MPitS - Dana Gray School

MPitS

Dana Gray School
2002/2003

Moon Magic

The moon looks like what I want it to look like and no sun can change that.
The moon has magic, magic to change color, magic to change size, magic to move.
January is the icy blanket month, it is the Snow Moon.
My moon, my moon, it's just my moon, my bright white snow moon.
Sometimes it is very bright, with red lines like on a baseball.
Inside the moon, I see the marbles I lost last June.
The moon is yellow, the flowers are too.
The moon is there to help the bird make a nest.
The moon is like an egg that a bird lays in a nest.
This is the moon of the flaming sword, it is red like fire.
As the stars shoot, it is like the biggest pinball machine in all of the galaxies.
The card is magic, magic like the moon and if you hold it,
it turns into whatever you say…
The sapphire moon is a jewel in the sky.
The Wolf Moon is like the fur of a dog, so bright like a light
and also so dark as night.
The penguin moon fell on a baboon.
The moon that I see has an early frost.
It gives me courage.
This is the moon of tropical tides and small starfish with sea urchins by their sides.
Moon, what did you make? Can't you tell me what you made?
Moon, I know you don't have a face, but I know you're from space.
The sky is full of joy and jazz.
Splashing in the waves moon.
If you listen I will tell you the secret message: all the moons equal
one moon together with love.
The moon looks like what I want it to look like and no sun can change that.

Class Poem Composed by Mrs. Lima's 4th Grade Students
Lunar Eclipse, May 16, 2003
Karen Lewis, Poet-Teacher

Everlasting Moon
Moon, why are you so far? What are you for?
It is my moon and it's here to stay.
Spring Moon, Wolf Moon, Flower Moon, I know all of the moons.
Maybe you're playing tag with the stars.
You look like pieces of a crystal shattered to bits.
The stars are its cousins, shining and shining.
The moon is like a blazing star of yellow.
Inside a star there's a castle, and inside a star
guarding the castle, there's a dragon.
Sometimes the moon looks like a smile of someone who is friendly to me.
It is like a circle of life, it is like a newborn's head.
The moon my mom calls Beautiful Moon is shining in our hearts so bright.
Pink moon, make us a fire.
The strawberry moon brings yummy fruits.
Sometimes on eclipses, there is a pizza that I wish I could eat!
The spider moon is when lots of spiders come out,
it is their time to be alone, with no people.
Skateboard moon looks like a mean moon, like fire in your eyes,
with flames on top of you.
You carry love, you spread it around the town
and love is the best thing you can do.
I said, "Don't be afraid. The moon is yours to share,
so don't be scared it is your night light.
I whisper to my sisters the stars
who then tell my secrets to my brother Mars.
The moon is a Buck Moon.
November moon is Beaver Moon.
It is shining on the indigo sea.
I would love to skate in you. I would race with the wind, just like you.
Moonlight, moonlight, you shine like the reflection on the waterfalls.
New moons make me feel like writing a poem, setting off fireworks
for a display, wearing a tiara, or diving to its coral depths.
Special Moon, oh Special Moon, you are the fun moon.

Rochelle Elkins' 4th Grade Class
Lunar Eclipse, May 16, 2003
Karen Lewis, Poet-Teacher

Poem of Shining Words

I am la luna shining over the lake.
I call the moon to say good morning.
I am the moon that follows the stars and glows in the dark.
I am like a golden eagle shining in the sun.
I am the books that fall from heaven that you grasp to your chest
and read from the heart.
I am like sand getting blown away by the wind.
I feel like I am about to do a noise that goes like this, "Oink!"
I am the arcoiris in the sky.
I am an azul whale brincando over the agua.
I am not a feather. I am a bird.
I am a horse, scared, small, white, strong, fast, jumping.
I'm the horse of many colors.
My name is like the sun blazing across the sky.
My name is like wind through trees.
I'm your nombre you use, and here come the angeles to save me.
I am a surfer riding the waves.
My name is as bright as a lake. My name is as bright as a flame.
I am the (water) of the great Pacific Ocean.
Anaconda are big and strong, fast in the water and very smart.
I am estrellas in the night.
I am a tiger in the jungle. I zincel pinclen alben seinebin.
Yo estóy viendo las mariposas estaré corriendo como qisiera
volár como los pájaros.
I am la única desea of Mother Nature.
I am a heart of a child.

Sally Miller's 4th Grade Class
Karen Lewis, Poet-Teacher

(untitled)

I am the Blue Hawk flying over the sky.
I am the Tiger's hunger.
I am the flame of Desert Green
I am the Mad March Freeze dog.
I am the fire crackling into a rectangular prism.
I am dreams of all these things.

Edgar Romero, 3rd Grade
Linda Christy, Classroom Teacher
Karen Lewis, Poet Teacher

Beat of a Heart

In the center of the drum
Indians dance to a beat

In the center of the drum
a cougar's out to hunt

In the center of the drum
a newborn lamb bleats

In the center of the drum
a bear dances along

In the center of the drum
a wolf makes its call

In the center of the drum
a rabbit jumps along.

by Roxanne Speaks
4th Grade
Annett Lehan, Classroom Teacher
Karen Lewis, Poet Teacher

(untitled)

In the middle of the mountains
there is a valley

In the middle of the valley
there is a town

In the middle of the town
there is a house

In the middle of the house
there is a girl

In the middle of the girl
there is love

In the middle of love
there is you.

Savannah Pacheco
4th Grade
Linda Gibney, Classroom Teacher
Karen Lewis, Poet Teacher

OUR NEVER ENDING Moon STORY

The moon is like a sun in the night, or a face, a star, a ball.
Inside the luna are pretty fish that are blue, red, & orange.
The fish can fly and make all your dreams come true.
This moon is special because it is magic for everyone to make wishes.
The moon is as white as an egg.
The March moon is the important moon, for it
is the month of birth.
The moon is like ice cream.
This is the snow moon. It is like a snow man.
The moon is a frisbee; when I throw it, it spins.
The moon power makes me turn into a wolf.
Every year, the moon is bright yellow and everybody
loves to see it every year.
There is a moon that is like a flower, twinkling like a star,
with its petals falling off.
The moon is called a beaver luna, this is the luna of power.
My eyes are round like the moon.
The moon is a cat eye, shining off the sun.
It keeps your secrets when you tell them to the stars.
The black moon reminds me of my cat Patches,
because she was black and white.
The moon reminds me of my daddy. The moon is my friend.
The moon reminds me of my brother.
Inside the moon is a heart of gold.
The moon is a fairy dropping her magic all over the earth, changing
the plants and animals with her unlimited power.
The moon is a hat; when you put it on
you transport to your favorite places.

Linda Christy's 3rd Grade Class
( Taylor, Edgar R., Demi, Allison, Kelly G. Kristy, Edgar D., Alexis, Kyle
David, Rebecca, Kaidan, Sofi, Hannah, Kiri, Joanna, Kaci, Matthew, & Ali.)
Karen Lewis, Poet Teacher

(untitled)

I have a magical ribbon
woven on the loom of freedom,
by the strings of truth

light as a feather
though hard as a rock
it binds the gift of
starlight
swirled around the moon

it lights the way
when all other lights
are put out by the fierceness of anger
binding it with the
freedom from whence it came

Trieste DeSautels, 4th Grade
Dana Gray Elementary School
Fort Bragg
Dede Raisanen, Classroom Teacher

This feather comes from a bald eagle
that stands tall,
not like the rest of the animal kingdom

The bald eagle is like
an ancient ancestor to me.

Mainor Reyes Martinez, 4th Grade
Dede Raisanen, Classroom Teacher
Karen Lewis, Poet-Teacher

(untitled)

In the light of the moon
birds sing their songs

In the light of the moon
wind whistles all night through

In the light of the moon
kids close their eyes

In the light of the moon
trees blow with joy

In the light of the moon
flowers bloom

In the light of the moon
colors raise with delight

In the light of the moon
hearts sing with love

In the light of the moon
the ocean sways

In the light of the moon
dreams come true

The light of the moon soon will fade
and dawn will rise.

Saskia Van Buuren, 4th Grade
Annett Lehan, Classroom Teacher
Karen Lewis, Poet-Teacher

What Peace Is

peace is the song of an angel high above
peace is the first drop of dew
hanging on freshly cut grass
peace is the life of a newborn baby
peace comes from the heart
peace is a warm summer day
when there are no worries
peace is a crisp leaf
that will soon fall.

Kelly Ferretti, 4th Grade
Carole Haas, Classroom Teacher
Karen Lewis, Poet-Teacher

(untitled)

Peace lives in a dashing waterfall
going slowly down a calm river
where fish swim
and birds fly
in the tropical paradise
Altogether
we are tremendous kin.

Shiloh Alonso, 4th Grade
Carole Haas, Classroom Teacher
Karen Lewis, Poet-Teacher

My name is brown
like fresh bark from a tree

My name tastes
like fresh grass
just picked
it smells like the morning air
it feels like smooth wood
just cut

it looks like a blazing fire
it sounds like horses neighing

My name is Farmer Girl.

Emily Young, 3rd Grade
Gerry Grace, Poet-Teacher

I am your spotted dog named Spunky
I am a penguin that waddles
I ama cat named Chunky
and I am a girl that drinks from a glass bottle.
I ama girl of wisdom
I ama girl made of steel
I ama girl that speaks her mind
I ama girl that heals
I am women
I am girl
Speak my mind poetry
Make me sing in a tree of death.

Gina De Martino, 5th grade
Dana Gray Elementary
Mary Sue Rhoads, classroom teacher
Scott Meltsner, poet-teacher

You think I am trustful
You think I am free
but I'm not any of those things

I am as dark as a black cave in a moonlight sky
I am as hollow as a sycamore tree in the tall, tall, woods
Now you know that I am not what you think I am, so blow away.

Blow away with trees and the dark caves
Blow away to the river of tears in my soul
Blow away to my cold, dark home.
You will meet me there making an ocean all
on my own.

Stacey D, 5th grade
Shelley Oveson, classroom teacher
Scott Meltsner, poet-teacher

Night and Day

It is the night.
The night of the sleeping
Except for some.

the night is majestic
The night is not tamed
neither is the day.

Like the other wild things
The night is not tamed.

Arturo Hurtado, 5th grade
Diane Lundblad, classroom teacher
Scott Meltsner, poet-teacher

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