Back to School Poems





 September means it's time again                                        

  For going off to school.                                                    

The days are getting shorter                                               

  And the nights are getting cool.                                          






September is a time,

Of beginning for all

 Beginning of school

  Beginning of fall.




The First Day of School

I wonder if my drawing will be as good as theirs
I wonder if they'll like me, or just be full of stares
I wonder if my teacher will look like mom or gram
And I wonder if my puppy will wonder where I am.

Aileen Fisher









On my back a pack I carry
In it, all my treasures.
It's what I need
So I can be

One class higher!

Crayons, ruler, scissors too,
And yes a little Elmer's glue
Paper, pencils, in my bag…
Wonder what made mom so sad?

Trapper keeper, nice and neat
Will it really stay this clean?

On my back a pack I carry
In it, all my treasures!

Today I'll be
Just watch and see
One class higher!

Shelley Plum