Fifth Grade Poems - Poems about Fifth Grade

The Day the Country Died November 22, 1963 three pm e.s.t fifth grade pa speaker clicks on “today, at one pm c.s.t President Kennedy shot he is dead” our young substitute teacher gasps then starts to cry we are silent school is dismissed early buses home, no one speaks our country has changed ...

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I was still writing ARITHMETIC at the top of my papers When I discovered everyone else had written math. I said to my twin “they are writing MATH!” My twin turned her page around and it said MATH. I was horrified! Why had no one shared this abbreviation with me? We were in fifth grade, so this was the same...

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Up on our old tar roof, Friday night, I watched football the high school was about a mile from my house. You could always hear it at night. I could see everything and nothing at the same time Score: 20-21, hurrahs, screams of young kids, and older kids. It was all a roar, a...

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Chief garbage taster as fifth grade Halloween gag at Henry Kline Boyer Elementary School interestingly enough landed me a grubhub grab bag. I rooted thru poetry anthology of mine, and came across an unpublished poem by one obscure poet (me), whose trademark wit and wisdom hallmark cardinal characteristics of posthumous fame and fortune largesse most likely tabby bestowed upon grand kittens - appended courtesy Facebook since...

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They are raging with excitement; one is twerking. I ignore it. Their voices are increasing in volume now, it is the weekend. Enthusiasm keeps their spirits high; they are thrilled it is Friday. Higher and higher their voices sing the joyful Friday afternoon song. So many sounds from twenty-four excited fifth-graders. Borderline shrieking; it is amazing to hear. I watch,...

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at Henry Kline Boyer Elementary School As a Halloween costume, one year during early grade school, my father got the brilliant idea for his sole son to be dressed with one of a kind getup. Missus Shaner (the talon clawed, shriveled relic of a dinosaur, who taught fifth grade) gave me first prize, and subsequently felt so...

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We leave the fifth grade reunion, go to another school to a place that's much calmer No more tag or hide and seek or gathering in a circle to play Duck Duck Goose. No more random stories, from rolling the story cubes. No more hanging out together as friends. After all the years of being with each other, we are forced...

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Mrs. Lightfoot had taught music at Talbot Elementary School for years. A couple of her pupils excelled in music but most became engineers. She sat at her desk to muse upon the past after another trying day, Recalling events that had contributed to the 'dyeing' of her hair gray! She remembered concerts when the cacophonous din made her wince, And...

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One thing remains from those cherished times. Memories and keepsakes from my childish crimes. I will never forget the sweetest girl. She was my friend, my love, my world. How funny it was to play and run Through the water in the midsummer sun. She was taken in a violent event. A shotgun now rings in torment. That is all I have to...

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