Third graders are amazing poets. Here are just a few of the original poems to come out of our class. Stop by the bulletin board outside our classroom to read more poems.
Rain
Rain
Wind
Air
I stand
in the garden
waiting.
I'm soaked
to the skin
but I'm still
waiting.
I look up.
The sky is
a brilliant gray.
I hear a sound.
I freeze
as a bird
takes flight
for the first
time.
by Padma
Winter
It is winter.
The snow is falling
softly.
The trees are bare.
Winter.
by Zain
