4Th Grade Narrative Poems | Examples
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Happy Earth Day
Nature is always in her beauty from sunrise to sunset,
Look at the colors that are on display.
Happy Earth Day,
The birds showing off their pretty wings and the ability to fly.
Happy Earth Day,
Flowers are ready in bloom, as the trees stand straight and tall.
Happy Earth Day ,
See how the grass grows.
Vast oceans are deep; the seas love how the tide touches the sand .
Happy Earth Day,
Where people and creatures call home.
Happy Earth Day,
Thanks to God, for the gift of all life here on earth.
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?
He does not notice the grimaces on his classmates' faces.
Or hear their deep sighs, or realize he is fixated on dinosaurs.
His discussions are one-sided, he does not need peers at all.
He does not know that his constant blathering is bothering them.
It is not what they want to hear over the teacher.
He lives in a world within their world, a natural, loving place.
A place where pterodactyls, T-rex, and stegosauruses roam.
He cares not for social cues or for annoyed looks or for classmates.
He speaks in a monotone and expects no response.
Living in his own nature bowl of a classroom within a classroom.
A loud noise brings his face up, but he quickly looks back down.
He is interested in the noise about as long as he is interested in others.
A second; two seconds at tops.
He returns to his preferred world.
Where dinosaurs help him cope with the rest of his life.
Sheba Mabeebah was a playful fawn, and a whimsical doe.
We watched her frolic in the flowers when she was young.
She loved Queen Anne’s lace, wild daisies, and iris the best.
Her name is perfect our friends told us. She is perfect!
We had never rescued a fawn before, but we were glad.
For she gave us delight for many years before she found love.
He was a handsome buck, and they ran off together in March.
Making no apologies or promises. She made a lovely bride!
He can entertain himself for hours
We saw what she meant when we spied on him
He was four, the ideal age for garnishing make believe
He doesn’t need toys? We asked his mother
He creates worlds out of his imagination, she replied.
Give him sticks, moss, leaves, a feather or two.
It is amazing what he will do with them.
He came in for lunch but barely had time to talk.
I am building a zoo and a circus out there, he told us.
The ringmaster is annoyed that I came in for lunch.
What kinds of animals do you have in your zoo?
Llamas, penguins, polar bears and dragons, he said.
I remembered for a minute that I used to be able to do this.
Create my own world with bits of fluff I found on the ground.
I wanted to run out there and play with him, so asked.
Sure, he said, but you have to watch out for the ring master.
He has a mean temper. I figured I could handle him.
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….
Miracle loved riding the fog
She glided gracefully around the tombstones
Feeling spirit eyes on her
Traveled past the cemetery gates
Enjoying Halloween night more than ever
There she goes again, a ghoul said.
Every Halloween, his goblin friend replied
Miracle was over four hundred years young
And she never changed up her routine.
She would be easy to mug, said a demon.
I could bite her neck, a vampire said.
But what would be the point?
Weird things happen up there, my uncle told me.
The other guy was looking out toward the mountain too.
I pushed my pancake around on the plate and listened harder.
My aunt said there are space aliens living in the big one.
Supernatural beings and spiritual things the waitress said.
She caught my eye and laughed. I noticed she had pretty blue eyes.
My grandma is Irish, she says there are little people up there.
You mean like elves, faeries and such? The truckers were on a roll.
We natives call it Magic Mountain, the waitress told me.
I decided to sneak up there later that night.
All kinds of wonderful elves and gnomes were playing music.
I began dancing. I heard a guy say, “I don’t see anything.”
I felt grateful that I am Irish.
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.