3Rd Grade Narrative Poems | Examples
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She was a simple child
Loved her seat by the sea
Where she waited for the fisherman
Who waved and said
What a simple child
She was happy with whatever life brought
Smiling during the sunny times
Holding hands and soothing feelings
when others felt sad
She was a simple teenager
The boys who grew up with her fell in love
With her simple ways, and her utter sweetness
She was a flower they all wanted to take home
She was loved by them, and loved by the sea
They married others and watched her from their ships
She waved and threw flowers out to them
The flowers lasted on the sea for a long time
For even the sea loved her simple ways
Uncle Jack decided to surprise me at school
Wore his new Halloween costume
Of himself being caged and carried by a gorilla
He thought I would laugh.
I followed the lead of the other kindergarteners.
We screamed and clutched each other in terror.
The teacher could not calm us down.
Uncle Jack apologized over and over.
I thought it was terrific!
Kindergarten had never been this fun!
Do you want to play?
Oh, yes! Indeed!
Let’s dance and twirl and make loud steps.
Let’s invite the boy with the wheels.
Okay.
Let's invite the white girl who has freckles
Okay.
Let's invite the kid whose hair is beaded and braided.
Okay.
Let’s invite EVERYBODY!
Okay.
At six, they include everybody.
They invite everybody.
They love everybody.
Unless they have been taught differently.
These lucky children have not been taught differently.
It is twirl, whirl, dance, hop, skip and laugh.
They hold hands and begin spontaneously singing.
Their parents and grandparents’ faces crack from ear to ear.
Enthusiasm, love, inclusion and joy bring hope into the world every time.
The magnificent spotted beast crept down to the cool lake
In a ballerina’s way, slinking like a large flexible lizard
I stood in silence, watching, not wanting to disturb or alarm
She looked up at me as her tongue hit the water.
With one click I took a photo I have shared around the world.
Only one take? Some people ask.
I nod.
Remembering how terrified I was that she might dart across
And grab me by the throat.
Remembering how hard my heart was beating.
Remembering the fear she instilled.
One take was enough, thank you
The snow was fierce that weekend
It never let up, kept falling and falling
The drifts were getting higher and higher
The wind chill was getting lower and lower
It was brutal outside, wasn’t it?
Mama rabbit did not mind
They had plenty of carrots and lettuce in the larder
She had put them up in Mason jars the summer before
Anticipating this kind of winter
She read the Farmer’s Almanac, didn’t she?
The baby bunnies were getting older now
They would soon want burrows of their own
She was knitting them February blankets
With giant red hearts, for she loved Valentine’s Day
And Woman’s Day which she was reading as she knitted.
She was a multi-tasker, wasn’t she?
Harry has lived with us the entire eight years.
We did not know that agreeing to keep his shoes here was a big deal.
One day my husband said “I am throwing these oud!”
“We promised his widow!” I shrieked.
It was her one requirement when she sold us this house.
The next week was a nightmare.
I got carjacked. My husband lost his job.
One of our dogs got hit by a truck.
“It was those shoes!” I told my husband.
“Get them back!”
We tried, but they were long gone.
Every week got worse and worse.
We separated, eventually divorced.
I remarried, and we tried to buy a house.
“That was Charlie’s hat,” the seller told us.
“Leave it in the closet, or….”
I ran out screaming.
Farm kids wake up before the roosters
We do our chores twice a day in the dark
Once in the morning, and once in the evening
It is our responsibility; we are not reminded.
We want to do the right thing.
Farm animals know when to expect their feed.
Loud chickens are the first ones out of the hen house
Clucking and strutting; pecking and prancing
The rooster goes topside and begins to crow
We enjoy the dance of the barnyard animals.
Farm life is rapidly disappearing.
So many industrial farms have taken over.
Breeding hogs and cows without 4-H kids
Farm kids have moved to town now
Where are there no fishing holes, barns or tractors.
We have not forgotten. We shall never forget
The great life we had on a farm.
Once upon a time….
They were telling on each other.
He is annoying; always talking.
I just want peace and quiet!
He keeps tapping my desk.
She is irritating. I cannot stand her.
We do not get along. Why do we have to sit together?
She pinched me, so I smacked her hard.
My folks say to hit them twice as hard back even at school.
It was a silly argument. They both ended up in tears.
Drama in the third grade. The principal separated them.
We took down their stories. Totally similar; both honest.
This will eventually become true love I believe.
Louise has the most exotic doll clothes in the toy chest.
We know she is Meg’s favorite because of her outfits.
Some of us are angry with Louise because of this favoritism.
Some of the prettier dolls are uglier now, and they throw a fit.
Last night Meg created a gorgeous gold bird nest hat for Louise.
We saw it, and many of us were not pleased in the least or at all.
She is more gorgeous than ever, and this is not fair, if you please.
Worse, it made her look svelte, and about six inches more tall.
I belly danced my heart out
Until someone yelled STOP!
But wait, I lie. I kept dancing.
Now doing the quick Lindy Hop.
I twisted and twirled and stomped and stamped.
Someone yelled out “Stop! You little Tramp!”
This did not make me mad, for I was in the zone.
I shuffled right by them, my craft duly honed.
She is so silly! Someone said in a mean kind of way.
I did not care at all. I was here to play.
She’s belly dancing again! Someone yelled. Let’s make her stop!”
I would not stop now until my body needed to drop.
Dancing makes me happy; it keeps my blood clean.
To make me stop would be incredibly mean.
I guess they do not understand, jealousy is in their way.
But I danced on happily, throughout the next day.
A dark shadow seems to follow me
walking down this moon light path.
Sometimes its right beside me,
sometimes its right in front.
I think it's here to frighten me
or perhaps it's here to stalk.
Maybe he just wants to be friends
and stop for just a talk.
My mind seems to be racing.
My heart goes, " thump - thump - thump".
I'm breathing a little faster now.
Then suddenly! - a "Bump"
I hear a gray wolf "howling"
and this barred owl, he won't stop.
I'm not sure if he is laughing or,
"Whoo -Whoo-Whoo" - 'OH! Please Make Him Stop!"
The sun appeared in the horizon
and with sun light he did flee
I suddenly realize on thing
that Dark Shadow was just me.
10/26/2021
Why do they say money grows on trees?
I don’t know I admit
Her eight-year-old eyes look into my soul.
They kind of do though because money is made of paper
And paper is made from trees, right?
I guess so, I say.
The conversation continues.
On and on and on and on and on.
Have you met eight?
I finally say, “I have a money tree in my yard.”
She snorts, snickers, laughs.
She does have a money tree, her seventeen-year-old sister says.
Her face changes; it is an unfamiliar expression of hesitation.
Wait a second, she says, “You told me that you lie, right?”
Sometimes I admit.
She looks relieved.
“You don’t have a money tree, right?”
Right, I admit.
Shaken down by a determined, serious five-year-old.
A leech came after me in my sleep.
So I dreamed up a tapeworm.
Silly mistake.
Now I am being eaten.
Slowly and mightily.
From the inside out,
And the outside in.
The roundworms and flatworks are knocking.
I dare not listen.
Not wanting any more strife.
In what is left
Of my rapidly disappearing body.
Are you a witch, a faerie or a pirate queen?
She giggles and she nods her head.
I am a gargoyle and a dragon too, she says.
Then she pirouettes. She is wearing a crown and cowboy boots.
Seven-years-old, and she knows no limits.
Which one are you at this second? I ask her.
“A faerie? A witch or a pirate queen?”
She laughs. “I am a princess cowboy,” she replies.
Wise beyond her years.
Sophie Dog is excited beyond belief
No idea what she has heard, but she is barking like crazy
Sometimes a large truck puts her into this kind of frenzy
The way she runs up the driveway, I am expecting to see
Dracula with a mountain lion chaser, coming to bite my neck
She is gone an extra long time, too long. I start to worry
But she comes running onto the porch from the opposite direction
So I know she has run around the house, and maybe further.
She is by herself. She growls at Shark K. Cat for putting her claws on the glass door.
A motorcycle buzzes up the road. Usually this puts her into berserk mode.
It does not today. She starts drinking water like a colt that has never had a drink.
A Mack truck goes by, and she ignores it too. I cannot outguess this dog today.