IF YOU'RE MOSS

Sit and
shine
in the
warmth
of the sun
Decorate a
lonely piece of
oak bark, and make
it magical
decorate a little rock
and make
it huge
Give an odor
of perfume
to the vast
woods
Make yourself
a roof in a
little cottage for fairies
that pass by
Let the little
bugs touch
your fur
and sit
17
on you
for the
afternoon

 

Cheyenne Brelet-Tuthill
P.S. 321, 4th Grade

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IF I WAS A FLOWER

 

I would sit in the soil
Waiting to grow
I would burst out of the ground
Being Lush
Being Sweet
Looking like jewels under a summer glow
I would look up
To the sun
And say
Please
Let me…
GROW!

 

Olivia Brown
P.S. 321, 4th Grade

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WHERE I'M FROM

I'm from my alarm going off at 7:15
I'm from my parents telling me not to be late for school
The hustle and bustle of 7th Ave
I'm speeding like a cheetah, running to school
I'm through the wind through my hair at Coney Island
I'm from reading on the F train
I'm from my aunts running late because of delays
I'm from waking up early to get bagels for breakfast
From trying to wake up, but end up going back to sleep
I'm from looking at the skyscrapers from the train
I'm from the dog howling downstairs
With the stomping neighbor upstairs
I'm from the smells of K-Town as I'm sitting down for lunch
I am from sitting down and writing this poem.

 

Maddy Cho
P.S. 321, 4th Grade

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THINGS TO DO IF YOU WERE A PENCIL

Tell the paper what you’re saying
FIGHT away the eraser
Run while making letters
Learn to write when you’re born
Get a haircut at the sharpener
Make shapes for drawings
Write in different ways
DO NOT BREAK
Have a pen copy your work
Listen to the noise you make
Jump on and off the paper

 

Lyla Cohen
P.S. 321, 4th Grade

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PENCIL

I dance across the paper
Stopping only to see my creations
CRACK
My tip breaks
I am grasped out of my word
wonderland
Despair and agony growing like a
tree inside me
I am twisted and turned this
way and that a blade slicing me
finally the torture ends
I am lifted back to my wonderland
The smiling faces of my creations
greeting me
And I start dancing

 

Romy Cosgrove
P.S. 321, 4th Grade

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IF YOU ARE AN AMERICAN FLAG

If you are an American flag you will waver

in the winter wind

as you peer down at the classroom below
red stripes climb up your silky smooth body

like rock climbers

as stars dance in your blue sky
you hang from your wooden perch
every Monday students pledge to you
even though you are just a flag you

represent so much more

every night the classroom closes its
doors trusting you to guard it
because you are an American flag

 

Juliette Cotton
P.S. 321, 4th Grade

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STAPLER CRAB

Stapler Crab, crab of the classroom
a happy citizen but…
when it spots its victim paper and
touches it
CLAMP!
all the work together. Don't rush out
of energy!
Make bonus of paper
as you clash you're full of amazing
power. CLAMP it with your claw
and now our work is done over and now you can rest
you have had your fun.
But stapler is always watching
waiting for its next victim!

 

Jules Krasnove
P.S. 321, 4th Grade

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WHERE I'M FROM

I am from roaring crowds in Times
Square and from traffic jams on the
Brooklyn Bridge. I am from the smell
of pizza watering your mouth and giant
pretzels. I am from subway rumbles like
a dragon. I am from public schools to
short walks in the park. I am
from skyscrapers looking like they go
to outer space. I am from the
smoke buildings in the daylight
and no stars in sight at night.
I am from the the sweet smell
of the flowers in the Central
Garden and the loud games
in the Barclays Center. I am
from when the lights never go
out at night.

 

Scarlett Lee
P.S. 321, 4th Grade

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WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF YOU WERE WATER

If you were water you would
slide down rocky drops.
See the tall trees and their bushy
leaves leaving no space to see the sky.
Touch the cool, smooth, shiny, gray
bushes glinting in the sun, standing
up tall, you’d leap and sashay all day
long. If you were water you’d be crystal
clear like a mirror, and
people could look into
you and see the reflection. If you were
water you would hear birds talking in the
trees, hear the wind howling around you
as you slide down the slope.

 

Mabel Marshall
P.S. 321, 4th Grade

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I AM FROM

I am from the flashing lights twinkling in my eyes
I am from the honking cars and trucks all around
Making my ears pound
Tall buildings looming above me
I am from rush hour and traffic jams
I am from shops on every block
I am from the sound sound of bustling streets
Broken islands
The taste of oily pepperoni pizza
I am from the city of famous people
I am from a maze of streets
I am from the city of racing around but not getting places
I am from the city of history
I am from the working city
I am from the city of no gardens

 

Gabriel Swetala
P.S. 321, 4th Grade

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IF YOU WERE A BOOK

be flipped page by page
while someone's reading you
live in a cubby
let someone carry you to
a giant chair
paint yourself in different
colors
smell like dust
let your book
be a 3 digit number
of pages
see everybody around
you land in some different
spots
let someone write you
and draw you while you
lay down

 

Kira Tice
P.S. 321, 4th Grade

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THINGS TO DO IF YOU ARE THE SKY

wrap yourself
in a blue
soft
blanket.
cry your
heart out,
as tears
fall down
your face
let a cold
soft breeze
fly past you.
let a big, fluffy blanket
settle on you.

 

Marni Winefsky
P.S. 321, 4th Grade