6th Grade Poetry

“The Horrible Christmas”

by Rylee Lewis

Twas the night before Christmas,

Our tree had burned down,

It left marks on the wall,

This made my mom frown.

The toilet backed up,

The tub overflowed,

My mother’s whole room

Was filled with toads!

The yard turned brown,

The driveway collapsed,

The entire attic

Was filled with some bats.

I think I see Santa!

No, it’s robbers on the roof!

They look very fast,

Even on foot!

So they walked right in

Without a care,

Took all the presents,

Even my bear!

No cell phone, no Ipod,

No new shirts of new pants!

Gone stocking, gone candy,

Gone free trip to France!

All the presents were gone,

And I felt so sad,

I just wish this year

Wouldn’t be so bad.

The dog bit the cat,

The cat bit my knee,

It all came down

To the burning ot the tree.

All we could do

Was wait for the First,

The end of this year

Was surely the worst!

“The Night Before the Sale”

by Katie Porter, Libby Herrell, and Anna Starr

It was the night before the sale

And all through the house,

The creatures were stirring

To try on the new blouse.

The salesmen at the door were ready to go,

And the shoppers were ready to shop till they drop,

All the racks were hung with care

In hopes that the customers would shop nonstop.

The shops were crowded with shoppers,

And the Hollister smell swept through the air,

As the models went through

People began to stare.

The shirts were multi-color

With a lot of flare,

The skirts that went with them

Were made with great care.

After that they went to another store

To get some more shoes,

They found a pair of sneakers

That was in all shades of blue.

They had to find some accessories

To match their new shoes,

Her purse shimmered and shined

The number on the purse was two.

They stopped at the food court,

They found a place to eat

They had burgers and fries

And rested their feet.

They got up and started to walk

Toward the candy shop

When one girl tripped

They looked over and saw a cop.

Out of the office

Came the manager dressed from head to toe

In all blue silk

And he said, “Hello!”

It was not time to close

So he said “To all a good night

And a good night to all”

And turned out the light.

“Twas the Night Before Petmas:

by Katie Carson, Emily Fitzgerald, and Monique Mina

Twas the night before Petmas

And all through the housem

All the animals were sleeping,

Even a mouse.

Their leashes and collars were hung

On the chimney with care,

In hopes that St. Petco

Soon would be there.

Turtles were sleeping

Soundly in the tanks,

While dreaming of sunning

On great riverbanks.

The horses in stables,

And mice in their holes,

All fell asleep

By some warm black coals.

When out of the fields

I heard such a sound,

So I jumped out from my burrow

And quickened my bound.

Then I saw it across the field

And yelled, “I know!  I know!

I know who’s got a great green land rover

Pulled by more than one rhino!”

With a gray wrinkled drive

Who not many have met,

Oh, I knew in a second

It must be so Petco!

Slower than hippos

His escorts they came,

And he trumpeted, and yelled

And called them by name.

Now Rover, now Clover,

Now Dover and Fluffy,

On Buddy!  On Brody!

On Solver and Muffy!

To the end of the field!

To the grass and the dirt!

So I ran back inside

Afraid to get hurt.

And on towards the end

Of the field they came,

With the red and green rover full or catnip,

Carrots, running wheels and a tug-a-war game.

Then in the blink of my wonderful red eyes,

I soon saw St. Petco arriving to my side.

He had long fun on his chin, which was whiter than mine,

And ona an elephant it is quite silly to see.

His eyes, oh, so shiny,

His ears were so very merry,

Although his trunk was quite gray

Like an old rotten cherry.

He had a hug face that went well

With his gigantic round belly,

Which shook when he laughed,

Like a jar full of jelly.

His ears were slightly pointed,

Like an old happy elf.

I gawped when I saw him

But smiled to myself.

He said not a thing,

But I saw his smile,

And I watched as he

Did his work all the while.

And waving goodbye

To me so politely,

He rose out of my burrow

Oh so lightly!

He walked to his rover,

Gave his team a shout,

So away they went

Wobbling all about.

But I heard him exclaim

While he drove into the night

“Merry Petmas to all

And all eat right!”

The Nile and Its Gifts

By Tony Hacker

Nothing can

Illuminate as

Loudly and as furious and also be as

Elegant as a swan as this form of nature

The Nile is a source of life, and lots of animals

can  strive to,

Always be there in the sun, and watch the

children have their fun and,

Watch the people gather papyrus and,

with knives a cutting and while I sit looking at the evening

 sky,

I know the Nile is there to guide me, up there

way up high.

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Katie Carson

A scrapbook talks without speaking,

And hears without listening.

It connects old and new.

It shows my life, and what I like to do.

A scrapbook is a family’s silent past.

Pyramid

 By Zach Coons

                                                             In

                                                        The morn

                                                     It stands, as

                                                    If to point out

                                                 Where the sun will

                                               Come from, and in the

                                             Glare of the sunrise, looks

                                          Like a stairway to heaven, and

                                      In the afternoon, it stands tall and

                                    Mighty, leaving people to gape in its

                                   Shadow,  staring  up  at  it  in supreme

                                Admiration for how remarkable old it is, still

                            Standing over thousands over years in the desert.