Poems for the Beginning of School
Something to give every student in your class to go home with the first day of school. Put these contents into a brown lunch bag and staple the poem and the kit items described to the front of the bag, or just put it inside the bag.
Did you wonder? Did you ponder?
What these contents had to do
With pencils, paper, spelling, math
And being a student-just like you?
Here's why your back -to-school kit contained these items:
Rubber band - to remind you of hugging and those times when you want to give a hug or want to receive one
Tissue - to remind you to dry someone's tears (or perhaps your own, so you can see the tears of others)
Button - to remind you to "button your lips" to keep from saying mean things about others or talking when it's not appropriate
Toothpick - to remind you to "pick out" the good qualities of everyone - including you
Band-Aid - to remind you of healing hurt feelings, either yours or someone else's
Candy Kiss - to remind you that everyone needs a nice treat occasionally
Gold Thread - to remind you that friendship is the golden thread that ties together the hearts of everyone
Eraser - to remind you that everyone makes mistakes sometimes, and that's all right
Lifesaver Candy - to remind you to think of me as YOUR "lifesaver." Whenever need to talk, feel free to come see me!!!
Mint - to remind you that you are worth a MINT to me!
Love,
September Colors
Remember September,
The colors that glow,
Look for the colors
Wherever you go.
Red is for sunset,
Blue is for sky.
Green is for grass
Growing brown by and by.
Yellow's for starlight.
Orange is for moon.
Purple's for oak leaves,
Coming down soon.
Golden trees shiver.
Siler trees bend.
Gray days are coming,
Or so says the wind.
So remember September,
The colors that glow,
Look for the colors
Wherever you go.
Twas the Night Before School Starts
from Ron Yorgason
T'was the night before school starts
And all through the place,
Not a smile was seen
On any kid's face.
Our bags were all stuffed
With our notebooks brand new,
And rulers and pencils
With erasers to chew.
Mournfully we
All crawled into bed,
Knowing too well
That the 'good life' was dead.
Then mom came in whistling
And kissed us goodnight,
With a bright cheery voice
That didn't seem right.
The night dragged on slowly
I just couldn't sleep,
For fear that my math teacher
Would be a real creep.
Or maybe a bully
Would give me a shove,
Or even more evil things
Than I could think of.
When from in the next room
There arose such a clummer,
My mom yelled, "I'm FREE!"
"I'm free 'till next summer!"
This must be a plot
By conspiring moms,
Who just want a break
To experience 'calm.'
Oh, must I go through it?!
How can I go on?
I want to escape
Run off to Saigon!
Nine months is too long
To suffer through school
The classes so rough
And teachers who're cruel.
"Come Donald! Come Conner!
Come Henry VanStation!
Come up to the board,
Do your multiplication!"
"And Julie, stop talking!
And Jimmy, wake up!
And Mary, right now,
Don't do your makeup!"
Teachers ever are hounding
They just never quit.
You do something wrong,
They go into a fit.
And so every year
About this same time,
I lie in bed sleepless
And just moan and whine.
Until morning comes,
And I hear my mom say,
"Good luck with your school!
And have a nice day!"
The Night Before School
'Twas the night before school started!
'Twas the night before school started
When all through the town
The parents were cheering.
It was a riotous sound.
By eight the kids were washed
And tucked into bed
When memories of homework
Filled them with dread
New pencils, new folders,
New notebooks, too,
New teachers, new friends-
Their anxiety grew.
The parents just giggled
When they learned of this fright
And shouted, "Upstairs!
GO TO BED! IT'S A SCHOOL NIGHT!"
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
I wonder
if my puppy
will wonder
where I am!
~Aileen Fisher
Sick
By: Shel Silverstein
"I cannot go to school today"
Said little Peggy Ann Mckay.
"I have the measles and the mumps,
A gash, a rash and purple bumps.
My mouth is wet,my throat is dry.
I'm going blind in my right eye.
My tonsils are as big as rocks,
I've counted sixteen chicken pox
And there's one more-that's seventeen,
And don't you think my face looks green?
My leg is cut, my eyes are blue
It might be instamatic flu.
I cough and sneeze and gasp and choke,
I'm sure that my left leg is broke
My hip hurts when I move my chin,
My belly button's caving in,
My back is wrenched, my ankle's sprained,
My 'pendix pains each time it rains.
My toes is cold, my toes are numb,
I have a silver in my thumb.
My neck is stiff, my voice is weak,
I hardly whisper when I speak.
My tongue is filling up my mouth,
I think my hair is falling out.
My elbow's bent my spine ain't straight,
My temperature is one-o-eight.
My brain is shrunk, I cannot hear,
There's a hole inside my ear.
I have a hangnail, and my heart is - What?
What's that? What's that you say?
You say today is .......Saturday?
G'bye, I'm going out to play!"
