The pedigree of honey
Does not concern the bee;
A clover, any time, to him
Published in Poems for Youth, 1918
As I pranced around the darkened meadow,
The one I had once called home.
I felt a black wave of sadness,
As my foals had left me to roam.
So many dreams that had not come true,
I felt them in that wave.
But the lovely meadow was no more,
For the men sent it to its grave.
It used to be so bright, so happy,
With not a drop of sadness.
The flowers numbered more than many,
The grass was sweet and lasting.
But now the men had found it.
They dug out all the vivid flowers,
They pulled the earth up by its roots.
The sweet grass was made all sour.
I dance through it once again,
The last time I would be here.
Then I shall leave for the sky,
My foals await me there.
~Helen, Grade 6, Thurston Middle School
I can feel the gentle cool breeze, as it brushes on my cheek.
It feels magical as the flowers silently stare at me.
As the moon looks down,
and the crickets sing,
You have a feeling
It is going to be a magical night.
--Anusha, Grade 3, Sheehan School
Published in The Westwood Public Library’s 2008 Poetry Anthology
A boy told me
if he roller-skated fast enough
his loneliness couldn’t catch up to him,
the best reason I ever heard
for trying to be a champion.
What I wonder tonight
pedaling hard down King William Street
is if it translates to bicycles.
A victory! To leave your loneliness
panting behind you on some street corner
while you float free into a cloud of sudden azaleas,
pink petals that have never felt loneliness,
no matter how slowly they fell.
--Naomi Shihab Nye
Published in A Family of Poems, My Favorite Poetry for Children, 2005
Bring me all of your dreams,
Bring me all of your
That I may wrap them
In a blue cloud-cloth
Away from the too-rough finger
Of the world.
Published in Poetry for Young People: Langston Hughes, 2006
long plane rides
it was all
Hot Hot beaches
burnt toes too
two big pools
shark attack games in the pool
now comes to an end
~Hannah, Grade 4, Hanlon School
See the brightness of the stars,
They hover over earth,
the earth’s an artifact of nature,
just kick away the cars!
How they glow, glow, glow,
in the icy air at night,
and the heavens seem to twinkle
with a crystalline delight!
Giving light, light, light,
in the very darkest nights,
even helps people in their very deepest frights.
How they shine, shine, shine,
keeping all the earth’s time, time, time,
in a sort of runic rhyme
all from the stars
from the glowing, glowing, glowing of the stars!
~Philip, Grade 4, Sheehan School
Come again another day
The sky is grey so I can’t play.
It makes me pout and scream and shout
Inside I can’t stay.
Outside, I want to play.
Please come again another day.
~Ellen, Grade 4 Sheehan School
When you’re in an airplane
houses are boxes and
humans are almost impossible
buildings are toys
~Peter, Grade 4, Sheehan School