Hail, sweet month of May!
Hail, bright month of May!
Bring sunshine with thee,
Chasing clouds away.
March has left us sighing
In cold and chilly blast,
April’s tears have fallen,
May has come at last! ~Anonymous
Student poetry is featured this month on The Author’s Page. See more on the sixth and seventh grade blogfolios. ENJOY!
Spring Time A poem by Me/Rachel L.
If I was Spring
I’d wrap the world in my warmth.
I’d blow a breeze and cool down.
I’d make the world colorful
With wild flowers.
Everyday would be play
With animals in the trees.
We would go to the beach
And play in the water
With the fish.
The world would be my playground
And the ocean my pool.
We would run in the grass
And stop only for ice cream and lemonade.
And to cool down in the shade.
As we run where ever I step
Flowers spring out of the ground.
When I sing the birds join in
And the animals dance.
Ocean I Am
If I was a ocean
I’d be making waves
that are huge and tall
I’d sometimes be very calm
or sometimes be very rough
I’d have many seashells
that lie on my ocean floor
crabs, fish and other sea
animals live in me
My water would earthier
be cold in the winter, and fall
then hot in the spring, and summer
also, I would be very salty
My floor would
be all sandy
I love it when
the sand comes
into me from
the seashore.
I love when
children and adults
come running in
they swim they surf
people will surf all day
they will compete they
will learn how to surf
I try to make great waves
so then kids and adults
will be able to surf big waves
I never get tired I never get sick
When people come into me they
will swim and play
all day long I love when lots
of people come to me
I love being the ocean!
By Casey B.
ONE WORD POETRY PROMPTS
STORIES
Stories are what we rely on, You and I
to take us to places lost somewhere nigh
amidst glued, sheltered minds
You and I
You and I are now
but we were You and I then
and we will be You and I again
until these moments become stories
stories You and I will only remember
and You and I will remember
We will remember ~ by Lily
Page by page around the bends
On the edge of your seat until it ends
Word by word it all makes sense
I really can’t take the suspense
About frosty towns or foxes dens
Silky paint or colorful pens
You don’t need to sit there, just read ~ by Sam
Tell your life
in a quick,
shortened way
tell my stories,
my shortened life
in a few words
~ by Montgomery
Stories are just a bunch of words mixed together
They can mean nothing
They can mean something
It depends on the writer
It depends on the reader
It depends on you. ~ by Jilliyn
BURNING
the world is a flame in the shadow
like wood being torn to shreds to ash
floting in the wind so heavily
the world is a war of flame burning in the night of the shadow
world is never sweet like smores burning . . . only the ash brings the world to peace ~ by Cayla
~ by Shira D.


































