If I Could Catch a Rainbow

If I could catch a rainbow,

I'd do it, just for you,

And share with you it's beauty,

On days when you feel blue.

If I could, I'd build a mountain,

You could call your very own,

A place to find serenity,

A place to be alone.

If I could take you troubles,

I would toss them in the sea,

But all these things, I'm finding,

Are impossible to me.

I cannot build a mountain,

Or catch a rainbow fair,

But let me be what I do best,

A friend who's always there.

By Sandra Lewis Pringle

Tent

My skin is like

A canvas tent

That’s stretched

From bone to bone

It’s cut to measure

Just for me,

I wonder where

It’s sewn?

And why can’t I

Unzip the front

And roam outside

Then in?

But here I stay,

Each night, each day,

Alone,

Within my skin.

Deborah Chandra

Here are some pictures of things that we have not done before:

1. Making a market in our classroom.

2. Making land forms in a shoe box.

3. Having Johnny Appleseed come to our room

and talk to us about his life as a pioneer!

These pictures give us a clue about our upcoming poem of the week:

Put Something In

Put Something In

Draw a crazy picture.

Write a nutty poem.

Sing a mumble-gumble song,

Whistle through your comb.

Do a loony-goony dance

'Cross the kitchen floor,

Put something silly in this world,

That ain't been there before!

By Shel Silverstein

“Breakfast”

I C U 8 your scrambled X.

I C U drank your T.

My heart is filled with NV,

R there NE X 4 me?

O Y is the carton MT now?

How greedy can U B

4 U 8 all the scrambled X

And left me 1 green P.

By Jeff Moss

Trees

Trees are the kindest things I know.

They do no harm, they simply grow.

And spread a shade for sleepy cows,

And gather birds among their boughs.

They give us fruit in leaves above,

And wood to make our house of,

And leaves to burn on Halloween,

And in the Spring new buds of green.

They are the first when day’s begun,

To touch the beams of morning sun.

They are the last to hold the light

When evening changes into night.

And when a moon floats on the sky

They hum a drowsy lullaby

Of sleepy children long ago…

Trees are the kindest things I know.

By Harry Behn

Autumn Leaves

Autumn leaves fall softly down.

They make a carpet on the ground.

Then swish the wind comes whistling by

And sends them flying to the sky.

Autumn leaves fall softly down.

Red and yellow, orange and brown.

Swirling, twirling, round and round.

Quietly, without a sound.

Author unknown

Hey Diddle Diddle

Hey diddle diddle

The cat and the fiddle

The cow jumped

Over the moon.

The little dog laughed

To see such sport

And the dish ran away

With the spoon, spoon,

Spoon, spoon.

The dish ran away

With the spoon.

A Mother Goose Poem