MPitS   Mendocino Grammar School
2007/2008

The World Mask, Part 2

My eyes are white geese flying over the frozen tundra

My whiskers are icicles hanging from a cave

My hair is clouds of the sparkling snow

My mouth is a piece of ice floating in the sea

Please be nice to my earth.

Olivia Grinberg Phillips
2nd Grade, Mendocino Grammar School
Karen Lewis, Poet Teacher

 

 

Storm Mask

I am the mask of storms.

Whenever someone puts me on, a storm will start.

When the person takes me off, the storm will end.

I can also make lightning and thunder.

When I am happy, a light rain comes.

When I am mad, a heavy rain starts a flood.

When I am sad, hail happens.

When I am proud, showers come down.

When I have a bad feeling about something, a tidal wave comes.

I breathe rain clouds.

I eat fog.

That's me, the storm mask.

Sean Symonds
3rd Grade, Mendocino Grammar School
Karen Lewis, Poet Teacher

 

 

 

Moons

The wolf moon

blowing snow

across a white meadow

The harvest moon

corn stalks browning

ready to harvest

The spring moon

budding with life

and new hope

for Earth.

Lorenzo Barrar
3rd Grade, Mendocino Grammar School
Karen Lewis, Poet Teacher

 

 

Mortal and Immortal

Happy things that make me feel happy,

never fill up my heart.

Stars shine in deep high heavens.

I watch down in mortal's world,

I watch stars light up the sky.

World sleeps while spinning happily.

I wish I knew, what do they think and say about the mortals?

I wonder if these mortals will ever meet their opposites,

the immortals

their unknown brothers.

Damien Duncan
3rd Grade, Mendocino Grammar School
Karen Lewis, Poet Teacher

 

 

silent in both places

no one can see the kids at play

on the stars

weightless in nongravity

bouncing on the moon like a big balloon

hanging from nothing

down on Earth everything is silent

then

an owl hoots and

the smell of roses and lavender hits the air

a girl eating blackberries in the month of march

looks up and sees the children in the sky

back to silence

on the earth

and in the sky.

Ivy Sears
4th Grade, Mendocino Grammar School
Karen Lewis, Poet Teacher

 

 

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I am the warmth of sun

I am the dog's bark

I am the sparrow's call

I am the elements that are part of me

I am the wind in the sleek wolves' fur

I am the sun on the cat's back

I am the current carrying the lazy fish

I am the herb plant healing the sick

I am the fire making room for new growth.

Tucker Laurence
4th Grade, Mendocino Grammar School
Karen Lewis, Poet Teacher

 

Listen Deep

If you listen

            an owl will hoot

If you listen

            you might hear a fairy or gnome

If you listen

            you can hear a coyote in the far off night

If you listen

            your ears will pick up bats' leathery wings

If you listen

            you will hear something special

                        love

If you listen

            with all your heart you will hear

                        life.

Rosa Aum
5th Grade, Mendocino Grammar School
Karen Lewis, Poet Teacher

 

 

What's Inside the Sun?

What is inside the sun?

This is inside the sun: fire.

The sun is the color of lemon freeze.

My lizard lives in the sun.

My lizard is trying to find a good home.

My lizard has found a good home on the sun.

When the sun shines on me, he will visit me.

Joe Smith
5th Grade, Mendocino Grammar School
Karen Lewis, Poet Teacher

 

 

Look For Me In Dreams

Don't look for me in reality.
look for me in dreams!

I'm lost in a war,

try to find me,

fight by my side.

It's almost day time!

No time for dreams.

Must catch the train of moon beams.

Don't look for me on Earth.
Look for me on Neptune.

I'm lost among the icy drifts,

try to find me,

let's go sledding.

The sun is up!

Neptune will melt.

We'll fall into a bed of kelp.

Don't look for me on the surface,

Look for me under ground!

I'm lost in the underworld,

don't try to find me,

my days are done,

just keep my memories.

Here,

keep them safe.

Celeste Fox Kump
5th Grade, Mendocino Grammar School
Karen Lewis, Poet Teacher

 

 

Autumn Joy Sky

            It is the

                        moist fog

     that goes through

                        town          as the

     redwoods        wave

           tall in

                       the air

as the

            robins nest

pencil

            flows

through the paper

            as the

                  autumn joy sky

            flows

        over my

                        head

 

that's what I like best.

Nick Nielsen
5th Grade, Mendocino Grammar School
Karen Lewis, Poet Teacher

 


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