First Grade Poems - Poems about First Grade

No fear of threats from vicious Peter Gargano knights of kkk Threatening my life for attending that 1969 Civil rights field trip my father Civil rights advocates political leaders gather as we awaited the trial way buses to board my first grade class was the only class honoured to attend because excellent grades and we were...

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Tall Her Eminence stood, calling my name, My first-grade teacher of notable fame, Who had taught most all my kin years before, Now she was summoning me to her court. She was judge and jury, penalized fast, Any wrongdoing or mischief in her class, No one could counsel me in my disgrace, She was the defense too, for goodness sake. I had committed...

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1st Grade With Miss Harvison at Thatcher Elementary David Walker I Miss Harvison’s smile greeted each taker of An assigned seat of big kids desks in our very first First Grade class at Thatcher Elementary It was early in September after a Long summer and a Successful year of half-day kindergarten The beginning of numbered grades All...

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She told me she was obese, and that it was a disease. Uncommon in the eighties, cruel children would tease. She said her heart wasn't strong, and she took medication, also she might not live long. To first grade ears this was devastation! Soon we became friends and she was so much fun! I wondered why other kids stayed away. She...

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A Reverie of Childhood A true sacred place and time of innocence where all things simple, fun, and happy touched deeply my heart and soul. For things that seemed real at first glance but full of some surprises later that many of us were too young to understand. A time where there was an instant camaraderie between and among us...

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Ive spent half my day getting Billy to talk The other half stopping him eating the chalk Tod seems to like wearing large baby grows While Ellie is pushing some crayons up her nose Timmy’s packed lunch is just chocolate and juice Kate’s nose is dripping with something that’s puce While Marty and Mo fly their make believe brooms Sounds like they’ve...

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I am illmatic, I need a rap medic I'm magic do not panic You're lost in my world You're dumb founded in my word I picked up your pieces Patched you likes stitches Is this my reward You're ungrateful Loyalty was a Trojan gift you pose with I cannot believe this You worst than the roadside police Picked you up like an abandoned baby Is this...

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The firewood of this world is too heavy to bear The worries of this world an everyday nightmare Like a spear it breaks through my sorrowful heart As I sit staring at the stars All through the night The trees around the compound dancing the dirge of its lonliness The goats all lying in weakness The square we gathered now triumphed...

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TITLE: BED TIME TALES (SOME LIES THE OLD PEOPLE TOLD US). Bed time stories,bed time stories When I think of your memories, They were stories of glory Drying away tears of misery from the sleepy eyes What a tale we were told. O my dear talking tortoise, Falling from the sky with the beautiful cracks, O glorious little ant, The giant elephant conqueror The hunter,lion...

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Joe Generous, Loving, Impeccable sense of humor, soft-hearted Husband of mine. Lover of Math, Charts, Computers, Games of Chance Who feels empathy, joy, and passion Who needs his family, his work, and laughter. Who gives whatever he has, to the poor, and to us. Who fears being alone, being left, losing me. Who would like to see his grandchildren on his birthday weekend, Resident...

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It was the most ferocious time of my life, I was angry all the time. Angry at breakfast. Angry during lunch. Angry at supper. I was angry because my teacher had a pact with my mom. I was to wear a mitt on my left hand for the year at school, so I could not use that "wrong hand". In the 50's that's...

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Two little girls stand dream by dream unaware of what their feelings mean. The instinct to laugh and play often leads them inside on a Sunday where two imaginations see spun what innocence befits be done. The long years go by so very slow they're sure it takes forever to grow. What should Barbie wear today? Should she talk to Ken? and ...

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