 Rushing out the door, with my brown paper sack Carrying my supplies, in my new back pack Paper, pencils, scissors, crayons, and glue Butterflies fill tummies, and excitement too Busy bus stop chatter---as we wait in line For the yellow bus, that's always on time Anticipation awaits...of who will be----- In the same-- homeroom as me Running through the door, before the bell rings Wondering, what-- this new year will bring? I am in a new grade, and have a new teacher too I wonder what kind of things, we will learn do? There's a locker in my class, next to the door And I got a big kid desk (like the kids in grade four) We got new books, worksheets, and pens And today in class, I made some new friends The teacher made me, the new pledge leader And I'm in a reading group, called weekly readers We learned math and science and geography And we practiced for next weeks, spelling bee We went to the lunchroom, at eleven thirty-nine And I made another friend, as I waited in line After lunch was over (came the best part of the day) We got to have recess, and go outside to play Then the time came, to go home again------ I got on the bus and sat next to my new friend I can't wait till tomorrow, cause today was so fun I hope that everyday is as good, as day one. (c)copyright 2007 all rights reserved. New Years Poems Birthday Poems Childrens Poems Easter Poems A Portrait Painted In Words |