The pedigree of honey
Does not concern the bee;
A clover, any time, to him
Is aristocracy.
--Emily Dickinson
Published in Poems for Youth, 1918
Positively Poetry 2011
The pedigree of honey
Does not concern the bee;
A clover, any time, to him
Is aristocracy.
--Emily Dickinson
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
Tell me, O Octopus, I beg,
Is those things arms, or is they legs?
I marvel at thee, Octopus;
If I were thou, I’d call me Us.
-Ogden Nash
Published in A Family of Poems, My Favorite Poetry for Children, 2005
Selling by the curb
Kids coming from all over
Fifteen cents a cup
--Rachel, Grade 6, Thurston Middle School
Published in The Westwood Public Library’s 2008 Poetry Anthology
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,
You dreamers,
Bring me all of your
Heart melodies
That I may wrap them
In a blue cloud-cloth
Away from the too-rough finger
Of the world.
--Langston Hughes
Published in Poetry for Young People: Langston Hughes, 2006
Ahhh Florida
long plane rides
it was all
a
surprise
Hot Hot beaches
burnt toes too
two big pools
shark attack games in the pool
oh no
crazy
Jack
late nights
pillow fights
vacation
vacation
now comes to an end
WOW
vacation!
~Hannah, Grade 4, Hanlon School
See the brightness of the stars,
glowing 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
Crash!
Crash!
The Hail Comes D
O
W
N
It lands on my head
Then I fall DOWN !!!
~Caitlin, Grade 4, Sheehan School
Rain Rain
Go away
Come again another day
The sky is grey so I can’t play.
It makes me pout and scream and shout
Rain Rain
Go away
Inside I can’t stay.
Outside, I want to play.
Please come again another day.
~Ellen, Grade 4 Sheehan School
Boing boing
Quick quick quick
Ow ow no one can hear me
I want to be a quiet piece of bubble gum
~Delaney, Grade 4, Sheehan School
Turtle, Turtle
Green and bright
Your tiny shell will hold your fright
Run, Run
As fast as you can
When you find your friend Dan
Play, Play
Your favorite game
Then do the same
~Meghan, Grade 4, Sheehan School
When you’re in an airplane
high
up
up
are
you
houses are boxes and
cars are
dots
humans are almost impossible
to see
buildings are toys
backyards look
inches long
only with
an airplane’s
view.
~Peter, Grade 4, Sheehan School
Gliding across the ocean,
Five pelicans flap their wings,
Wing tip to wing tip.
Suddenly they head out to sea,
They dive into the water,
Scooping up fish in their pouched bills.
~Eamon, Grade 4, Sheehan School
Little brothers are a pain,
I feel like sending him to Spain.
He’s a hopping jelly bean,
You know he is very mean.
That is little brothers,
I love them the way they are.
~Sabrina, Grade 4, Sheehan School