Successful Student Poems: Third through Fifth Grade

Poems featured on this page also appeared in the 2016 volume of Cascadia, OPA’s student poetry journal.

The Treasures of Mine

Here are my treasures that you will see.
You’ll find them very curious if you agree.
A pair of little scissors as red as a cherry,
Ping-Pong ball that’s surprisingly hairy.
A little old marker I found in a ditch,
An iPhone 5 that has a bad glitch.
A 1950 typewriter with a stuck key,
And a sycamore seed from a sycamore tree.
A big, busted watch that clicks all the time,
And a piece of metal that looks like a dime.
All of these treasures I’ve found without trying,
They always make me feel like I’m flying.
All of these treasures could pay a deposit…
I guess it is time to clean out my closet.

Miles H. Cook

Candalaria Elementary School, Salem: Fourth Grade
Laura Fender, Teacher


Theatre Magic

A silence stirs among the audience as the curtain opens,
the music blares out loud.
Back stage my feet tap with excitement
from shouts of the crowd.

With one deep breath,
I step onto the stage.
My energy and
bliss engage.

The actors act,
The dancers dance,
leaving the theatre-goers
in a trance.

With eager eyes they watch
Another world unfold;
A world of mythical creatures and
Knights with hearts of gold.

To be on stage
with lights so bright,
I feel the magic
of opening night!

Emmalee Rae Doughman

Riviera Christian School, Salem: Fourth Grade
Maureen Stephenson, Teacher

Falling Alone

Falling alone

Falling into a world deeper than space,
slush going into my shoe, bringing my attention
to the blur around me.

Falling alone

The gentle quiet brushing across
my face as I continue.
I unravel myself forward.

Falling alone

Wind whispers to me
You are found.
But I feel lost.

Falling alone

Ruffles of wind slowly quiver
around the back of my neck,
deepening into the world.

Falling alone

Gabby Galderisi

Portland Jewish Academy, Portland: Fifth Grade
Harriet Wingard, Teacher

Where Does Fear Come From?

Where does darkness come from?
Is it tasty at first,
but soon turns into a bitter flavor?
Is it scared of you,
as you may be of it?
Is it home to whispers,
that jump around in a world stranger to you?
Is that where darkness comes from?

Where does anxiety come from?
Does it come from an area deep in your heart,
hidden away from the rest of yourself?
Does anxiety like when you feel fear,
or does anxiety cause it?
Does it come from a ruffling of leaves,
that are afraid of something you are not aware of?
Is that where anxiety comes from?

Where does trust come from?
Do you feel it? Do you taste it?
Does it come from when you have no trust in someone,
or does it come from when you need it?
Is it something so important that you always have it,
or is it something you must learn?
Is that where trust comes from?

Where does fear come from?
Does it start as a droplet of darkness,
that starts in your mind, but goes down to your heart?
Does it consume you,
slowly make you stuffed with fear?
Is it contagious,
spreading from one person to another,
as you drop a seed of fear into someone’s mind?
Is that where fear comes from?

Where does life come from?
The most unanswerable question of all.

Evan Seth Horwitz

Portland Jewish Academy, Portland: Fifth Grade
Harriet Wingard, Teacher

Moon

tonight,
the moon
is shining
so bright.
it looks like
silver string.
it looks so fragile
that a
passing cloud
would tear its
light.
moon.

Liana Kressel

Portland Jewish Academy, Portland: Fifth Grade
Jim Juntunen, Teacher

Our Living Room

Our green couch by the window,
My mom sleeping in the big chair,
My brother sitting by the fire,
I’m playing with my dad’s short hair.

Lonely cabinets by the record stand,
Clock hanging next to the gears,
Shades over the large window,
Great grandma’s rocking chair, waiting all these years.

Last is the TV,
The screen black as night,
Oh wait I forgot, we have a very bright light!

Ella Lassahn

Candalaria Elementary School, Salem: Fourth Grade
Jennifer McLaughlin, Teacher

Circles of Light

Owl eyes are twin suns
shining at night in the woods.

Atoms are tiny planets
orbiting through everything.

The moon is a silver quarter
getting spent.

Bodi William Ricardo Patterson

Create Solutions Tutoring, Ashland: Third Grade
Sara-Lynne Simpson, Teacher

The Hike

We hiked through the forest hearing
The tree music in the breeze.

We traveled across the flower field
Listening to the bees chat, the flowers
Dance in the sun while the sun smiled down
And illuminated the field. Then we smelled the
Flowers for the last time and moved on.

We walked across the rocky mountain, cautiously
Walking around the really rumbly rocks watching the
Water squeeze through the cracks in the rocks whispering
Their watery secrets.

Then, the sky got dark and cloudy, the rain poured down
Making us wet. The lightning struck with a cackling laughter,
The sun stopped smiling as the sky got dark and gloomy and
then
The rain came running down from the heavens and hit us in
the
Heads. We ran across the slippery rocks– the rocks laughed at
us.

We finally got to the flower field, the flowers were dancing
Furiously in the wind. The wind shouting insults and the bees
Buzzing back.

We finally got into the forest. Now, the fog hung in the air,
letting
All the rain squeeze through soaking us. The trees now
screaming
And the wind screaming back.

Lastly we got into the car and drove off listening to the rain hit
the roof.
Then, all of a sudden the rain stopped and the sun poked
through the
Dark and sad clouds and smiled and waved us goodbye.

Alexander Torrent

Candalaria Elementary School, Salem: Fourth Grade
Laura Fender, Teacher

The Forest

The forest is alive
And this is how I know.
The wind whispering in your ear.
The flowers welcoming you into the meadow.
The trees waving to you to say hello.
And no one can forget the chipmunks.
The chipmunks lifting your spirit when you are down.
The birds singing to take away your sorrow.
And it will all be there tomorrow.

Beatrix Walker

Candalaria Elementary School, Salem: Fourth Grade
Laura Fender, Teacher