My Computer
by Rowen, fourth grade poet
I use my computer
Every day
Even when my friends come to stay and play
I show them everything
They need to know
So that they know how to use one
When they go on home
My Computer
My Computer
When I run down the road
With my computer friend
I like to type up some messages
To go n’ send
When I’m back at my house
I use the mouse
I use it to navigate all around
It jumps and leaps
And acts like a hound
My Computer
My Computer
I’m so glad I have
This mechanical friend
If I didn’t, what would I do?
It’s a very useful tool, through and through
My Computer
My Computer
My Computer
My Computer
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Lucky Basketball Shoes
by Jack, fifth grade poet
My lucky shoes go everywhere,
Never leave my feet till we get beat.
Got’em in Philly,
Brought them back to where it’s chilly.
We never lose. It’s starting to get silly.
My shoes are not no stinky Reeboks.
My And 1’s even go great with long socks.
Walk on the court, they think we stink.
At the end of the game
They’re gonna have to rethink.
I love my shoes, the colors too.
The black and white, they cause a huge fright.
My Under Armour socks, they don’t clash.
Them plus my shoes, I’ll run like a flash.
I love my shoes and those
are some reasons,
so don’t play us because
I’m wearing them all season.
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Let Your Book tell Your Story
by Kristin, tenth grade poet
My book takes me to another world.
My book lives with me, breathes with me, cries with me.
My book hurts with me.
My book knows when I need to be taken away, to my other world.
My book knows that my parents don’t understand.
No one understands.
My book is nonliving.
My book can’t breathe.
My book can’t see,
But just because my book isn’t all these things,
It understands more than
Anyone ever would and ever will.
My book takes me to another world.
(Click here to open/print Kristin and three of her classmates' Possession Poems.)
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