5Th Grade Children Poems | Examples
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School
Place of
Formation
Textbooks and teachers,
To usher in knowledge.
Fond friends, fun and frolic.
"A sweet garden where young minds bloom"
When the Earth Brings an End to the Day — Summer
Kevin Davis 2024
When my creatures rouse from midday’s rest,
Awakened softly by the sun’s low quest,
The western-turning light drifts down,
And warmth still hums through field and town.
Hide-and-seek and kick-the-can,
Catching fireflies, each fleeting span—
The children’s laughter fills the air,
As birds and insects dance with flair.
Long golden days invite delight,
As coolness softens fading light.
Crickets and frogs sing sleepy tunes,
And darkness gathers ‘neath the moons.
My fields grow quiet, the evening deep,
My creatures sigh and drift to sleep.
A few last games, then baths and bed—
Where joy still dances in each head.
Goliath frog jumped out of a mailbox
Chased off a dog, a hog, and a fluffy fox
They straight away ran up to a giant ox
ox was terribly ill with itchy chicken pox
You two are on your own! Yelled the irritated fox
Goliath frog jumped all the way back to that mailbox
What do we do now? The hog asked the dog named Knox.
Knox could not answer; his scratchy voice was on the rocks.
children
plump and perky
jumping sliding skipping
joyful excited energized
children
Whoosh! Swish! Clang!
It's the six o'clock kitchen band!
Whoosh of paper towels off the roll.
Swish as broom threads brush the floor.
Clang as pots put on to boil!
Clackety! Clackety! Clack!
Spoons, forks, and knives,
Start their chorus to the task.
Drawers rattle open,
Serving spoons appear,
Tapping gently on crystal clear.
Clap flap! Clap flap!
First a plate,
Then a napkin.
Silverware enters.
Then at last,
Scrapping of plates,
Signals the end of a repast!
My sister has a long blue dress,
Mother made mine too,
And told us not to make a mess!
Keep our hands neatly folded,
Don't prance or scamper about,
Neither of us wanted to be scolded!
Then Santa and MS. Claus came.
On a sparkling winter boat.
It was too much for us! No joke!
First our knees began to jump,
Then our feet started to pump,
Both of us landed in a lump!
Tumbling, rolling down hill,
It was too late!
We couldn't stay still!
Over and over, we ran up the hill,
Dropped to our knees,
And tumbled down still!
Now our blue dresses are muddy and green,
I think our mother is going to scream!
a cute little nipper
sat on the big dipper
his voice was so chipper
when he lost his slipper
it’s gone said the dipper
I know said the nipper
it fell on a clipper
I’ll need a new slipper
laughter from the dipper
charged up little nipper
he leaned down to the clipper
and retrieved his slipper
Six faerie children with a happy hi hey ho!
Know what way to linger, the tulips love them so.
They are eager to please as the roses always know.
The daffodils adore their swinging singing ways, high and low.
Six faerie children in the wind so greatly blow.
They never have an argument or start any kind of row.
Lily of the valley sees them and begins to grow.
They make themselves scarce when they see a hoe.
A unicorn's horn,
tattered and torn,
a half eaten Hershey's,
2 crushed candy corn.
The tiniest bat wing,
mummy's white sling,
skeleton's femur,
spider web string.
Witch’s silk hat,
yawn from the cat,
shriveling pumpkin,
Snickers smushed flat.
When ghosties have gone
this is the scene;
left over remnants,
post Halloween.
These children need a male role model, the teacher said.
But, I argued. He would have to be sane, right in the head.
She rolled her eyes, believing that all males are well-bred.
Which tells me that her global knowledge is all but dead.
What about that dude? I ask as he climbs off a mo-ped.
He doesn’t look like our type, said the teacher, Miss. Fred.
The guy laughed at her idiocy, and picked lint off his thread.
This, my dear, is our Principal, Mr. Theodore also called Ted.
She looks embarrassed, and her face turns a lovely red.
These children need a male role model, she quickly tells Ted.
Ted nods his head and says “I have been to my homestead.”
“Shortly, we will be joined by my big brother Take-No-Prisoners-Ned.”
You will love his children! Their mother said.
They did not care, they wanted to know what he was like.
The guy became their stepfather in two months.
This was shocking. His three sons came to stay too.
Six boys in one home. They loved it! They had the best time.
The marriage gave out in a few years, but the boys remained brothers.
To their dying days, they loved being together.
Glad that something good came out of this brief marriage.
SUMMERTIME PLAYGROUNDS Haiku
cheerful summertime
those the children so wallows
before the playgrounds
8/12/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021 ©
We have Company
Hey, We have company;
Company to the right,
Company to the left.
When did they get here?
Where did they come from?
I didn't even see them arrive.
Well how do you like that - We have Company
Hooray, Hooray!
I'm not alone any longer, let's go play
Hooray, Hooray, Let's go play!
Eager children await sweet treats
And colourful bags that have been filled
As well as pumpkins lined up to greet
Their tricks make the treats increase
All of the kids are thrilled
Eager children await sweet eats
A Jack-o-lantern is the centrepiece
And a black cat has just appeared
Pumpkins flicker along the streets
In scary ghosts, there's no belief
Ghost hunters are thrilled
Reaching out their hands for treats
Singing to the beat
Of cupcakes colour-sprinkled
Pumpkins are chanting along the street
Tonight, there'll be a feast
As Halloweeners' wishes are fulfilled
Eager witches give kids sweet treats
As ghouls and goblins fly to drumbeats!
A chatty raccoon in a plaid racing cap
Crashed our party with a lighting zap.
Showed our guests a brand new computer app.
An intelligent creature, quite a lovely chap.
Some partygoers danced on his fluffy lap.
Landing hard on the floor, a hearty whap.
If they annoy you, I said, give ‘em a slap.
This advice caused him to laugh and flap.
He spoke of an enormously keen treasure map.
One of the guests looked and said it was crap.
Another said don’t be a crazy old sap.
A third one began to speak of her disgusting pap.
Chatty raccoon’s head was held on by a strap.
Did not untie it for it was a conspiracy trap.
He began to boogie with a whistle and clap.
Loved this party-going raccoon who never did nap.