Barnyard Talk

Hens are clucking,

Roosters crowing,

sheep are bleating,

Cattle lowing,

Pigs are oinking,

Horses neighing,

Geese are honking,

Donkeys braying,

Bulls are snorting,

chicks are peeping,

Ducks are quacking…

I’m not sleeping!

By:Susan Pearson

Typed by:Isaac

April 23, 2007. Poetry!, Student work. 4 Comments.

Flag

One star  is  for  Alaska…

Onestar is for   Nebraska…

One  star  is  for   North  Dakota…

One  star  is  for   Minnesota…

There   are  lots  of  other  stars

But  I  forget which  ones  they  are.

Typed by: Alexus  k.  S.

April 23, 2007. Poetry!, Student work. No Comments.

Bug

I am very fond of BUGS. I kiss them and I give them HUGS!

Typed by : Iryna S.

April 23, 2007. Poetry!, Student work. No Comments.

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iam very fond of bugs i kiss them and i give    them hugs.

April 19, 2007. Poetry!, Student work. No Comments.

taking turns

I cant get in the bathroom,my sister in there still.       I wonder when she`ll come out back out or if  she ever will.Taking a bath,curling her hair,washing her fancy underwear,hanging her pantyhose everywhere-, I never knew so many things could be done in there-tweezing her  eyebrows,doing her face , painting her nails,running in place . I finally in the bathroom ,I got in yesterday.Ive brought my stuff -oh yes , I`m here to stay ,my sister is pounding on the door .I here her scream and shout . I `ll read this of comic books -then mabye   I`ll come out   .                             Florence  Parry Heide and Roxxane Heide Pierce .                                                                                                                                                                                             

April 18, 2007. Poetry!, Student work. No Comments.

Dads Night To Cook

Left over chili, Left over stew,something that looks like  Left over  glue Left over omelt, dried-up  chicken  pie, Left over tuna suprise, Left over pizza, Left over ham,Left over  waffles, and barbeqed Lamb  Our father  hates to cook  he’ll  use up what we  got. He’ll just  throw  every single thing in one enormus  pot,he’ll   heat it up and then well have acrazy mixed brew, a bubbling and  repulsive mess……  He calls  Gourmet  Stew.

by

Florence Parry Heide and Roxanne Heide Pierce

April 18, 2007. Poetry!, Student work. No Comments.

Leaves By Holly

Red leaf, yellow leaf, green leaf,

brown leaf, all different color leaves

to exsplore. You can see them in the

tree tops, you can see them in the bushes,

you can see them almost anywere. Only

if you try!

April 18, 2007. Poetry!, Student work. No Comments.

Runny’s Hand-New Brat

 Runny got a present-

A lovely hurple pat

He put it on and pasked his als,

“What do you think of that?”

One said,”Ooh, it’s storrible !”

One said, “ Yuck-it hinks!”

Now Runny Babbit never ashs

What other theople pink.

by:Shel Silverstein 

April 18, 2007. Poetry!, Student work. No Comments.

2 LN By Neal Layton

LN, dear, sweet LN,

B4 u, now I stand.

2 me U R a QTpie

Y don’t U take my hand?

The NV of the others

U N I would aiways B.

I M D perfect 1 4 U-

Just 4 8           

April 18, 2007. Poetry!, Student work. No Comments.

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