Potomac Elementary School
2nd, 3rd, 4th and 5th Grade
Student Poetry - Page 2
2005 - 2006
Potomac Elementary Lower School Poetry written under the guidance of
Potomac Elementary School Poet in Residence Alex Tinari

A Dream Full of Fur
by Dakota Frank

Going in the wolf was like
a dream full of fur.
Splashing in the puddle of saliva
| on the mushroom-soft tongue.
Floating on a cell
on the fast
and glittering red blood.
Climbing up the bone
as if you were
outside rock climbing.
Going in the ear
and being able to hear
the owl hoot.
Lying on the heart,
beating and beating quickly.
Sliding down the eyeballs,
slimy and wet like in a waterpark.
Swimming in the wetness
in the nose…
Was all a dream full of fur.

Freedom
by Morgan Lutz

Down in Mississippi
Freedom became useful.
It was used like a wind vane.
It whinnied through the valleys
because everybody needed it.
The temperature was high
during the Freedom season,
a lot of blacks needed to be free,
they also needed the right to vote.

The atmosphere should have had
a bit more help. But sometime later,
it got what it wanted. Freedom
floated by like stratus, cumulus,
and cirrus clouds.

“Beaver marks in the wood…”
by Lacy Taylor

Beaver marks in the wood.
Chew marks, soft and rough
at the same time. I listened
to the one who was teaching
but her voice – it slipped away.

I wondered, “Why does a beaver
need wood?” I looked again
only to see the chew marks.
They looked like a garden
that just got raked
by a farmer in a hurry,
the sides uneven, like when
a taller person and shorter person
are turning the jump rope.

The chew marks, so soft, so rough.

What’s Inside?
by Kady Linnell

I see a desk. What’s in it?
Books, rocks, chairs, computers,
people, paintings, shirts, opened
candy canes? What? Let’s go see.

Minor set back…the desk has
a lock on it. Guess we can’t go in.
Sorry.

I want to go inside a star
in the sky. What’s in it?

A heart, beautiful artwork, what?

I’d like to know, but I don’t think

I ever will.

Recipe for Friends
by Chelsea Wood

At my old school
I had more than a smidgeon of fun
and even more than a cup of fun.

I had a big serving of fun.

I miss my old school.

I had a silver sprinkle for my best friends

in the whole world. They made me laugh until

I fell down. We never even had a teaspoon

of fights. That is my story

about my old school.

Ferocious
by Travis Wood

My sisters are so ferocious
when they get out of bed. Their hair
sizzling up in the air. It looks like
they just electrocuted themselves.

Then right when they get out of bed
they are grouchy. They yell at you
and hit you. And during the day
they are shiny and nice. But after schoo they are so mean to you.

And the next morning they electrocute
themselves more.
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