**********Skyler
Foster**********
Poetry
Fourth
grade started with Linnette and I being sorted into Ms. Hammond’s class. Ms.
Hammond had a round belly and walked around with a cane. Everyone dreaded their
name on her roster. Roslyn and Ginger’s hopes soared over the next few days
with the glee of their luck to be in Ms. Stewart’s class. Ms. Stewart was young
and had straight brown hair that she pulled back in a ponytail.
The first day of school, Ginger and Roslyn had no homework
but Linnette and I had a poem to write about our favorite things. I had never
written a poem. Linnette came over for dinner, and while we waited for the spaghetti
to boil, we talked about what we would write about. I decided that weather
would be a good place to start. Linnette said that poetry needed a strong
feeling behind it. I imagined the sun on my face, then the pitter-patter of
rain. It was strong. I could almost smell the rain.
After dinner, we settled in the kitchen. I took my number two
pencil and placed the tip on my paper to write.
Summer
Evenings
Suns last
rays
Shine on
my face
Soaked up
by skin
Summer
Sun
Rainy
Saturdays
Pitter
Patter of drops
Puddles
building
I tug a
rain boot on
Rainy
Saturdays
Cloudy
Mornings
It’s not
about to rain
You can
tell
But the
clouds
Put a
damper on all else
Cloudy
Mornings
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