Category: 05th

Wonderful Fall

Leaves crunch under my feet,
As the cold brisk air brushes against me.

A warm cup of apple cider,
makes my hands feel happy.
I bite into a piece of pumpkin pie,
and identify the strong flavor of cinnamon.

I watch as the red, orange, and yellow leaves sway on the trees, as I think about my love of fall.

Barton Hills Elementary

5

Poems

In a world of imagination
Many topics waiting
To be written
By a poet eager to get
some inspiration
for a piece of
lines, stanzas,
and words clumped
together to make a miracle of writing
in books paper
everywhere
in genres of
mystery, love, humor,
joys, sorrows, nature
up to down
left to write
scribbling across the page
marks
this is where I come from
from people who write
an unusual
work of art
I am a poem

canyon creek elementary

5

Growing

As a little ball
Sleeping with joy
Two grown ups
Hover over your face
As you take your first bite
As you wobble and fall
Babble to talk as it’s
A new baby language
A first for a ride
On wheels of wonder
A place where you have
Never been is in front
Of you with tons of
Knowledge to suck in
For a new journey
Is awaiting in a
Whole other year
New people waiting
To greet you
Fractions waiting to be learned
Life waiting to
Reveal itself
But best of all
More friends awaiting
You grow through the years
You cherish the good
Care for the bad
Make a new life
Start new love
Help the poor
And at the end
When you have learned
That will shift into a new journey
New pictures and memories to make
A whole new path to
Discover
Uncover
Recover
A new growing destiny

Vacations

Packing a ton of stuff
Going to another place
Somewhere in the world
To someplace where
New experiences await you
Above gravity
Because you passed security
And landed to where
You will sleep for a time
And wake up to find
A medicine for hunger
So you can
Go on and go places
Where others have come
To see if the things
They heard or saw
Are true
Then to come back home
And shower up
For another day
Until it’s time to leave
Your relaxation
From vacation

The Forest

Like a garden rose,
it’s style is pose.
Like the sun’s light,
it’s just bright.

Like water moving
and owls hooting,
What a child sees
It’s all just a dream.

With trees and flowers
and water that’s gold.
With animals and insects
of new and old.

Two doors as bright as the sun
and with light beyond the Ocean
leading back to the city.

This may be a dream.
Is it real?
We will never know,
What’s in the forest.

Pillow

5

Love

Can one explain how
love works
Can one know that
Love
Hurts
One must know how love is
No
Toy
However it can fill two
Hearts
With this magical joy
Love
Is
As old as
Time
And love is always
New
Maybe we’ll soon have
The courage
To say I love
You

Joslin

5

Life

When someone dies, my heart rings,
I wish I could spread my wings
To the place wehre the angels sing
But I can’t – it’s a part of life

We sing and dance as we begin anew
Skip in the grass and run in it too
But it’s the sad parts that make us blue
Death is real-it’s a part of life

We wish to see them, visit them, we long.
But they can be remembered in celebration, or song,
In other words, their spirits live on
In our hearts – it’s a part of life

Joslin

5

Cesar

So now we start this poem anew
It was 1965 and things were looking blue
For the targets, they lived like apes
No water, no toilet as they picked grapes

However, that was not the case
For the oppressors, all trimmed and laced
When you see the target, it’s easy to see
The oppressors only keep them to make money

A man named Cesar Chavez: he decided to try
To fight for workers, he was their ally
In an old theater, they decided they they
Would go on strike, make the grape owners say,

“All right, you did it. I surrender, You won.
You want fair pay, water and toilets? Done!
I’ll do everything you ask
When you come back to work, I’ll do the task.”

While that was going on, Cesar said, “Yo,
We still need to push on to Sacramento.
While we’re doing good scream or yelp
We definitely need the government’s help.”

In Delano, work they did not.
On the vines, the grapes started to rot.
When the news of the march hit publicly
The oppressors were unhappy, no money!

Then, a grape owner name Schelwyn
Gave up and said, “You win.”
Instead of a scream and a whine,
They decided to display
The black eagle sign.

The strike went on for 2 years, yup.
Cesar and his crew would not give up.
The oppressors gave up the money they lacked
And agreed to sign the Farmer’s Contract.

So now, I hope you read it all
And this teaches a strong moral
When you keep at it, you see,
That your opponent will soon agree.

Joslin

5

Cesar

Day 1

I am a worker with
No clean bathrooms
No clean water
Very little money
They, the growers
Treat me like I am not human
I am.
My kids
Are starving
I need safety
I need liberty

Day 2

I hear people yelling
Strike!
The music gets louder
I look
Tons of people are yelling
Join us!
Strike!
I join them
Cesar welcomes
Me
I see Kennedy
I will march miles
I will do it

Joslin

5