Ms. Reed 3nd Grade
“Last week, a nurse pulled a warm blanket
from a magical cave of heated cotton
and laid it on my lap, even wrapping
my feet. She admired my red sandals.”
“She puts the bird’s nest in my palm
And I feel the coarse weave”
“A mind nestles
with a dove
in a tropical region.
warmth surges,
ripe and deeply red.
words of
warning emerge.”
Mr. Ciccone 3rd Grade
Yo miro las estrella.
Cada una de ellas,
Como sus manos,
Me guia con su luz”
“poems
going the wrong way
in moonlight”
“Now
make room in the mouth
for grassesgrassesgrasses”
Ms. Brist 2nd Grade
“painted beads
falling from your
fingertips”
“I’ve stayed in the front yard all my life
I want a peek at the back
Where it’s rough and untended and hungry weed grows.
A girl gets sick of a rose.”
“poems
going the wrong way
in moonlight”
“Pile your words like blocks
Into sentence towers—
Measure some tall,
Saw others short.”
Ms. Liz 2nd Grade
