 Poetry
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“You May Not Know Me…”
You may not know me, I’m shy.
You may not remember me, time flies.
And although you may not realize I’m here,
I sit and wait to be recognized.
When you’re having a really rough day,
I would be more than happy to comfort you.
If things aren’t going your way,
I would love to help you.
Although it seems I’m not in existence,
and when you know I am, you harass me.
I would offer no resistance,
to help someone find a hint, a concept, or a key.
So while I’m “around”, here’s my advice:
When you need help, ask for it.
No matter if you need to get out of a vice,
or you’re little sister is having a fit.
But don’t forget the very most important:
If you need help of any sort,
even if you don’t know me,
you can always, truly, lean on me
Rachel W., 7
Save Yourself
Turn out the light
Just say goodnight to yourself
May I remind you?
When you find you’re all alone is when you’ve got to be strong
‘cause that’s when they call you in the night
He’s got your picture in mind
He’s got your number on a paper at his disposal anytime
Is it really true?
Could you save yourself for someone who loves you for you?
So many times we just give it away to someone who
Someone who you
Met in a bar
In the back of the car
And for a moment you felt important but not in your heart
My self-esteem it’s been so low go ahead and count it’s lower than low
I know the feeling of it stealing life out from under me
I want to learn how you save yourself for someone who loves you for you
So many times we just give it away to someone who couldn’t even remember your name
Could you save yourself for someone who loves you for you loves me for me
Give it away to someone who will cherish your name
‘Cause I want to learn can you save yourself for
someone who will love you for you so many times we
just give it away someone who couldn’t even remember your name
You save yourself for someone who loves you for you
Loves me for me
Give it away to someone who will
Cherish your name
Cherish your name
Anonymous
Soccer Blocker
Tiffany was an excellent blocker
And she absolutely loved soccer;
She was not lame
When she played the game,
On offense, no one could stop her.
Julia N., 6
Slow Mail
There once was a little green snail
Who gave me all of my mail.
It all was just junk
And it smelled like a skunk.
I really don’t like snail mail.
Liz H., 6
Smile!
There once was a man with a smile,
He kept it up all of the while.
He decided to take a swim in the lake
But was eaten by a smiling crocodile!
Victoria W., 6
My Eyes and Heart
 Through my eyes I see
the world that is around me.
A place of pain and loss
a place of crime and no trust.
I see that things have gone bad
I see the people with their faces sad.
But in my heart I know
that everyone has a gentle soul.
They share each other’s pain
they share the world that is so vain.
My heart knows of their pride
and beats with their every step and stride.
For you see my eyes can lie
and sometimes even make me cry.
But my heart shall shine the light
and make the world so bright.
The pain shall stay and the sorrow shall last
but my heart will put them away like the past.
My eyes will forever show the loss
and my heart the peoples’ trust.
It is time for this poem to come to an end
and for your own eyes and heart to see the land.
The land is the world and the world is your home
for it is a place meant not to be alone.
My eyes and heart are nearly a part
that show the end and the start.
The beginning is my heart and the ending my eyes
because the world is full of happiness and many lies.
So here is where my poem shall end
but the beginning will begin again and again.
Joanna M., 6
Spring is on its way
Flowers will bloom,
Put smell in this room,
When spring is on its way.
Children say “joy”
And bring out a toy,
When spring is on its way.
Coats come off,
Sun, there’s enough,
When spring is on its way.
Jessica L., 6
Butterfly Valley
One day, a girl was walking through a valley. The valley was called Butterfly Valley, because of all the wonderful happy things that were in it. It inspired lots of people who walked through it. This particular girl was a poet, and while she walked through the valley, she wrote a poem that went something like this.
 Crystal years have gone by so fast,
Now they’re frozen in the past,
Dolphins jump in the air,
You have a sweet dream riding a mare,
Everything is beautiful,
Nothing at all is dull.
Sailboats are sailing so gently,
The breezes were singing so delightfully,
The palm trees swayed, and said don’t be afraid,
You’re safe from harm.
The midnight skies are full of stars,
You see the red planet called Mars,
Lilies and seashells danced together,
I won’t forget this never.
The colors of the rainbow are all around,
Butterflies make beautiful sounds,
They were gliding through the air,
Everything was nice and fair,
The sun was shining so brightly,
In the Butterfly Valley.
Butterfly Valley is a place where dreams can come true. Especially for me and you. The day the girl came back from her trip, she published her poem. To this day, people are still trying to find Butterfly Valley. Nobody knew that Butterfly Valley was just in her imagination. They asked her where Butterfly Valley was. She said Butterfly Valley is in my mind, but she got the idea from a valley that she walked through when she was on a trip. Butterfly Valley was her childhood and the valley she walked through was the one she grew up in. Just remember about this girl, her poem, and her walk through Butterfly Valley.
Jackie S., 7
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