so hungry!
Oh, yes!
It was just a nightmare.

by Ella , Poet!

Oh, shell
You look like a cave,
I try to climb in, but you are too small,
I can't come in.
You sound like the ocean late at night.
You look so twisted,
are you OK?
But I can't taste you because you are a shell!

by Rachel , 2nd Grade, Yorktown, NY

Ball bouncing
Cleats gripping
Shinguards protecting
Feet running
Children practicing
Have Fun!

by Kenta , Riverside, CT

They tie you up in knots
and throw you on the ground.
They're bullies.
They punch and kick and do bad things.
They're bullies.
But bullies have a secret weakness-
if you try to kiss them,
they just run away!!

by Anthony , Doylestown, PA

I'm not:
Getting up
going to school
eating breakfast
talking to you
not going to football
doing my homework
and
I'm certainly not doing chores.

September 2006

by William , Age 8, Rolle, Switzerland

I've lost my pen.
It was the only one then
and now its gone,
it will go all wrong.
Oh it's just there,
under my chair.

by Aidan , 4th Grade, Bridport, VT

I see melted black licorice,
I see yellow sprinkles by and by,
But I hear not a single note.

That is the night sky!

by Ann , Age 11, Rolle, Switzerland

I always ACE my math tests...
always have and always will.
I've always ACED my math tests...
Until one day...
I have my papers here thats say...
I looked at the grade and then...
Said " What does F mean again?"

July 2006

by Michael , Age 9, Germantown, WI

Balls rolling!
people screaming!
floors rumbling!
pins crashing!
arcades beeping!
screens flashing!
machines clanking!

That's what bowling is!

by Katherine , Age 10

Today I'm on an airplane,
It's not my favorite place,
The seats are really tiny,
The bathroom's a disgrace!
The food here is super-small,
It drains Mom's wallet so,
Where ever they get this tasteless junk,
That I'll never know!
The TVs are the worst part,
They're fuzzy and too high,
They're always too mature for me,
And they're colored yellow dye!
Now the journey's over,
Now I'm on flat ground,
Now's there's a new trouble,
My luggage can't be found!

by aanandita vaghani , Age 11, Mumbai, India

when i'm happy there's a smile on my face
and my smile stretches from place to place
when i'm sad the smile turns upside down
and forms a deep frown
when i'm bored, my mouth forms an o
and i see on my face
the most blank smile i know

June 2006

by Montana , Grade 2, Andover, MA

Turkey, turkey nice and sweet
Let's cook dinner and have a feast
Let's light the candles nice and bright
And be so thankful on Thanksgiving night.

by Elisa , Grade 5, Cheshire, CT

I am me, the one who got first place in freestyle races.
I am me, the one with many friends in the U.S.A.
I am me, the one named Elisa.

I am me, the one who has one special sister named Veronica.
I am me, the one who loves to read books and open my imagination.
I am me, the one named Elisa.

I am me, me the one who is in fifth grade.
I am me, the one who plays the piano and violin.
I am me, the one named Elisa.

I am me, the one who has no brothers.
I am me, the one who is very talented.
Whoever I am, I'm always me, Elisa.

May 2006

by Alex , 4th Grade, Planet Mars

I'm as complicated as a computer
I'm as fast as a hare
I'm as backstabbing as a rogue
I'm as gentle as a bear
I'm as smart as a dog
I'm as kind as a priest
But I become a tiger
When it's time to feast

by Elizabeth , 3rd Grade, Riverside, CT

BARK LOUD,
PLAY ROUGH,
EAT A LOT,
BITE SOFTIY,
LICK SLOBBERY,
BEG NONSTOP,
FETCH GRACEFULLY,
CATCH SKILLFULLY,
RUN SWIFTLY,
JUMP HIGH,
ROLL PLAYFULLY,
SIT PATIENTLY.
"THAT'S WHAT I THINK ABOUT DOGS!"

by Jane , Age 10, Unknownville, USA

Stress through
my mind.
What do people
think about?
I feel different
from everyone else.
But inside
I'm the
same.
Everyone else
has different
thoughts-but I
think about them.

by Briana , Age 9, Mysterytown, USA

a Hickory Dickory

without a Dock.
a little mouse without a clock.
a Krusty Krab without any buns.
a Spongebob Squarepants without any fun.
a Timmy Turnner without any faries.
a Mr. Crocker without being scary.
a Mystery without Scooby Doo.
a very hard case without a clue.
a sailing ship without any sea.
me without poetry!!

by Katherine , Age 9, Riddleville, USA

Can you imangine
What the world'd be like
If there were helmets
Without bikes?
Or thank-you,
Without please?
Or strays
Without fleas?
Could there be bruises
Without bumps?
Or made beds
Without lumps?
Could there be brothers
And no sisters?
Or high-heels
Without blisters?
Could there be McDonalds
Without gross stuff?
Or pillows
Without fluff?
Could there war
Without dying?
Could there be pain
Without crying?
Could there be messy hair
Without combs?
Or happiness
Without poems?

by Lexi , Age 9, Puzzle Place, USA

My sister has a cat inside her.

It has fluffy white fur as soft as a cloud and eyes made of emeralds.

It purrs with a voice like the ocean...
Soft and smooth.

It prances with beauty,
moving calmly like a cloud.

She lives in my sister's heart,
her favorite playmate.

Meow...
Watch out, or
the cat
might
POUNCE!!!!!!!

by Alex , Grade 5, Fairfield, CT

There is a panguin inside me...

with fur like a towel

and legs that cant let you run or stretch...

It never has conversations and never likes to yell or shout...

It walks at a speed limit of 2mph ...

It lives inside my heart and makes me quite every once in a while...

I wish I was like the penguin inside me...

by Charlotte , Age 10, Fairfield, CT

There is a bird in me
with feathers like soft green leaves
laying on a strong brown branch
it tweets and sings with joy
it runs place to place
as fast and carefully as it can
it lives in my heart
and makes me hyper
i wish it could come out and sing to me.

by Mariah , Grade 5, Kittery, ME

There is a quiet hurt monkey in me
With fur as soft as baby skin and
Teeth that are so soft that it couldn't
bite or hurt anyone.
It sounds like a delicate low purrr,
and can never get any louder than
a hamster on its wheel.
Because it is so sad, it struggles
when it moves because it hurts so bad.
It lives in my heart where everything is nice.
I wish she wasn't so hurt, then she could be happier.
She makes me feel sad and mad
and a little happy, no matter what is going on inside.

April 2006

by Gabi , Grade 4, Rye, NY

Fog creeps in so swiftly
like a mouse getting cheese
sneaky, sly, scary,
when it rolls in, it stays
people look out the windows
seeing the world in a mist
can't see a thing

by Nicholas , Age ?, Germantown, WI

I'm as fast as the whistling wind blowing.
I'm as smart as a blinding bright light.
I'm as hungry as a lion ready to fight.
I'm as brave as a shark determined to eat and bite.
I'm as wild as a flexible monkey swinging from vine to vine.
I'm as loud as a thunder storm shouting from the sky.
This is who I am.

by Miriam , Grade 5, Cheshire, CT

I'm from trips with my family zooming through the world.
I'm from screaming at spiders till my family comes to me.
I'm from in the mall, spending my birthday money till i'm broke.
I'm from playing volleyball until i'm as sore as an almost dying bird.
I'm from playing with my friends till dark at night where i cant tell im having fun.
I'm from playing with puppies until it seems like their fur is sinking through my heart.
I'm fom singing and dancing until i lose my voice and seems like i broke all my bones.
I'm from everywhere i want to be.

by Katherine , Age 10, Rye Brook, NY

I got a ton of homework today,
From my homeroom teacher,
'Cause she's a homework lover,
Infact, she is a preacher.
She gives us lots of projects,
All adds up a mile high,
And when I complain to teacher,
She makes to the sky.
She made us write a dumb poem,
This is the one,
When I beg her to change this to a math one,
She laughs and says that this will be fun.
She says it must be rhyming,
One thing I really hate,
I beg my mom to make me sick,
But she'll only let me late.
Now I like this thing,
Now I like the sound,
Maybe I'll be a poet
If my pen is found!

by Nicole , Age 10, East Brunswick, NJ

Oh Mom don

by Jonny , Age 9, East Brunswick, NJ

Wiggle Waggle Goes
Her tail

The smell of her
Breath
Fills the air

Smack Smack
Goes her fire
Breathing tongue
on my ice cold
Face

Her cosy soft fur runs across
my rough uncosy skin

Where ever I go
she's always with me.

by Marissa , 5th Grade, Glenville, CT

A glittering Decoration
for the night time sky

having a party
dancing and singing
shining with beauty

running away
fading like dust
all of a sudden
the sun comes
up

by Kaitlin , 5th Grade, Naples, FL

Fruit without seeds?
A yard without weeds?
A sandwich without cheese?
"Thank you" without "please"?
Ice without freeze?
Honey without bees?
Leaves without trees?
"Bless you" without a sneeze?
Bullies without their tease?
Carrots without peas?
Legs without knees?
Florida without The Keys?

by Alie , Grade 3, S. Salem, NY

As I prance so happily
While draped in soft-white fur,
I know as a lamb that I shall dwell,
Until my life hurries past.

And then as an angel,
With my happiness splintered,
And I on a cloud,
I shall always look back at my Lamb Life memories.

They are vivid yet blurred,
They grasp tightly to enchantment,
And every of all details,
Is the wondrous truth.

by Chris , Grade 4, Rye, NY

Words thrashing,
Rhythm bouncing,
Similes crashing,
Imagination rolling.

I'm exhausted!

March 2006

by Matthew , Age 8, Crawley, West Sussex, England

My Nannie was old and wrinkly
Her hair had gone thin and grey,
She was able to tell us a story
Of life in the olden days.

My Nannie was generous and caring
She played Bingo and won sweets for us to eat
My nannie gave us Kisses and cuddles
Her smile was always sweet.

My Nannie has gone to Heaven now
No longer is she in pain
Nannie's with the angels now
So she will watch us sing and pray.

We Will always love you Nannie

by Peter , Age 200, In his room.

lasers shooting
owls hooting
flaming swords
powerful lords
scary eyes
shatering skies
creatures soring
my sister snoring
magical duels
breaking rules

I need a new game

by Alex , Milford, CT

Creepy noises everywhere
a mystery in the air
coming from the attic chair
while something is in my hair
mystery in the air
DON DON DON
what could it be?
maybe a she, maybe a he
i heard a buzzing in the tree
it was a bumble bee

by Isabella , Age 9, Walpole, MA

When ever you're around
you make me so happy
No one can make me feel this way
Or change some part about me
You will always be the one to make me laugh
and make me cry
But there will always be that one person
Here by my side
And that is Me, Myself and I

by Allen , Age 500, The Universe

I look into my amazing mirror
to see the reflection of my face
and in my face I see two eyes
that look like bullets
soaring through the sailing sea
my little nose is a mountain with
two huge caves and they have spider webs
the extra cave is bigger one
with a flowing blood river
last not least I two ears
with little ripples
and big huge ones
that represent the big and wide ocean
that everybody really likes

by Hana , Age 9, Scarsdale, NY

I

by Michelle , Age Q?, Germantown, WI

My brother and I
are snapping a wishbone
I fill with excitment
It tickles my bones
I close my eyes tight
I wish for a pet fish
the bone snaps
My brother just laughs
I open my eyes
He has the bigger half

by Alex , Age U, Anywhere USA

all the time
cities are.
traffic screaming
taxis cruisin'
subways beaming
the yankees losin'
all to many people
sky scrapers climbing
and all the monuments
rush hour every day
fast cars not able to speed
and of course the people who don't pay

by Joey , Grade 5, Germantown, WI

I failed my last math test,
But I don

February 2006

by Sean , 2nd Grade, S. Salem, NY

When I feel sad
it feels like an earthquake
and a weeping willow.
Burning bubbles going up my nose
and melted marshmallows in my hot cocoa.
Fog horns moaning in the night
and listening to the blues.
But then my mom hugs me
and I feel an explosion of happiness!

by Harry , 3rd Grade, Andover, MA

THEY'RE MAN'S BEST FRIEND
OR MY BEST FIREND
THEY'LL PLAY FETCH WITH YOU
ALL DAY
THEY'LL SLURP YOU
ALL OVER
SOMETIMES PEOPLE BUY THEM
LITTLE OUTFITS
SO THEY CAN BE
A PRINCESS OR
LITTLE ROMEO
THATS MY LOVE FOR
DOGS

by Ben , Age 9, Somewhere in a hockey rink

Ice crackling
players checking
goalies saving
refs calling
coaches screaming
sticks breaking
positions assigning
fans cheering
A little fierce but fun

by Sean , Age 8, S. Salem, NY

I see my eyes like dark chocolate balls
in the middle of vanilla ice cream.
I see my eyelashes like long black bear's hair
I feel my hair like a bumble bee's soft body
I see my lips like an upside down rainbow
I feel very happy
Looking in the mirror

by Mandy , Grade 5, Andover, MA

Tornadoes twisting to form black holes
in the middle of the sky,
And of houses being wrecked
along the shore lines coast,
Of people being whipped in the face
by the strong winds,
The ocean water flooding in the New Orleans,
Everyone knows now to take cover

by Anna , Age 8, S. Salem, NY (Written when she was 5)

I have a very special friend with whom I always play,
we slide and skip around, nearly every day.
At the end of play time and the sun has almost set,
I eat my dinner fast than I go to bed.
I wonder where it goes
I often wonder why
Sometimes I cannot stand it,
so I begin to cry.

January 2006

by Eric , 5th Grade, Riverside, CT

Shadows walk the alley ways,
upon every street.

Shadows do everything we do,
exactly on beat.

No one knows where shadows go
when darkness becomes a sheet.

The night is the shadow's
greatest defeat.

by Geoffrey , 3rd Grade, Scarsdale, NY

No running.
Be cunning.

Be kind.
Have an open mind.

Try your best.
Don't be a pest.

by Rabia Javed , Age 12, Int'l School & College of Pakistan, Kuwait

+Friends are your beloved,
-Love them.
+Friends are your helpers,
-Get help from them.
+Friends are your secret keepers,
-Tell your secrets to them.
+Friends are your ideals,
-Copy them.
+Friends are like your siblings,
-Be nice to them.
+Friends are like your mistake hiders,
-Hide their mistakes too.

by Max , Grade 2, Walpole, MA

In the mirror
I see eyes like a bowling ball;
I see hair like the moon;
I see tongue like a water slide;
I see lips like a caterpillar;
I feel Happy;
In the Mirror.

by Zachary , 2nd Grade, Riverside, CT

In Football you pass and run for touchdowns
But, in Basketball you pass, shoot and dunk

And Rugby is almost the same as
Football but you pass backwards

What about Baseball?
You hit the baseball and field the ball

Cricket is just like baseball but
You hit off a tee, the bat is flat and
There is only one base.

Badminton is like Tennis but you use
A birdie and a small racket

Ping-Pong you hit the ball over the net
It's just a mini version of Tennis

In Squash you hit the ball off the wall

No matter what the sport
I like them all!

December 2005

by Stephanie , Grade 6, Coventry, VT

I'm from Virginia where my aunt's car broke down.
I'm from snow, trees, and sun.
I'm stinging jellyfish and best friends.
I'm from places where only I believe I've been.
I'm from fly fishing in Califiornia with my dad
who caught a bat by accident.
I'm from a life full of bats, rats, and cats.
I'm from the Navy which my dad was in so long.
I'm from Rhode Island, where lobsters are poisonous to my cousins.
I'm from Vermont,where winter is beautiful, not hot.
I'm from a life of happiness, confusion, and moving.
That's where I'm from.

by Hunter , CT

I can't take a bath, dad,
why is because there's a five foot monster
with two long arms and legs
and big white teeth
and big blue eyes
and crazy messed up hair
in the bathroom.
Or was that my cousin?

by Jack , Goldens Bridge, NY

I am happy when the sun shines bright.
I am happy when there are stars at night.
I am happy when the ocean is blue.
I'm happy, are you?

by Justin , Plainfield, CT

Shouting
Screaming
Cleaning
Fighting
Leaning
Writing
Reading
Homework
Detention
My brother crying
My sister stealing my stuff
I love my life!

by Haley , 4th Grade, Plainfield, CT

My eyes are like black olives
in foggy air.
My ears are like leaves
that blew off a tree.
My hair is like a banana
after a monkey just picked it.
Oh no I look like a freeky creepy crawler.
Mom can I change my head
with my sisters head?
Pleaseeee!

by Marie

Oh, how the year changes
Lots of things to do
No time to listen to singing birds
Or cows that always moo

Lots of things to need
Lots of things to want
No time to look at cheetahs
Or an elephant

How the seasons change
How the trees grow
No time to notice this
Always have to go

The plants stay forgotten
The animals are very sad
What happened to the happy days
Or the kind lad?

The green, green grass
Or the light blue sky
Does anyone ever notice this?
These are things to miss.

Take time off your schedule
And sit on the grass
Listen to nature
Whether you're a lad or a lass.

by Neal , NY

It's a November night
It's snowy outside
And cold too.
My cats are snuggling
And my family too
Birds are heading south
Animals are getting ready
Families are gathering food
Now it's time to go to bed
And sweet dreams to you.

November 2005

by Caitlin , 4th Grade, Dover, MA

Moms Cheering
Coaches Demanding
Cleats Sprinting
Jerseys Rustling
Sidelines Gleaming
Scoreboards Beaming
Wind Scorching
Gee, I wish it weren't winter.

by "Tom" , Goldens Bridge, NY

There is a mouse in me
with soft fur,
a tiny tail,
and little feet and toes.
Whose squeak is so quiet,
and no one ever sees it moving
from place to place
gentle brushing
everything always moving
never staying in one place.
I wish it would come out
so everyone could see
how mysterious I can be.

by Annie

The wind is blowing,
WHISTLE!
WHISTLE!
Branches racing the wind,
leaves flying above the streets.
Then silence,
complete silence.
The wind has gone away.

by Willa Grace , 2nd Grade, Katonah, NY

Gifts Ripping
Santa Delivering
Sleigh Swiftting
Tree Hanging
Angel Singing
Jesus Praying
Rudolf Pulling
Ho Ho Ho Merry Christmas to All!

by Glenn , Age 8, 3rd Grade, Fairfield, CT

Candy crunching
Witches cackling
Costumes running
Zombies moaning
Nerds laughing
Vampires hissing
Princesses twirling
Halloween Rules!

by Diana Rose , Fairfield, CT

moms are like midnight stars in the sky
watching all,
moms are like the shining sun
and we are like the grass,
moms are loving flowers
loving all.

by Joanna , Fairfield, CT

I love poetry,
it never ends.
It is like
we are friends.

by Amelia , Fairfield, CT

pencil eraser
pencil erase
pencil eras
pencil era
pencil er
pencil e
pencil
penci
penc
pen
pe
p
-

by Alexandra , 4th Grade, Fairfield, CT

Trees swishing quietly
Leaves falling lightly
Mommies concentrating
Sisters playing peacefully
Babies snoring softly
Daddies reading newspapers
Brothers playing Lego

by Charlotte , 1st Grade, Katonah, NY

fall

by Jonathan , Dover, MA

School is beginning
and I am very distraught.
Phew, its Ms.Wasik.

by Amanda , Greenwich, CT

The trees are the bird's airport
because they land on the branches
waiting for the plane
to start to flap it's big wings
and then take off.
The trees are the bird's airport;
strange but true.

October 2005

by Tim , Grade 2, Paris, France

The dadster is coming
Oh no. He is not happy.
Be happy. Be happy.
Oh no. I hope I was
not bad!

September 2005

by Alexis , Age 8, Paris, France

Sweet
tasty
disgusting
creamy
fruity
hard
soft
That's chocolate cake!

by Laura , Grade 5, Paris, France

What to do on a hot day:
make ice cream soup
or ice up your lunch
or tuck your self in your refrigerator
there are plenty things you can do
JUST THINK IN YOUR HEAD

by Nicholas , Age 13, Paris, France

The water under our feet,
A storm above our heads,
Our sail ripping loose,
The seawater gushing in without end,

The bellow of our captain,
Barking out orders,
And the struggle of our shipmates,
Trying to stop the flood,

The boards come loose,
Sending us out to sea,
And my last sight was,
Our captain below me.

by Nicholas , Age 13, Paris, France

In a field of flowers,
A dandelion stands strong.

In a field of strawberries,
A raspberry sits proud.

In a field of corn,
A bundle of wheat lies forgotten.

And in a crowd of mothers,
My Mum stands out among all.

June 2005

by Nivedita , India

Hope

Yes, now it is history,
But there is no mystery
That one day
There was sunshine,
That the nature and
The creation was all mine.

It is true, that through the
Vale of sorrow, gloomy and dark,
I no longer feel like a free lark
That used to fly with the air,
And had the flowers
to adorn its lair.

But there will again be light,
The sun will again turn bright;
I will then sow the
Seven colours in a row
So that in the years to come
They grow into a rainbow

May 2005

by Doryana , Vermont

The is wind twirling,
The leaves swirling
passing by my face
crispy crunchy autumn leaves
bone chilling puffs of air
leaves of every color
brown yellow orange
and some of them red
the trees look like boney fingers
swaying the air.

by J , Grade 5, Montpelier, VT

Oh, you dumb gym teacher!
You

by Sophia , Age 8, Cortlandt Manor, NY

Ode to a bug
Floating in a mug of tea
This is my valentine.
As I swallowed your wing
I started to sing
You must have had a musical note
Because as you went down my throat
I sang a G flat.

Oh poor little gnat.
Your beautiful buzzing song
Is forever gone.
No more flying around my ear
No more itchy stinging.
Wait, is that my mother I hear singing?
Oh, never mind.
She doesn

April 2005

by Nicky , USA

I LIKE CHOCOLATE
I LIKE STEAK
MY GRANDMAS HAIR
IS REALLY FAKE!

by Miranda , Grade 4, Rye, NY

If I lived in a world where frogs could fly
and cause a hullabaloo
Where Dr. Suess's books were true
A place where up had no meaning and down meant time for dessert-
If I lived in a world where pigs danced in the rain
Why, the world would be insane!

by Caitlin , Canada

I am daddy's little girl,
I love my Daddy a lot
We do so much together
like play games and bug each other.

When i pass my Daddy we always high five,
just like the wind hitting a sign,
My daddy works a lot
and it getts pretty lonely at home.

My Daddy buys me lots,
and helps me lots in Math
He is always there for me when
I need him the most.

by Elizabeth , Grade 3, Norwich, VT

I wanted to show off my puppy,
so I brought him to school,
sure he'd only make a puddle,
but instead he made a pool.

March 2005

by Jack , Grade 2, Pleasantville, NY

Sunlight, sunlight
I love you so much
Can you stay
Just for one more day?

by Charlotte , Age 10

The light that boggles my mind.
The same light that shines on the many sequins of imagination.
They float as if they were a school of minnows
Swimming in the sea.
Shining like a thousand shooting stars in the dark of the colorful light.
Some sequins float high into the tip of the magical lamp
But others hover at the bottom
Hoping the water pushes them up to be great and never float down.
When the light turns off every sequin falls.

by Justin , Ft. Edwards, NY

i walked along the dusty road
with no one by my side
i looked everywhere around me
and found i lost my pride
i know it seems awful weird to say somthin' to you
but i know you'll listen to me,

by Sara , Grade 2, Greenwich, CT

Puppies jump on you and swing all around you
Puppies give you a bath when they lick you side to side
Puppies always make you throw the ball again and again
But finally they get tired and fall asleep
I love puppies

February 2005

by Ryan , Harvard, MA

Fall is...
wind crying
grass dying
rain pelting
sister melting
always lazy
brother crazy

I can

by Kaya , 5th Grade, MA

The soothing blue water lapping the hot sand
Seagalls trying to get part of your lunch
Crabs sqeezing your toes under the sand
Swimming in the cool ocean with the waves
rising high above you
Spying creatures in tidepools along
the shore's edge
That 's what happens at the beach.

by Daniel , Fourth Grade, MA

ambulances whirling
phones ringing
toilets gurgling
babies screaming
patients snacking
doctors rushing
surgeons slicing
tonsils missing
throat painful
me sleeping
phew! what a day!!!!!!!!!!!!!

by Kassandra , Grade 3, Phoenix, AZ

Rain is coming,
You can hear tornadoes twisting like ferrets doing a war dance.
You can see slippery streets as it slides!
Rain is coming,
You can see candles as if they were the sun.
You can hear rain crystal clear.
Rain is coming,
You can hear hail jumping like a jump rope and feel wet and cold.
You can see rainbows swishing and slapping.
Rain is coming,
And, if you follow the dark side of the mountain,
You can see angels waiting and watching.
Rain is coming
Dashing, crashing and running.
Rain is coming.

by Ian , Grade 2, Fair Haven, VT

Life is like a movie
Life is like time going fast
Life is funny
Life is happy
Life has feelings, and so does the sky.

by Sarah , Vestal, NY

Hair brushing this way and that,
Feeling the dirt pressing against my feet,
Racing with others I don't even know,
Standing tall,
Having pride,
I am free,
Yes free,
I am a wild stallion,
A free stallion

by Tommy , Vestal, NY

i'm from sports, dribbling, shooting, and hitting the ball miles over the fence.
i'm from books using my imagination and wondering through the pages.
i'm from movies enjoying and crunching on delicous popcorn and slurping on soda.
i'm from scary rollercoaster rides turning corners and screaming all the way.

by Jordan , New York

Up down
all around
bouncing of the wall,

Racing, racing over the roof
flying over the pond,

Bouncing, racing, flying, jumping
very energetic dog,

Right here at my house
lives the crazy Kizmit dog!

December 2004

by Tara , Vestal, NY

Fast and swift
and far without care
Old Saint Nick
will fly through the air.
Soaring over
houses so bright
yelling Merry Christmas
and to all a good night.

November 2004

by Bear , Grade 2, Katonah, NY

The tree learns to write
at home every night
when it learns to write
it giggels and it wiggels
then it says "yippee!"
and writes some more.

by Valerie , Grade 5, Yorktown, NY

A bird without it's wing,
An opera where people don't sing,
A row without the boat,
A violin without strings.

A zipper without a coat,
Honey bunches without oats,
Socks without feet,
An election without votes.

A drum without a beat,
A cow without the meat,
A speaker without sound,
A bird without a tweet.

The earth without the ground,
A song without a round,
A ceiling without the floor,
A lost without a found.

Science without the bore,
Scary movies without gore,
Three without four.

Day without night,
Sun without the bright,
Mail without a send...
A poem without an end!

by Caitlin , Grade 3, Chittenden, VT

It's five in the morning
I hear dad getting up
I scurry in the bathroom
And hide behind the door
Here he comes to do his business
He's three steps away two,one BOO!
He jumps and says to me
Caitlin Hughes get out of here!

by Kelsey , Grade 5, Chittenden, VT

I had a friend
Thought he

October 2004

by Catherine , Grade 3, Phoenix, AZ

Summer is . . .
sun blazing
kids zooming
drinks fizzing
skies shining
ladies fuzzing
dogs dancing
teachers writing
animals flying
starfish fighting
people shouting
I'm ready to go!

by Namitha , Grade 3, Phoenix, AZ

Pink is my color,
flowers,
my mom's lips,
cotton candy.

Pink is my eraser,
my pencil,
my book,
my ball.

Pink is my marker,
my chair,
my sister's pencil,
my paper's border shade.

Pink is my dad's computer,
meat,
a worm.

by Jasmin , Grade 3, Phoenix, AZ

Fall is...
Wind hurrying
Leaves blowing
Dirt spinning
Sun setting
Children racing
Hair dancing
Clouds leaving
Animals smiling
Fall is here!

by Austin , Grade 3, Phoenix, AZ

A hummingbird without a hum?
A chocolate cake without a crumb?
A baby without a block?
Some stripes without a sock?
A wall without a brick?
A fence without a stick?
A log without a frog?
A barn without a hog?
A player without a game?
A person without a name?
A man without a law?
A boy without a saw?

by Jorge , Grade 3, Phoenix, AZ

Can you imagine ...
a man without a horse
golf without a course?

stars without a night
a dog without a bite?

a cat without a tail
a boat without a sail?

a frog without a fly
a face without an eye?

a knight without a suit
a man without a boot?

a man without a friend
a man without a hand?

a chair without a leg
a chicken without an egg?

an old man without a cane
a cloud without rain?

a girl without her
a bear without fur?

by Bernardo , Grade 3, Phoenix, AZ

Can you imagine...
a mystery without a clue
the sky without blue
a garden without a hose
a person without a nose
cousins without friends
claws without ends
animals without paws
drinks without straws
a day without a night
a knight without a fight!

July 2004

by Megan , Age 8, Carmel, NY

I like lizards
Who live in blizzards.

Lizards can be seen,
Red, turquoise, and green.

When lizards sleep,
The don

June 2004

by Liz , Age 8, Middlesex, VT

Someday, as they say,
there will be a
terrifying global midnight.
The world will go black.
People won

by Liz , Age 8, Middlesex, VT

As the sun rises
up as the moon goes down
the daylight floats to me
as the night races away.

April 2004

by Devlin , Grade 3, Waitsfield, VT

In the wood I find daffodils
Perched high on top of mossy rock
To me they seem to talk
I take them to my home
I

by Carrie, Grade 3, Waitsfield, VT

I

by Winton, Grade 3, Waitsfield, VT

The chirp of spring is in the air
Hey! I think I see a bear.
The sun is shining,
The birds are whining,
The worms are climbing, climbing, climbing.
I

March 2004

by Hope, Age 7, Greenwich, CT

Swirling, twirling, sparkling, spinning,
snowflakes dance around our yard.

The ground goes to sleep on a long winter
break beneath a white blanket of snow.

It

by Grace, Age 5, Greenwich, CT

In the deep woods where the coyotes howl
and the bears growl
Where the woodchucks chuck wood

In the deep woods where the alligators and crocodiles fight in the swamp
and the mokeys screech
Where the woodchucks chuck wood

In the deep woods where the gorilla sleeps
a shadow creeps

December 2003

by John , 4th Grade, Riverside, CT

A crowd of people with snow coats, made me think of
snow castles and moats.
Fall is ending, Winters coming
And the weathers also changing
Before
The
Leaves
Were
Always
Falling
The snowflakes will replace that job
What used to be colorful is now blank
But still as beautiful as the leaves were once before.

November 2003

by Jackie , Age 11, Armonk, NY

It's like you're afraid to try
Afraid to win
It's like racing against the clock
Every second counts
Winning is something that never happens
Beating a person as if it were a snail would be hard
I wish
I wish I could be a cheetah
A cheetah that could run faster than the speed of light
I would win every race
I could feel the glory of winning
But that would never happen to a loser like me
If I only could be
Be like one of those really smart kids
You know
The one who always wins those science fairs
But I'm a loser
No changing that

October 2003

by Ian , 4th Grade, Greenwich, CT

With wind it brings us life.
With life it brings us animals and plants.
It brings us chickens that go coccadoodaldoooo.
The wind brings us trees that blow leaves.
It brings imagination with it.
Like an unknown world.
It is a world that has life and freedom.
It has birds that chirp with understanding.
They are carried by the wind.
It passes us for a second and then it is gone.
To an unknown world.

by John , 4th Grade, New Haven, VT

Little brothers are very crazy,
after that they're probably lazy.
But just let him be,
even though he is a peewee.
If he eats something non-sugar free,
he will jump around like a chimpanzee.
Boy, he watches a lot of T.V.
No wonder he's not in a spelling bee.
He is not exactly a V.I.P.,
he doesn't even say pardon me.
Sometimes he's really bad,
then he gets stark raving mad.
Here comes Mom and Dad,
then I say, "Too bad."
He tries to stand tall like Galahad,
when he is playing he acts like Sinbad.
Some of these, I am/do too,
but I have a better I.Q.
I don't say goo-goo,
I don't come from the zoo,
I do kung fu,
I say thank you,
I don't act like Winnie the Pooh,
I would never do a stink-a-roo,
I don't hop like a kangaroo,
and I don't say whoop dee do.
So, that's it.
Oh, I forgot to tell you, his name is Whit.

September 2003

by Aliza , Age 10, New Haven, VT

What is it like, to fly among angels?
To, dwell upon villains who shall have no mercy.
What is it like to sit in a field, and see far and wide, all that is,
And isn

July 2003

by Megan, , Grade 3 Carmel, NY

If there

June 2003

by Denise , Age 7, NY

Under the bed
I think there's a monster!
It snores,
whistles,
and calls my name.
I can not speak this very night.
But when I look under my bed
I see my brother

May 2003

by Mat , Grade 4, Darien, CT

Spring, Spring is in the air
I can sense it everywhere
Flowers blooming, birds singing
Spring, Spring is in the air
I can sense it everywhere
The burst of strawberry juice
Oh yeah!
The blue sky is endless,
and the grass is ticklish
Oh yeah!
Spring is in the air
I can feel it everywhere
SPRING!

by Matthew , Grade 3, Crompond, NY

Noodles popping
Pepper swirling
Water boiling
Timer ticking
Familles waiting
Kids starving
Moms screaming
Plates setting
Timer

April 2003

by Danielle and Carly , 3rd Grade, Darien, CT

Wind, wind,
I can

March 2003

by Sarah , 4th Grade, Schuylerville, NY

See the naked trees lined up along icy streets.
Feel the cold wind blowing across your face.
Taste the hot chocolate with extra marshmallows going down your throat.
The sun has gone down and darkness fills the streets.
Smell the salt in the air.
Winter.

February 2003

by Imogen , Age 7, London, England

Snow is making a snowball
Snow is white
Snow is a snowman

Wet when a snowball hits
Sliding down the slope
Exciting and windy

Its quiet, its different
Big and smooth on the grass
Tall on the wooden table

Sometimes icy
Tough, going to slip
Bundle up against the cuts

January 2003

by Emily , Age 8, Greenwich, CT

My hair is like a Mad River,
running down my mountain body.
My legs are as high as the
tree tops of Vermont.
My brain is like the computer
running the chair lifts that
go to the top of the mountain.
My tummy is like a lake
in the forest of Vermont.
My fingers are as long as the signs
of the ski trails on the mountain.
I am as tall as the bunk beds
in the ski lodge.
My eyes are as dark as the hot chocolate
I drink after I come in from skiing.
Vermont is beautiful.
I love it!

December 2002

by Rick

I'm sitting in the dark alone looking out of the huge window in my living room.
There's a storm outside.
Giant waves are building up in the ocean.
Water is flooding over the shore.
The water is up to my stairs now.

I have to get out of here.
I have to run to the hills.
Dark clouds are in the sky.
Thunder is roaring.
This storm is turning into a hurricane.
I can

November 2002

by Rithu , Age 11, Sharjah, United Arab Emirates

The soul arises
from the body now dead
Hovering mid-air above
its head
Pondering upon the deeds
its master once had to heed
Should it consider the road
ahead
Or the one full of
dead
Is the body's deeds worthy of the haven
in peace
Or is it meant for the fire never to
cease
After a long wait
it decided its fate
It flew above with a determined face
to a place of
love and chaste

by Kerry , Norfolk, England

the owl sits upon the heather
searching for a hidden feather
his bulb like eyes are open wide
the fox approaching stride by stride

the owl turned his head with pace
but only to see the predator's face
he pounced but only to catch the air
the owl of course had quite a scare

he happened to land on a safer branch
where the fox down there had not a chance
the owl settled for the night where down on the ground
the fox had a fright

the hunters came, their blood hounds
gave a fearsom bite
who knows what happened after then
but the fox never returned to his den.

October 2002

by Lucy , Grade 4, Riverside, CT

Pull on your boots,
Take of your sandals,
Winter is here,
Light up the candles!

August 2002

by Dylan , Age 12, Ontario, Canada

Wind through the trees,
Makes leaves such as these
Sing their songs.
Peddler and King.
Rejoice at the ring,
Of wind and leaves in the sky.
Wind and leaves will never die.

June 2002

by Krista , Grade 5, Chappequa, NY

I wish I could fly high
to a tree
I wish that I was a
honey bee
I wish that these wishes
will come true
But all I need is help from
you
Teach me to read and to write
And maybe,
just maybe
My wishes will happen overnight
Well, maybe these wishes have a
twist
but I'll try to make new ideas
for my wishing list.

May 2002

by Nicholas , Grade 6, Philadelphia, PA

Are you really there or is it my imagination?
Will you be there on the day of my graduation?
Are you there when I'm about to get hurt?
Are you there when I'm treated like dirt?
Are you the mist, fog, or steam?
Is that really you when I dream?
Are you there when I want to break down and cry?
Are you there when I'm sick to lift my spirit high?
I hope all of these answers are yes.
I miss you and love you, you were the best.

April 2002

by Megan , Grade 2, Carmel, NY

Rain pounding
Puddles filling
Road wetting
Sun peeking
Clouds covering
Rain stopping
Clouds moving
Sun shining
Kids splashing
Finally! The Rain Stopped!

March 2002

by Sally , Grade 5, Chappequa, NY

At first,
when you are getting ready,
you feel the moist, cool sticks
as you clench them.
Then you start,
a bit uneasy and grinning slightly.
Next, BOOM!
It hits you hard as a rock,
banging out the rhythm.
Soon the music takes over!
Your body is running wild with expression.
Against the sticks,
your hands now feel like pure water,
just barely holding on!

February 2002

by Jared , Grade 6, Gansevoort, NY

Numbers adding
brain straining
pencil flying
fingers failing
paper burning
palms sweating
arms tensing
feet taping
shirt soaking
glasses fogging
teacher yelling
test over.