MPitS - Dana Gray School

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Dana Gray School
2006/2007

The Blossoms Of...
         [from a National Geographic photo]

Here we lay in the land America--

Not too hot, not too cold.

But in the land of Antarctica,

snow is all they see.

Never summer, always winter,

like a satin blanket on a child

who shall never be awakened

like a bag of cut-up marshmallows,

strewn across the land,

like a bucket of water,

frozen in time.

It is the blossoms of winter,

where they shall lay for all eternity.

Brittney G, 5th Grade
Dana Gray Elementary
Barbara Stone, Classroom Teacher
Karen Lewis, Poet Teacher

Tamed Roses

The sea serpent tames roses

While the unicorn watches, wishes, the

butterfly comes to the land of twilight.

The dragon steals away in the pyrite cave.

The storm of pine ebbs away.

The unicorn shines with the light of the moon.

The butterfly comes to the land of tamed roses.

Andrea C, 5th Grade
Dana Gray Elementary School
Daniel Konigsberg, Classroom Teacher
Karen Lewis, Poet Teacher

Together as One

The daughter taught the turtle how to swim

The sapphire taught the ladybug how to be strong

The lilies taught the oak tree how to grow

The clouds taught the bluebird how to fly

All together it is one;

one big family of life

to teach, to listen, to learn, to run together

in a line of passing down

from generation to generation

of hope for many dreams to come to life

with everything it remembers

like the eager rabbit to come to rescue its region

or even the lion watching the brown panther

catch its evening meal for its family

but all together it makes one

one person

one place. . .

Samantha T, 5th Grade
Dana Gray Elementary School
Sally Miller, Classroom Teacher
Karen Lewis, Poet Teacher

The Life For Me

I do not come from mountains and snow

I come from trees, and the hot sun breathing its warm air on me.

I do not come from a place where you sit around all day

I come from a place where you are outside playing sports and having fun

I do not come from a place

where your mom and dad love and are happy with each other

I come from a place where you have to keep going

to your dad's and then your mom's

I do not come from a quiet little area

I come from a place where birds are chirping

and soaring through the air, and

raccoons are scratching on the windows at night

while we're trying to go to sleep

I do not come from an ordinary place,

but I still have fun.

Bryce D, 5th Grade
Dana Gray Elementary School
Nancy Doll, Classroom Teacher
Karen Lewis, Poet Teacher

The Ocean

the ocean

is loud, it is like

if the wind is yelling

on a windy

day, the ocean's

waves are

strong, sometimes

you can see

your face in the ocean

like if you

were

facing a mirror

It has millions of

wonders, sometimes

the ocean is calm and

silent, other times

it's

dark and gray

loud, fierce, and it

destroys almost

every thing in its

path...

Eric M.C., 5th Grade
Dana Gray Elementary
Daniel Konigsberg, Classroom Teacher
Karen Lewis, Poet Teacher

Waterfall of Dreams

A waterfall of love, peace.

An ocean full of rushing water.

            A waterfall of pain, sorrow.

A secret of dreams.

            A waterfall of madness,

waiting to bust out and scream!

            A waterfall of friendship,

between four friends.

            A river of dreams,

inside somebody's head.

            A piece of art,

as a matter of fact, a waterfall...



            It's like a bear cub,

having an urge to hug you.

            The colors are calm.

Calm . Calm. Calm. Calm.

            Cotton candy, running down a

mountain. Sounds like a fountain, rushing

water out.

Casey D, 5th Grade
Dana Gray Elementary School
Barbara Stone, Classroom Teacher
Karen Lewis, Poet Teacher

My Moon

My moon is the whale moon

My moon is the moon that comes out

         when the whales pass by

The moon that looks like a watermelon

in the day time

The moon that reminds me

         of a ruby shining bright.

by Rhianna H, 3rd Grade
Dana Gray Elementary School
Monica Lima, Classroom Teacher
Karen Lewis, Poet Teacher

How to Be a Garden

When you try to be a garden

you have to be able to be strong

so when people step on you

you won't get hurt and you can

keep on with what you're doing.

You have to be a friend with worms.

A lot of people look up to you so

you have to make their plants sprout.

You have to keep your plants healthy,

you have to keep the animals away,

but you need to be kind.

By Brianna J, 4 th Grade
Dana Gray Elementary
Classroom Teacher Ms Sverko
Poet-Teacher Ilona Marcello

The First Wolf of the Sea

                                                            I come from the bottom of the ocean.

                                                For many years I could not see the surface.

                                    I did not know what I was.

                        I never ate.

            I started to starve.

                        I thought I would die.

                                    I came to the surface.

                                                I saw people on a mountain gaze at me

                                                            as I jumped out and in the water.

                                                                        I was able to breathe,

                                                                                    I was the first of my species.

                                                                        Then, I knew what I was.

                                                            I gave my species a name.

                                                I called us the killer whales.

                                    Saving people from sharks

                        taking seals off the beach,

            and even hunting larger whales,

We were nicknamed the Wolves of the Sea.

Jonathon C, 4th Grade
Dana Gray Elementary
Classroom Teacher: Mrs Wardlaw
Poet-Teacher: Ilona Marcello

Thank You

Thank you mom for letting me live

Thank you house for letting me live under your roof

Thank you oxygen for letting me breathe

Thank you school for letting me learn

Thank you food for letting me be without hunger

Thank you water for doing all of the useful stuff that you do

Thank you friends for being my friends

Thank you history for letting me know the past

Thank you vegetables for keeping me healthy

Thank you sky for being so high

Thank you poetry teacher for letting me write this

Esmeralda A, 4th Grade
Dana Gray Elementary
Classroom Teacher: Mrs Gibney
Poet-Teacher: Ilona Marcello

Caterpillar

Let the caterpillar be free

Let it go to the wild and turn into a butterfly

Let it play with other butterflies

Let it eat from flowers

Let it fly free

Let it have babies

and let them grow into butterflies

Azucena P, 4th Grade
Dana Gray Elementary
Classroom Teacher: Mrs Gibney
Poet-Teacher: Ilona Marcello

The Clapping Sound

It

is

a

clam with

a pearl inside. It

sounds like a drop of

water. It feels soft like

baby's skin. It smells

like lavender.

Brenda D, 3rd grade
Dana Gray Elementary
Classroom Teacher: Mrs. Bartlett
Poet-Teacher: Ilona Marcello

The Rainbow of Colors

The rainbow of colors

I hold in my hands

It makes me happy

It has one hole,

but I do not care

It is warm in my hands

The wind is in it with

a hurricane when

the sun shines on it

Venus B, 3rd Grade
Dana Gray Elementary
Classroom Teacher: Mrs. Bartlett
Poet-Teacher: Ilona Marcello

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