Ms. Roman's 6th Grade
Old brown but modern building
It stands tall, inviting students in like your nice 5th grade teacher
with a mosaic entrance for everyone to see
The place I came to learn
The lost and found is stocked with
scattered assignments
pencils, erasers pens, glue sticks and more
I hear laughter from my favorite classrooms
I need to be smart
The memories are amazing
Days of kindness,
Watching Yaxel Lendeburg highlights on school computers
hallways are busy, bustling with students, jammed like traffic
riding down the slides on the playground
learning in the classrooms and on the field
The smell of the science room is like a fresh out of the oven pie
The friends made along the way
All the memories I made
I got older and kinder
the endless river of words being dammed
saves me a thousand times over
Here, you figure out who you are and what you like
the memories are like a book with words in pen.
No matter how hard you try to erase them, you can’t forget them
Ms. Smallwood's 6th Grade
Waters is as old as the dinos
When I step into Waters, I’m drinking water
the building is old and red
bright, colorful and inviting
old, stylish, and a mix of new
the ringing bell letting us in and out
the sound of constant squacking,
squacking of the board
we get told when to work
learning about life and relating to the future
I have lost a lot of things
some as simple as pens,
my missing woodchip shaped like a dog,
from footballs to water bottles, even shoes,
but I have never, and will never lose myself
After all, I’ve made some friends
Kids playing sports at recess
Lunch like a storm full of chaos
never eat the meat
everyone runs out when school is over
the best part of the day is leaving when angels embrace you
I’ve grown a lot though,
height and knowledge
I might have grown brain cells
and I know I will learn a lot more.
At Waters, what do YOU do?