by M. M.
4th Grader
Dublin, CA
O.B. is a black and white cat
He has yellow eyes and a beige nose,
His purr is like the motor starting in a cold car.
He smells like a wet dog when coming in from the rain.
He looks so happy while I carry him around the house,
When I get in trouble and think everyone hates me,
I know I can go find him,
Get very happy,
And most importantly, know someone really loves me.
by Katy
age 9
Beach School
Piedmont
Deep in the meadow where the grass grows green.
I sat down to look at the magnificent scene,
Birds were singing,
Flies were winging,
Frogs were croaking,
Deer were joking,
The grass grew tall,
Young boys would play ball,
Spiders built their web so nice and carefully,
I almost forgot the big blooming tree,
The brown shingle houses were made with such grace,
Cotton tailed bunnies were having a race,
Owls a-hooting a merry tune
I looked up to see the big full moon,
Loving hearts found each other,
Just like me, my father, and mother.
by K.W.
5th Grader
Pine Grove, CA
Even though they protest
the soldiers left
with sons and daughters crying
they still leave their nest
Mothers and Fathers yelling like brutes
and packing their supplies
their wife’s feelings they will never know
and even people despise
the war they know will never end
and many hearts will break
when they’re under sure fire
but with their feelings, they will take
as the soldiers start seaward
some people weep
some people on camera
make their sons lie
"that’s not my mom,
I don’t know him"
maybe they want to be there
some soldiers stood at rim
wishing they were home
but want to help
the greatest country ever
keep our hearts united
in this wonderful place
we call America
Shelby N.
4th Grader
Frederiksen Elem.
I see a cobra in my book.
It’s black brown and gray.
And I can almost hear it hiss, in a way.
If he was alive he could smell me,
with its forked tongue.
I touch the picture.
I could feel its scales!
I think it is coming alive,
and I think I will stay,
to watch him.
by Marissa D.
4th grader
Frederiksen Elem.
The sight of the
black and white
keys going up
and down.
The sound of the
sweet,
clear
notes coming
out of it.
The touch of the
smooth,
rounded
keys at my
fingertips.
The feeling that I
accomplished one
of my goals.
The relaxing sense
of making music.
Ah, playing the piano.
by J.S.
4th Grader
Dublin
I see my black dog Ruby,
jumping up in the air,
and running around.
I hear her barking loudly,
and the squeaking cat toy.
I feel her soft, silky fur
and her wet tongue up against my face
and the rough rug under my feet.
I smell her sour breath.
I love playing with my dog, Ruby.
by J. C.
4th Grade
Fredericksen Elem.
Dublin
I see the ball,
Going back and forth.
I feel the ball fly
off my cleat.
I hear people shouting,
"Let’s go quick silver."
I smell the fresh
Green grass.
I could taste the
water come off the wet ball when I
kick it.
I know that soccer is the best
Sport for me.
by L.P., 3rd grader
Latimore Elementary
San Jose
I can serve a high volleyball over the net, so I score a point for my team.
I can jog my dog and baby sister down and up my street.
I can’t take back all the mean things I’ve said and pretend they never happened.
I wish I could.
The Moon has moods and phases,
And faces that it hides,
The Moon reflects the Sun’s rays
And tugs at ocean tides.
The Moon’s our dearest cousin,
Inseparably spun,
The sixteen moons of Jupitar
Can’t match our precious One!
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This poem is from THE SILLY-VERSE UNIVERSE, my collection of rhymes dedicated to teaching and inspiring about our Universe!
©1999 Gary Turchin
A hundred billion stars sashay
Themselves across our Milky Way!
Spiral Galaxy, our home,
Light encrusted honeycomb.
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This poem is from THE SILLY-VERSE UNIVERSE, my collection of rhymes dedicated to teaching and inspiring about our Universe!
©1999 Gary Turchin
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This poem is from THE SILLY-VERSE UNIVERSE, my collection of rhymes dedicated to teaching and inspiring about our Universe!
©1999 Gary Turchin
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This poem is from THE SILLY-VERSE UNIVERSE, my collection of rhymes dedicated to teaching and inspiring about our Universe!
©1999 Gary Turchin
Dieter goes Pound!
Dale he gets down’d!
It’s really quite simple
You’ve all heard the sound.
Dieter says POW!
Dale he says OW!!
Dieter says THWOP!
Dale he says STOP!
POW!
"OW!!"
THWOP!
"STOP!"
POW!
"OW!!"
THWOP!
"STOP!"
POW!
"OW!!"
THWOP!
"STOP!"
POW!
"OW!!"
THWOP!
That was the story
Of Dieter and Dale;
Dieter played hammer,
Dale played the nail!
Dieter’s moved on,
He’s feeling good!
Dale’s in a wall
Holding up wood!
the end!
©1999 Gary Turchin
There’s one kitty
Two kitties
Three kitties
Four!
Momma, Oh Momma!
There can’t be much more!
There’s Five kitties
Six
Seven
Eight…?!
Momma, Oh Momma!
Say isn’t this great?!
There’s Nine kitties
Ten
Eleven
Another?!!
Momma our cat is one strange kind of Mother!
There’s Thirteen
Fourteen
Fifteen
more…?!
There’s not enough paper
To cover our floor!
There’s Seventeen
Eighteen!
Nineteen!
TWENTY?!
Why, She’s not a cat
She’s a Horn-of-Plenty!
‘Cause some cats have litters,
And some just a kitty;
But Momma, Oh Momma,
Ours had her own city!!!
©1999 Gary Turchin
Yes, that TickleMonster loves his work,
But beware wherever he may lurk!
He’s waiting for his chance to strike
With a tickle that’s not unlike…
THIS ONE!
©1999 Gary Turchin
She took off running like the wind,
Toward first base and more,
Her team was losing by a run,
Her hit could tie the score.
She rounded first, and didn’t stop
At second base or short,
Why should she now with home in sight,
And all her team’s support?
She circled third with fearless stride,
The basemen showed a scowl;
But when she scored the Ump was there,
To tell her it was "Foul!"
"You’re wrong," said Luce, "I saw it land,
was way inside the line."
"Young lady get back up to bat,
The calls not yours, it’s mine."
So Lucy dusted off her pants,
And made her helmit square,
She set her eye for that next pitch
And drove it long and fair.
Yes, Lucy hit a homer,
She had to hit it twice,
That made it very special,
That made it very, very nice.
ALPHA__ET
Was quite upset.
"Someone stole my letter."
She knew she had to get it __ack
__efore she could spell __etter.
She asked the __all,
Was round and small,
"Have you seen my letter?"
__all could not recall
And said: "I hope you soon spell __etter."
She asked the __ell,
That rang so well,
"Have you seen my letter?"
"No!" chimed __ell, "I cannot tell,
I hope you soon spell __etter."
She asked a __ee,
Who __uzzed a tree
"Have you seen my letter?"
"No," __uzzed __ee, "I did not see,
I hope you soon spell __etter."
She asked a __oy,
They called him Troy,
"Have you seen my letter?"
"No said __oy," without much joy,
"I hope you soon feel __etter."
She asked a __urgler,
A sneaky __urgler,
"Have you seen my letter?"
"Who, me? Why, well, how could that __e?
I hope you soon spell bbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbetter!"
©2002 Gary Turchin