Successful Student Poems: Third through Fifth Grade

Poems featured on this page also appear in the 2017 volume of Cascadia, OPA’s student poetry journal.

A
Friend
Do friends fight then forgive?
Do friends banish then surrender them?
Do friends give up on one another then hug?
Do friends stay with each other when they need them?
Never, if they stay forever and they need to help them in need.
Forever and ever they will be there for life to guide them and help them.
Friends never ever, ever leave them when they are alone.
To help into the light when they have a fright.
To know one thing is clear we need,
Is a Friend to have joy
Happiness
And
L
O
V
E.

Jade Gentle
Ewing Young Elementary School, Newberg: Fifth Grade
Rachel Keyser, Teacher

Sea Bedroom

The sea is your rough blue blanket,
The warm sand is your bed and pillow,
The starry night sky is your roof,
The sun is your bedroom light,
The moon is your night light,
The breeze in the night is your dog breathing by your side,
Sleep, and you will play another day.

Caden Josifek
Candalaria Elementary School, Salem: Fifth Grade
Pamela Lembcke, Teacher

 

Haiku in October

Cool wind rings the chimes—
leaves turn red and orange-brown
days become shorter.

More damp in the air—
leaves scoot and scrape on the street
gray clouds grow larger.

White clouds separate—
one bird twitters and flies off
I sit alone now.

Veronica Joann Miller
Create Solutions Tutoring, Ashland: Fourth Grade
Sara-Lynne Simpson, Teacher

Growing

Like tadpole to frog,
Like fawn to deer,
From baby crying in a crib,
To a toddler who can finally walk, going down to the river
then catching your first fish,
To going to school and learning your ABCs,
Grow!
A chick to a chicken,
You are growing and moving with life,
A baby dolphin, you are chatting as you swim on the wide
ocean that is your world,
Your first snow day, your first birthday, you keep growing.
Grow!
Going to a river and blowing out a dandelion larger than your
fist.
Growing, GROWING, GROW!

Isabella O’Brien
Ewing Young Elementary School, Newberg: Fifth Grade
Rachel Keyser, Teacher

Black Night with Golden Fire Flies

When it’s dark outside I can’t find you, unless you look at me
When you close your eyes I can’t find you, unless the light is
on
When you are hiding I can’t find you, unless you want to be
found
When your fur is covering your eyes I have no chance
Of finding you
Because
You’re as black as the still, cold night
Your eyes are like golden fire flies
I can only ever find you
If you want to be found
You are my
black night with golden fire flies

Lily Sommers
Ewing Young Elementary School, Newberg: Fifth Grade
Rachel Keyser, Teacher

Winter Trees

Winter trees, so cold and bare
Standing in the frigid air.
They do not mind the cold
They just stand there growing old,
And beneath a glistening coat of white new
leaves are sleeping deep.
In the spring a burst of green.
Awake, awake!
To the sounds of spring.
Budding blossoms and a fresh warm breeze
that smells of sun, soil, and leaves.

Salix Wartes-Kahl
Alsea School, Alsea: Fourth Grade
Tracy Stanton, Teacher

Something Magical

Sitting near the pond,
Watching fish swimming around making inaudible noises but
still somehow communicating.

Silent as a sloth,
But still quite relaxing,
Smelling the Scotch pine trees waving in the silent summery
breeze.

Feeling the hard hot rocks,
Enjoying the small patch of grass near the pond,
Where everything seemed somewhat magical.

Tasting the sweet taste of the summery breeze coming into my
mouth,
Tasting the piece of straw that I pulled near the water’s edge,
But somehow that straw that I pulled by the water’s edge
seemed magical.

Garron Williams
Ewing Young Elementary School, Newberg: Fifth Grade
Rachel Keyser, Teacher

Little Brown Bear

Over there is a little brown bear,
Sitting in a big green chair,
He’s reading a book,
Then he’s going to cook,
That’s the little brown bear.

Over there is a little brown bear,
With his spectacles on,
He was reading a book,
He was reading a book on how to cook,
That’s the little brown bear.

Over there is a little brown bear,
He was going to make a stew,
A really big stew,
A really big stew with lots of rice too,
That’s the little brown bear.

Alex Wise
Keating Elementary School, Salem: Fourth Grade
Amanda Wilde, Teacher