A MOOSE
Mor Lee
Grade 4 - Muldoon
A moose
Outside the classroom window
Over the schoolyard fence
crunching munching
frosty branches
jumping over a broken tree
sticking her bottom at us
As she hikes into the forest
Far away.
I DON'T LIKE POETRY
Rafaye Sheikh
Grade 5 - Williwaw
I don't like poetry,
I don't write it, either.
I think Mr. Robert Frost had
Too much extra time.
I've read one
Of his poems
I could
have died
of boredom.
My teacher tells me
His poems are supposed
to make you think
I cannot even think
When I read one.
By the way,
This is NOT a Poem.
I don't like poetry,
You can't make me write it!
LOOKING DOWN TO LOOK UP
Jessica Sztager
Grade 5 - Ursa Major
Today my life
is a blank white sheet,
I'm a new person
with new wings,
Repaired from yesterday's
broken past,
Not a cloud in the sky.
MY DRAGON
Aleah Kennedy
Grade 4 - Inlet View
My dragon is powerful
Breathing fire while he flies
In the soft moonrise
On a cold winter's night.
His scales glow like the sun.
He glides over my house
The day is breaking land
My dragon's energy
is fading fast.
His strong, sturdy wings
grow heavy,
His great head droops.
I let my dragon sleep
While I go to school…
MY HAND
Kate Sharp
Grade 6 - Rabbit Creek
Lines of my existence
Creases like canyons
Holding my future
Joints like hills
Things that I have done
Fingers that play my violin
music
And produce meaningful work
Lines of my existence.
PUPPY
Ben Daniel
Grade 6 - Girdwood
Smothered in the smell of
Birth
Smooth rippling
Baby fat
Sinister, silky
Untamed, unkempt,
Curling mass of
Silver smooth curls
Enveloping the four-legged body.
Conserving unnamed energy
Growing muscle into
Vast, impeccable sizes.
Snout extending
Nose
Eyes
Ears
Senses sharpened to
A razor edge.
Eyes,
Soft
Caring eyes.
Though one spark
Those soft
Caring loving eyes
Fill to the brim with
Hatred and
Rage
The muscles quivered
His lip curled into a snarl
Followed by a
Bloodcurdling howl
A howl that pierced the
Puppy's every so happy
Reputation
Hackles raised, muscles tense
This is no puppy any more
Wolf.
RAYMOND, WASHINGTON
Denise Bolender
Grade 6 - Taku
Little town family
watches fireworks
on Indian reservation
“Booms!”
set off car alarms
and tracks of
Grandma's homemade applesauce
cake
veer
from backs of hands
to fronts of shirts.
RED IS…
Bre Baines
Grade 6 - O'Malley
Red is danger
Sounds of sirens
Leaves in the fall
On a tree standing
Tall.
The smell of a
Dark red rose.
The touch of
warm water.
Red is the
Taste of a strawberry
Tart.
Red is the big
Brother to pink.
Red is power,
Red is pride,
The icy water on
Your feet at low
Tide.
SNOW WITH AN ANGRY ATTITUDE
Eleanor Murphy
Grade 6 - Eagle River
Coming down quickly
A bullet of ice
Not dancing and fluffy
Thin, fast, and sharp
Intersected by a windshield
Still for a moment
Then harshly thrown off
Smashed to the ground
Still an angry snowflake.
THE SUN
Manuel Rodriguez
Grade 4 - Scenic Park
Autumn closes in
On this bright summer day
As a Venus flytrap
Closes on its prey.
