7^th Grade Poetry

Mountains – by Debbie Bodine

As I look over the mountains,

I see the majestic sun rise,

In the sky are white clouds

Behind the golden horizon,

Oh, what a sensation!

As I climb up the mountains,

I see nature – untouched.

Oh! What a sight!

Oh! What a great, great sensation!

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Home – by David Kline

I’ve been here, I’ve been there.

I’ve been around the world.

But when I’m far away, I always

Wish I were home again.

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Life – by Dale Lindley

Life is like a boss --

It gives you what you ask,

But once you’ve set the wages

You must bear the work.

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Music – by John Morgan

Music is the speech of angels

With the sound like heaven.

Music with soft sounds --

Music with loud sounds –-

No matter what kind,

It is the speech of angels.

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Morning – by Jerry Ashenfelter

The chill of the early morn

Brings in the scent of the dewed flowers.

In the morning when I awake

I breathe that cool, crisp air

And happily sigh.

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A Bird - by Randy Morford

Listen...

What is that?

I do believe it is a bird.

It is so pretty and graceful...

I”d like to have that little thing.

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A Mouse - by David Travis

Hear him

Walking on the floor

Like a silent feather.

There he goes! See him

Running all around!

He's gone now, did

You see him?

That mouse.

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The Elves - by Janice Grant

Down in the meadow, under a twig,

There was a pair of elves dancing a jig.

Dance little elves, kick up your heals,

Swing your partner 'til the laughter peals.

Curtsy to your partner and make it very low –

For the dance is almost over and we'll have to go.

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Slicker Joe - by Dan Berry

Once there was a hot-rodding man,

His name was “Slicker Joe”,

And when he put his foot on the gas

His buggy could really go!

People could taste his dust for miles

And smell that rubber burn.

The older folks would always say,

“That lad will never learn.”

But that was many years ago

And now he's really tops!

Everyone respects him - cause

He's one of the village cops!

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The Visitors - by Arlene Peterson

The wind came howling one night,

And it seemed as if he were asking to come in.

He shook the panes in the windows,

And tapped softly at the door,

But when I awoke in the morning -

He had gone.

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School - by Eddie Knight

School is a lot of work,

But it is fun to obtain knowledge.

The teachers are usually in good spirit

And quite willing to help.

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Birds - by Pharis Stanger

Birds - the idea of the airplane

Flying over the world.

The producer of strange sounds,

Adding to the beauty of everything.

Born in an egg, this familiar sight

From its proud, loving mother.

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The Birds - by Ronald Guderjohn

Birds go flying across the sky.

They seem to glide and sway.

With lightness they skim and dive,

Without a care in the world.

Perhaps you have seen them fly -

Pretty, aren't they?

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All on a Summer Day - by Beverly Winward

I love to go outside on a bright summer day,

To see all the things that summer has brought.

I love to listen to the birds singing,

The bees buzzing, the brook babbling.

These are just a very few of the things that summer brings.

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Along the Hill - by Steven Hill

Along the hill we go to see all the trees

Where the blossoms grow in clusters round.

The people on the picnic ground

Eating their lunches with the squirrels and birds.

And when the night has come

They go back in - the day is done.

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The Mountains - by Liz Porter

The mountains are so tall... they seem to be trying to reach the heavens.

When the wind whistles through the crevices, it sounds as though a locomotive were pulling into New York City.

And when nature's animals feed upon its vegetation there seems no end to the mountain's beauty.

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July - by Steve Smart

Hello...

There was a noise -

It called me to my window.

I lifted the shade...

Then Mr. Sun came in.

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The Raven's Death - by Vincent Crosby

I saw a raven

Who was a shiny black,

But some boy shot him...

For no reason.

He was very beautiful

As he sat on a limb.

When the boy shot him

He fell in a ditch.

He quivered and died.

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The Clouds - by Sherry Rupp

Look...

Look at those clouds,

So high in the air.

Always moving, always changing forms,

I wonder where they're going now!

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The Trees - by Dave Brunn

The trees are really a funny thing.

Especially the branches and roots...

The way they spread and never stop,

You'd think they would grow out of the ground.

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The Sun - by Kathy Weast

The sun so bright and shining

Lifts his smiling face

For the whole world to see

As he, the sun, goes floating by.

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The Trees - by Mary Stansbury

O trees, along the side of the road,

Give shelter to those who seek it,

And warmth and comfort for the birds and their young.

You shed your leaves in the fall,

And in spring they come back again.

O trees are a wonderful thing!

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'Twas the Last Day of School - by Dana Thorn

'Twas the last day of school

And everyone was ready -

As ready as ready could be.

The horde of spit wads and peas

Tensely awaited the starting signal

And when it came...

The air was full of them!

The class did not hear a word

The teacher spoke.

This was an abominable day for teachers...

The last day of school.

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