The Poet's Corner |
Thanks to the effort of our sixth grade teachers: Mrs. Edstrom, Miss Mara, and Mrs. McQuaid, five of our students were chosen for publication in the 2011 Poetry Collection of the American Library of Poetry, Acclaimed. Now seventh graders, we congratulate Bridget Austin-Weiss, Robert Bender, Madeline Devin, Marissa Gallato, and Mingsley Jiang for their fine effort. Congratulations to their teachers, too, for the guidance that allowed these students to receive national acknowledgment of their gifts and talents. |
Never been to an Irish Feis? Marissa Galloto’s descriptive poem will let you know what you’ve been missing!
Irish Dancing
by Marissa Gallato
All of the sunning dancers lined up straight
With their dazzling dresses, they look absolutely great.
Waiting placidly to prance around the immense stage,
The sparkling make-up makes them look another age.
When the radiant dancers enchantingly leap and bounce,
There is a friendly person to sweetly announce.
Step after step the gorgeous dancers radiantly dance.
The serious old dancers sit and eventually glance.
Their curly wigs and leather shoes flop around
Loud music makes me hear not a sound.
After each magnificent dance the respectful audience claps.
Leap after leap the glamorous dress wildly flaps.
Each brilliant dancer receives a thoughtful shiny prize.
When the dancer gets first she excitingly cries. |
Can poetry be used to persuade others to appreciate the winter season, more than perhaps they have done before? In Robert Bender’s poem, Snow, it seems that it can!
Snow
by Robert Bender
The snow forms a solid arch.
The ponds are frozen until March.
The leaves are heavy with ice.
The animals are indoors, even the mice.
For Wintertime is the best time.
And the worst time is Summertime.
The sun hides in the South.
The extreme cold freezes the mouth.
You see true beauty in the snow.
The simmering icicles continue to grow.
Everyone should rejoice that it’s winter.
And not say that it feels bitter.
Snow forms shapes in a tree.
Fish sleep deep in the sea. |
Do you ever notice that are seasons are often marked by the color white? Bridget Austin-Weiss’s poem, White, reminds us of the beauty of white in our world..
White
by Bridget Austin-Weiss
White is the color of the first snow
everyone’s been longing for since July,
the luscious marshmallows on hot chocolate
as our satisfying reward for shoveling the driveway.
The color of the white Christmas,
and the sparkling trees with snow drizzled on top.
The color of dazzling white flowers
begging to sprout in the spring.
White is the color of pants on Easter
that everyone tries their hardest not to get dirty.
White is the color of running away from foam
on the water during summer.
White is the color of peace, which we all need a little of. |
Can a sports lover also be a poet? As Mingsley Jaing’s poem, Hero of Soccer, demonstrates, of course, he can!
Hero of Soccer
by Mingsley Jaing
Central person is the goalkeeper.
He secures the open net,
Ceases when the ball gets deeper.
There won’t be a threat,
With him on the field.
Confident eyes scan the field.
The goal he will shield.
Eager crowds are all astound.
Swift hands snatch the ball,
Then launch to ready ally.
Lunges quickly as it falls.
Determined adversaries will not sigh,
Eventually they will all concede.
The hardy goalkeeper is brave,
So you should all heed
Every shot he will save! |
Is home where your heart is? In Madeline Devin’s poem, A Place, a Heart, a Home, it is clear that her heart is certainly in her home!
A Place, a Heart, a Home
by Madeline Devin
I come from a home of joking and laughter,
From home and independence.
I come from a place where neighbors are like cousins,
From concerts in the basement on Saturday nights.
I come from a place where music is everything,
From the heart of Van Halen, Rush and The Many.
I come from the heart of a chef and a rocker,
From a home where “sup” is a real word.
I come from a home that always smells of fresh, warm brownies,
From Boston and its accent.
I come from the heart of Ireland
From the woods and animals.
I come from the mythical creatures, nymphs, and mermaids
From respect and harmony, love and light. |
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