Poems

Poems will be presented in class on Tuesday, February 26. 

Stage Fright

I wanted the role.

The Prince.

THE PRINCE

I got it.

I knew it.

I was totally convinced.

I memorized each line.

I learned them each by heart.

I studied and I studied

My perfect Prince-part.

But-

When I took center stage

            I stammered

            I Stuttered

            I Hemmed and

            I Hawed then

            Suddenly I shuddered.

My heart skipped a beat.

My Face turned bright red.

Until finally the Prince-words

Popped back into my head.

Though I'll always know

My mind simply snapped

I still got a thrill

When I took my last bow

As my classmates

            Stood up

            Shouted

            And

            Clapped.

-by Lee Bennett Hopkins

 First Snowfall

The little mouse

In her knothole house

Where her bed is warm and dry...

Does she get a shock

When it's snow o'clock

And whiteness fills the sky?

She only knows

About grass that grows,

And weed stalks turned to gold.

She never has heard

A single word

About the snow and cold.

On a sudden night

When the world turns white

and green and gold are through,

The little mouse

In her knothole house...

Does she wonder what to do?

--Aileen Fisher 

The Frost-Pane

What's the good of breathing

On the window

Pane

In summer?

You can't make a frost

On the window pane

In summer.

You can't write an

alphabet,

You can't draw an

elephant:

You can't make a smudge

With your nose

In summer.

Lots of good, breathing

On the window

Pane

In winter.

You can make a frost

On the window pane

In winter.

A white frost, a light frost,

A write-me-out-a-Picture-frost

Across the pane

In winter

-by David McCord