March Poetry Posts

Every Saturday

By: Callie~4th Grade

Every Saturday

The clock hits seven

And I have to get up.

Every Saturday

I get ready

Barely awake.

Every Saturday

I struggle

As my eyes close.

Every Saturday

The sun burst on me

As I try to eat.

Every Saturday

I get in the car

And drive away.

Two Little Brothers

by Alethea~4th Grade

You’d have to be crazy

Or smart

Or experienced

To keep up with two brothers

Such as mine.

They’re like oil and water,

So why would you bother,

To get them to agree on anything.

You’d have to be crazy

Or smart

Or experienced

To keep up with two brothers

Such as mine.

They are always fighting,

And rarely uniting,

On anything they want.

You’d have to be crazy

Or smart

Or experienced

To keep up with two brothers

Such as mine.

They are really annoying,

Loud and roaring,

Which makes me want to scream!

You’d have to be crazy

Not smart

Not experienced

To love two brothers

Such as mine.

They might be little brats,

And when they mess up something you say “rats!”

But without them my life has

No adventure.