Hands on Stanzas

Anthology of Student Verse
 
Welcome to the Hands on Stanzas Anthology of Student Verse. Thanks to the generous support of the Boeing Corporation this year's Hands on Stanzas Anthology has been published electronically allowing us to include a poem from each and every one of our students. That's close to 2000 poems this year!

To navigate the anthology either click the students’ grade level or the name of their school below.

Grade: 3  |   4  |   5  |   6  |   7  |   8  |   9  |   10  |   11  |   12

School:
Alcott Elementary
Belding Elementary
Bell Elementary
Burbank Elementary
George Washington Elementary
Richard Henry Lee Elementary
McPherson Elementary
Moos Elementary
Pilgrim Lutheran School
Price Elementary
Shields Elementary
Skinner Classical School
Solomon Elementary
Taft Academic Center
Tarkington School of Excellence
Walter Payton College Prep High School

 
Cate Whetzel, Poet-in-Residence
Principal: Mr. David Maring
Teachers: Ms. Sobjack
School: Pilgrim Lutheran School


Crab Lake, the Rock in the Water
a poem by Aaron L., Grade 5
The heavy rock,
strong but small stands
feet in the water
trees on its back it
sees the Crab,
a lake so wide,
the fish are older than
the cones, needles and berries
on the ground.
Squirrels and rabbits
taking breaths between bites
the water never still
just waiting
waiting
for the end of days.

The ones who speak
the fish the sea the sky
their language is mumbled
as the trees sway
and show their golden glory.
The sky is blue
but rains
a grey mumble
through the earth.



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Cate Whetzel, Poet-in-Residence
Principal: Mr. David Maring
Teachers: Ms. Sobjack
School: Pilgrim Lutheran School


Dream
a poem by Aiden M., Grade 5
I am running
in a car lot full
of cars.
Far as the eye
can see, but one
car directly in the
center. As I run
toward it, it seems to
come to me. I
jump in and the wheel
feels brand new. The car
lifts off the ground and
sprouts wings, and I am
soaring.


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Cate Whetzel, Poet-in-Residence
Principal: Mr. David Maring
Teachers: Ms. Sobjack
School: Pilgrim Lutheran School


New Kid, Old Kid
a poem by Alex D., Grade 5
Stay blended in for awhile.
Don't try to stand out,
let friends come to you.
Introduce yourself calmly,
figure out people before they figure out you.

After you make friends,
be who you are,
crawl out of your shell.

Test your friends to
see if they're really friends.

Don't pretend to be new
anymore. Same town,
same school, same you.



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Cate Whetzel, Poet-in-Residence
Principal: Mr. David Maring
Teachers: Ms. Sobjack
School: Pilgrim Lutheran School


My Backyard
a poem by Alissa S., Grade 5
To the smell of fresh air in the morning
and the quiet sound outside until the deer
come and eat the leftover tomatoes
on my left side. The smell of dead
deer on my right, the birds are playing
happily until they fall. The coyotes are
hunting for food just like me when
I'm hungry this is my jungle this is
my backyard.


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Cate Whetzel, Poet-in-Residence
Principal: Mr. David Maring
Teachers: Ms. Sobjack
School: Pilgrim Lutheran School


The Bird
a poem by Ally K., Grade 5
One must have a mind of fall
To fly over the leafless tops of the
Trees.

To land on the wet ground and hear
The crunch of the leaves.

I fly away to return in the spring.



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Cate Whetzel, Poet-in-Residence
Principal: Mr. David Maring
Teachers: Ms. Kathy Tighe
School: Pilgrim Lutheran School


My Brother
a poem by Alyssa B., Grade 4
Hurry up my Mom said
as we got out of bed
then she came upstairs
and pulled the covers and
then she let my brother
sleep.

Then she puts all sorts
of candy in my brother's
lunch bag and I get
a piece of chocolate
and 1 jelly bean.

And she does not care
if I'm in the car she only
cares if my brother
is she could forget me
at home and she wouldn't
care as long as my
brother is in the car.



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Cate Whetzel, Poet-in-Residence
Principal: Mr. David Maring
Teachers: Ms. Kathy Tighe
School: Pilgrim Lutheran School


The Snow Leopard
a poem by Annie B., Grade 4
The snow leopard is incomplete. His spots are only
a fourth of what they are supposed to be. His roar
only lasts a second but then stops. He is almost
extinct. He is not a full circle.

His friends are the big hunters on the ground. His enemy
the birds in the sky. The leopard wishes he could fly and
only likes the lions and tigers because they suffer from
envy too.



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Cate Whetzel, Poet-in-Residence
Principal: Mr. David Maring
Teachers: Ms. Sobjack
School: Pilgrim Lutheran School


Stolen
a poem by Anthony M., Grade 5
My dad was riding to work after
he took me to school then when I

got home my dad said that someone
stole my bike I said not again Dad.

I said what happened this time my
dad said after I took you to
school I rode to work. He said

Then I locked it outside on the
bike rack then when I came out
it was gone.
I said what are
you gonny do now you're not gonny go
get another one again are you.

He said yes I have to if I want
to get around he said.



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Cate Whetzel, Poet-in-Residence
Principal: Mr. David Maring
Teachers: Ms. Sobjack
School: Pilgrim Lutheran School


New Buffalo, the Artist and the Forest
a poem by Aris B., Grade 5
Before it was a sandy dune with a
Boardwalk that lay on the ground

but now it's dirt and grass, more trees than
ever, all overgrown. Now the way to the
river was closed, with branches
the Boardwalk was razed,
nothing was like the Artist had planned it
everything overgrown.

In the forest lay mismatched sculptures
some stolen and beheaded. Everything a
mystery now buried old ashes form in
clumps from old fires at night roaming
with rodents out in the wild.



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Cate Whetzel, Poet-in-Residence
Principal: Mr. David Maring
Teachers: Ms. Sobjack
School: Pilgrim Lutheran School


Some Questions You Might Ask
a poem by Ava H., Grade 5
Are souls like songs,
are they cold or gold,
do they smell like warm
butterscotch,
I look around and ask,
but no one knows.
Is fear icy cold or is
it like metal that just
came out of a hot oven.
I ask again but again
no one knows.
Are laughs like the
voice of an ant or
a dragon
are they a certain
shape like an elephant's
ear?
Can I feel it does it
feel like needles?
Will mysteries ever get solved?
I ask, but again no one
knows.


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