| Andrew, is a boy in
my class. He really enjoys writing poetry. Sometimes he'll do poetry
after homework. Can you imagine that?
So, I decided to have an Andrew Poetry Page. Hope you enjoy these poems as much as I did!! The first one is not really a poem, but a touching tribute to Andrew's Grandma J.
My Memories of Grandma Do you know how it feels losing a wonderful picture that you created? Well, that's how I felt losing my Grandma. She died recently and is now in heaven. Grandma was the first to pick me up when I was a baby. I didn't cry...I don't know why I just laughed. Grandma was the best sewer. She sewed me blankets. The one thing that sticks out in my head is: When I was six, at Christmastime, we both woke up early and she let me open my presents before anyone else. Since her passing I know I have to tuck the good times away in my heart. I continue to remember when we used to talk! Boy! She loved to talk. As I go on in my average life, I can tell to my children the amazing stories that Grandma passed on. In loving memory of "Grandma J." By: Andrew Feb. 5, 2001
As the sunset glows I wonder about... Space And how the solar system runs How clouds form shapes of things How the moon changes How snow falls And how rain runs through my hair in the summer. I wonder- How a storm comes How fallen stars zip through the sky? But most of all I wonder- How in the 1860's' the runaway slaves followed the North Star? By: Andrew Feb. 7, 2001
What is Love? This is how I imagine love. Love tastes like sweet, wild honey. Love looks like a big humongous Light that goes into you And my eyes light-up. Then I say, "I love you!" Love feels like A very warm presents of someone Who I love, that suddenly appears. Love sounds like An echo in my heart. By: Andrew Feb.7, 2001
Bat Poems: We studied bats awhile ago. In cleaning my classroom in June, I came across a large brown envelope. I had no idea who wrote these poems until I read them. Andrew cheerfully told me it was his. Enjoy them they are great! As the moon sparkles its joy A bat catches a bug and glides its Mighty wings For hundreds of miles. It stands humbly before its prey And strikes at it again. The bat is joyfully happy.
As the moon shines A bat glides through the starry sky. As it flits and flitters through the woods The bat stops at the tip of a fire flaming Near a mountain It speeds up until It comes to an end.
As the moon glares down on A beautiful site In the middle of a park All the bugs are out My soul comes to its senses And my heart trembles with ice A bat may be lucky But I am not Because he, the bat, has a furry coat All I have is a thin, white blanket.
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