today is poem in your pocket day at our school in celebration of national poetry month. the whole school walks around with poems in their pockets waiting for someone to ask them to share. it’s very cute. it can be poems they have made up or poems they have read. i chose:
by Shel Silverstein
“I cannot go to school today,”
Said little Peggy Ann McKay.
“I have the measles and the mumps,
A gash, a rash and purple bumps.
My mouth is wet, my throat is dry,
I’m going blind in my right eye.
My tonsils are as big as rocks,
I’ve counted sixteen chicken pox
And there’s one more–that’s seventeen,
And don’t you think my face looks green?
My leg is cut–my eyes are blue–
It might be instamatic flu.
I cough and sneeze and gasp and choke,
I’m sure that my left leg is broke–
My hip hurts when I move my chin,
My belly button’s caving in,
My back is wrenched, my ankle’s sprained,
My ‘pendix pains each time it rains.
My nose is cold, my toes are numb.
I have a sliver in my thumb.
My neck is stiff, my voice is weak,
I hardly whisper when I speak.
My tongue is filling up my mouth,
I think my hair is falling out.
My elbow’s bent, my spine ain’t straight,
My temperature is one-o-eight.
My brain is shrunk, I cannot hear,
There is a hole inside my ear.
I have a hangnail, and my heart is–what?
What’s that? What’s that you say?
You say today is. . .Saturday?
G’bye, I’m going out to play!”
here are a couple of poems my class wrote about volcanoes:
river of fire :: a haiku poem
flowing gently on
trickling without boundary
a peaceful killer
volcano :: a cinoquain poem
shaking, spewing, erupting
volent, exciting, awing, amazing
Volcanoes :: a haiku poem
Volcanoes are mean,
squirting lava rapidly,
almost hitting me.Advertisements