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Junior High: Mrs. Headrick's Sixth Grade English

Giving Poetry a Shot

6th Grade English Class Shares Their Poetry

by Kathy Headrick

December 22, 2009

Some of the 6th grade students  wrote poetry that they wanted to share:

Looking Outside My Window, I Might See by Mack

Looking outside my window I see a hundred

Different things, 

Like the whispering tree branches that swing

Like the golfer that always slings

The club

Like the bee that stings

With some wings.

Like the backyard king 

Whose dog pen overflows with weeds

Like the very pretty flowers in the spring

Like the smell of warm chicken wings

Like the melting 

Ice in the winter cold

Like the merry bells that ring

Looking outside my window, I see a hundred

Different things.

Trees by Alex

Trees whine and cry. 

Trees gentle and kind then 

BANG they're gone.

Trees are gone-no-more-

Forever they're gone because

Of man and his need for land.

The Battle  by Erik

You're ready to go in the octagon again, 

Seeking revenge on the opponent, the other man

You go into the fight, 

Thinking that you might beat this guy

He's thinking this is all a joke

Then you get him in a choke

He gets stumped, he's blacking out.

Then he makes the decision to 

TAPOUT

He is my King by Tatum 

Up above He watches over us

He listens to our grace and to our thanks

We praise him for life and family

Hoping that someday when we die we will get to see him

He is as far away as beyond the atmosphere, that we have no idea what He is like

Except for that He is holy and loves no matter what

If you do not believe start today

Because He gave us birth

And He is our king of Heaven and Earth

Storms by Brylee

A clash of thunder here

A flash of lightning there

The patter of rain

Reliving pain

The hit of hail

On the window sill

Like footsteps in the cellar

Like a dweller

Finally it stops

The door pops

Open in front of me

All I see

Is the beautiful sun

And the storm is finally done

 

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