Fourth Grade Poems - Poems about Fourth Grade

...I go to the supermarket to buy some mangoes. I’ve had five coffees And spent hours on detangling computer wires. Reciting a poem I remember from fourth grade I opened another three colle......

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... Sally stood alone, In a corner of the room. No one said "Hi", Or asked her to stop by. Sally started the fourth grade today, No one looked friendly, Or even looked her ......

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...Early September rain A dampened sidewalk, Wet leaves lead me back To blackboards and chalk The wood of the desks Cupboards along the wall, Fresh, clean and simple Newly awakens it all ......

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... When I was in grammar school There simply wasn’t any tolerance for students talking back The religious sisters at our Catholic school were very strict (in part because they had charged over doz......

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...I loved my school counseling job Loved it, loved it, loved it. Until they moved me to another school part time. One week school A - my home school. The next week school B- a school that loves me......

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...I loved my school counseling job Loved it, loved it, loved it. Until they moved me to another school part time. One week -school A - my home school. The next week school B- a school that loves m......

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...Afternoon musing, not quite content, Wondering where the time all went - The time not really given, only lent. The first day of fourth grade, In the next desk a new girl stayed, With honey col......

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...I can do it I'm going to be a policeman I'm going to be a policeman so that I can protect everyone I could be like John Wayne I'll have the fastest gun in the west I could meet up with-......

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...I can do it, I swear...I can do it I'm going to hit a home run. I'm going to hit a home run... Farther than any ball Babe Ruth has ever hit Farther than any eyes had ever seen "The crack......

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...Gott, oh mächtig, Trump iz on the warpath again! Glad for birth write to express views aware cunning linguists will apply figurative screws in an effort at blatant mud slinging ruse exercis......

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...My dad took my nine-year-old hand and led me outside to look at the night sky. “I’d give you the stars,” and he meant it, but I didn’t want them, because they aren’t ours. My new telescope showed ......

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...Dena, was born in Yakima Washington May 1943. Carole, her sister was born nine months and twenty days latter on March 1944. Carole was born, prematurely. To save to her life, she was placed i......

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...The fourth grade band was playing But my eyes were there alone Not for flutes or clarinets or drums, Just Henry on trombone. All the music was familiar From the practicing he’d done, So I kne......

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...A sleepover Hooray My sister and I We pack light a small bag each It's been 3 days I am out of fresh clothes I miss my toys Can I go back now? Apparently sleepover Does not mean what I......

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...Helicopter parents They are at school daily Begging to stay longer Criticizing other people’s children and the teacher Wanting to bring their lunch And take naps with their kindergarteners He......

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