A fitting poem for the last day of April.

Books & Me

by

Pat Mora

We belong

together,

books and me,

like toast and jelly

o queso y tortillas.

Delicious! ¡Delicioso!

Like flowers and bees,

birds and trees,

books and me.

©2009 Pat Mora. All rights reserved.

Mrs. Foster's Favorite Poem!

Ken Nesbitt's Favorite Words

Spatula.
Linoleum.
Persnickety.
Bermuda.
Cattywumpus.
Flabbergasted.
Fuddy-duddy.
Gouda.

Nincompoop
and scuttlebutt.
Kerfuffle
and gazebo.
Dipthong.
Macadamia.
Skedaddle
and placebo.

Spackle.
Grackle.
Folderol.
Galoshes.
Dollop.
Frizzle.
Uvula.
Mustachioed.
Jacuzzi.
Juju.
Swizzle.

Tighty-whitey.
Hoity-toity.
Hurly-burly.
Spleen.
Piggly-wiggly.
Artsy-fartsy.
Namby-pamby.
Preen.

That's my list
of favorite words,
the greatest
words around.
I really don't care
what they mean.
I love the way
they sound.

--Kenn Nesbitt

Pops of Farm Color

Cow Colors

Creamy 

coat with

spots of 

ink

Chocolate

eyes in

slow deep

blink

Only 

browns

and blacks,

you think

'Til tongue

rolls out in

soft sweet 

pink

From Flashy, Clashy, and Oh-So Splashy; Poems about color by Laura Purdie Salas

Metamorphosis

Caterpillars

What do caterpillars do?
Nothing much but chew and chew.

What do caterpillars know?
Nothing much but how to grow.

They just eat what by and by
will make them be a butterfly,

But that is more than I can do
however much I chew and chew.

Aileen Fisher

April is Poetry Month

All month long I'm going to post poems on our blog and send them to you.  Read them to your class if you find one that speaks to you.  We have lots of poetry websites on our Highland blog for students to explore as well.  If you have a favorite poem that you'd like to share see me and we would love to host you as a guest poster!

I've loved this poem since I was a young bookish girl.  I had a small Little Golden book that featured poetry by famous people.  This was one:

The Swing

How do you like to go up in a swing,

   Up in the air so blue?

Oh, I do think it the pleasantest thing

   Ever a child can do!

Up in the air and over the wall, 

   Till I can see so wide,

Rivers and trees and cattle and all

   Over the countryside-

Till I look down on the garden green,

   Down on the roof so brown-

Up in the air I go flying again,

   Up in the air and down!

~Robert Louis Stevenson