As the yellow-orange sun slowly rises
Memories of your class's fun flood my heart
Thoughts run to your teaching and enterprises
You brought those tiny guppies to our class
A creative shiny diorama's great art
Sunshiny person and dedicated lass
You lifted us up when you said
All the gifted books available we'd outsmart
Sad you to your death drifted from your sickbed
How so lovely to meet him
Elementary school teacher
Same so lovely smile on his nice face
Saino type of poem. It is not in Poetrysoup list of poems forms, so I selected "I do not know".
The teeny weeny arachnid
crawled up my dingy wall.
Little did he know
this would turn into a brawl.
Then I grabbed a shoe
held it high above my head.
And the teeny weeny arachnid
is now officially dead.
*Nearly two years ago, on April 2, 2021, I decided to try ’30 days of poetry.’ This was day two and the prompt was: Read a nursery rhyme poem and make it your own. I was inspired by “The Itsy Bitsy Spider” and decided to change the words to this childhood classic and make it a fractured nursery rhyme.
Kindergarten Teacher
Kind when she shares her bologna sandwich.
Imaginative when she has to use Q-tips to teach.
Nurturing to teeter totter injuries.
Daring when rescuing an mystery object from the toilet.
Earnest when explaining this adventure to her principal.
Responsible for helping 23 children put on 23 coats and getting all 23
to the bus on time.
Gentle when covering boo-boos with impossible to open bandaids.
Aimiable when greeting parents.
Resourceful when finding uses for 75 popsicle sticks.
Tactful when explaining Timothy's new permanent marker freckles to
his mother.
Energetic when chasing a dog off the playground.
Nose blowing expert.
Talented when using a pipe cleaner to replace a lost shoe lace.
Elated with a new set of blocks.
Afraid of itchy heads.
Capable of jumping rope in heels on the playground.
High spirited when there is a snow day.
Excited about caterpillars.
Ready for nap time!
I
the mind returns to things
although the major focus is loved ones
LOST
valued then and now
yet lost, somehow
II
my first book of poetry
written before seventeen
Lost when my sister sold our home
I was lost in America
being FOUND by Jesus among Christ-followers
I value more
II
the mind, if not disciplined in loving care,
will return from people to things gone
My acrylic paintings, shown at a Maryland school (Greencastle)
All the African art, including Xhabbo! - taken
captive? Someone was captivated
I long for those African art because I did just those two
LORD may yet give me access to art supplies
And if He wills, my penchant for folly and vanity in art and poetry
will RETURN
good
a decade ago, I picked up water colors and acrylics
O the exuberance of being a first-time artist
Who, in myriad poverty of apartheid, scorned art
As the purview of those living in luxury
Yet I was spending five hours on painting crosses with doves
Celebrating Jesus and the Holy Spirit
Then too, in 2012, my heart and art suffered loss
As substitute teacher for a week, Montgomery County
Maryland (School district, at Greencastle school)*$*
I took my newest African themed art, and my Lilacs
At week's end, I rushed off with many items to car
Forgot my precious art (one titled Xhabbo, "Bushman")
The regular teacher knew nothing of the African pieces
Only my lilacs and odd floral efforts were returned
I hope I can both forgive and forget; travel has cost
Art and some precious belongings abandoned or lost
NOTE *$*
The young students enjoyed the sharing of art; they were truly inspired and it does make up for the loss in some ways. Future artists got new topics. Shalom, shalom. Deo (Dec 1st, 2021)
ELEMENTARY SCHOOL
by
JOHN M. ARROBAS
I can’t teach you the piano, nor the violin
But some thoughts on life, now to begin
There will be snares and tempts along the way
You may not recognize them, as you are the prey
Who is the most dangerous to your well being
Look in the mirror, its him you’ll be seeing
It’s long been said, every coin has two sides
Within you is where your champion resides
Full measure of thought fore any action required
To attain the results that are ultimately desired
Mindless activities come with unwanted pain
Logically applied ideas will result in a gain
Chose your acquaintances with great care
So when things get tough, they’ll be there
Works both ways, you are to be a friend indeed
When friends and loved ones; in pressing need
Be generous to those souls that cross your path
That are unable to escape life’s brutal wrath
But most importantly, always be true to thyself
Content with who you are is the true meaning of wealth
Playground
Running around the playground,
Oh how I wish I could stick around.
Ouch I just fell on the ground,
Oh how I love the sound.
Science
Dissecting frogs,
Checking out different kinds of logs.
There's even jars with baby hogs,
I've even learned about different kinds of bogs.
Art
I like painting lots of flowers,
Maybe for a whole hour.
Once I even drew the Eiffel Tower,
And even a shower.
Math
Math sometimes gives me trouble,
So I go to my teacher on the double.
We work together in our own little bubble,
And she pulls me safely out of the rubble.
By: Rebekah Fry
What I'll miss about elementary school will be recess!
Fun in the sun, I love this place,
I have to confess.
Recess was the the best space.
I'll miss my old teachers,
and all their awesome features.
I'll miss all my coaches and their advice.
They were all very helpful and nice.
To high school I go,
All my talents and skill I will try to show.
I'm leaving you now, for this I know.
The next chapter in my book....Ready Let's Go!
By: C. Thomas
I will miss some of my teachers,
Sitting with my friends.
On the bleachers,
Till the very end.
In elementary school,
We see are friends almost all day.
Which is pretty cool,
In the suns hot rays.
My teachers that I had,
I will not forget.
They were not that bad,
I even had Mrs. Burgett.
By: TR
What I'll miss most of all,
I'm not quite sure about.
It could be when my friends and I had a ball,
Or when we would laugh and shout.
It could be having only 3 or 4 teachers a day,
Or playing 4-square on the playground.
Instead we'll be sitting in the classroom writing an essay,
Waiting until we hear the bell sound.
One last thing before I go,
I will also miss all my teachers.
They have made my experience grow.
Goodbye now, maybe I'll see you in the bleachers.
BY: S. S.
I'm realy going to miss recess,
Our time outside always flew.
Even when it was a muddy mess
There were plenty of things to do.
Instead of learning about mass,
We spent time watching a movie.
Playing games with the class
No work, now THAT was groovie.
Teachers here are realy nice
I'll miss them, this is true.
They gave me realy good advice
And made me giggle tooo.
I'll miss these things, and so much more
Even if I come back never
As I grow and soar
I'll remember them forever.
I will miss all my friends
When school finally ends
Sitting at the lunch table
Telling lots of stories and fables
All the laughing and goofing around
You know to stop when you hear that sound
Then you hush
And start to blush
I will miss these things about Elementary school
All the times we acted like fools
Now its up to the big High school
No more will we act like fools