Our Illustrative Presentation champion representing 2nd grade is
Dagny Plantier
This is the second year we set out to recognize our blossoming poets with global recognition on the internet. The volume of spectacular writing our children produce could fill more pages than we have time to create. Thus, we took April, National Poetry Month, to challenge our gifted authors to rise to the occasion by submitting a work or more they were proud of. The single top poem in each grade grouping is here to be immortalized on pomcom.org!
While the plan was to again honor one winner in each grade band (k-2, 3-5, 6-8), the number and variation of submissions required the addition of awards or a knockdown, dragout, black and blue battle between the judges! We went with the former. If that was not enough for you, Mrs. Werstler has sent us another student reciting a poem in Spanish!
While I thought the judging would be easier the second time through it was not! Thanks to all of our authors who submitted. We are excited to read next year's batch already!
With the sun and the wet showers
bring beatuiful flowers.
There are pink, purple and white
from the shining sunlight.
Butterflies, hummingbirds, and bees enjoy them too.
They would not enjoy them without you!
I would flap I would float,
I would travel all day,
I would soar, I would rise
The birds will come to play,
When I can fly.
My friends are so sweet just like honey,
I am just so lucky.
My friends are all so funny,
They make my day all so sunny.
My friends are all so nice,
I could never give them a price.
My friends are all so caring,
They just keep me staring.
My friends are all so wonderful,
It gives me a great feeling of being so powerful.
Writing isn't a skill you pick up
It's not something that is handed to you
It's not somthing you are born with
It's not something you just get
It's something you earn
It's something you deserve
It's something you live for
When you are given a skill
You haven't earned it
And it deserves better
When you are devoted to a skill
It has earned you
And you have earned it
Writing is different
She always deserves better
You are merely a stepping stone
A stepping stone is important
A stepping stone is a step for mankind
But
A finish for you
If you think you are good at writing
You are wrong
Writing must think you are good enough for her
Writing is failure
An failure is improvement
Failure is merely the test
Pass
And not only
Will
Writing step on you
She
Will take you with her
There once was student Ella Howe.
She's riding her horses right now.
She doesn't want to quit.
She loves doing it!
Hey, it's better than riding a cow!
I love cats so much.
They are so lovely and so cute.
I love cats too much.
My grandma was on tv!
Yippee, yippee!
There once was a student named Anna,
Who every day ate a banana.
She always got sick,
because she ate so quick.
So she moved herself to Montana.
Squirrels come out.
Poppies start to sprout.
Rainbows come out.
Irises start to bloom.
Nests bursting with babies.
Glowing fireflies and bees.
The cry of the montain top,
the cry of hate.
Hazel, alone in her fear.
Mysteries swirling around her,
asking to be answered.
How did I get here?
What is my destiny?
Dreams of freedom coursing through her head.
Waiting for an answer
The mountain top prison,
empty, filled with hatred.
The bite of the wind,
like 1,000 needles.
Acts of malice,
stinging with the pain of 1000 knives.
Waiting for a savior,
saving her from isolation,
from pain.
One dream, one wish,
no hope.
Wishes of civilization,
wishes that never came true.
It's freedom!
It's opportunity!
It's power!
Go climb a tree!
Get mud on your hands!
Go play a game of football.
Smell the needles on the evergreens.
Get outside!
Search for the geese flying like jets in perfect formation!
Hear the call of a bald eagle
as it majestically glides through the air!
Get outside!
See the fish in the great blue ocean.
Feel the cool breez blowing against you.
Notice the deer running and galloping as it grazes in the woods;
its massive antlers look flawless
among the massive oak treees.
See the moose with his shaggy fur coat staying warm in
another snowy New England winter.
Get outside!
Jesus saved us,
sacrificing His life.
Misery and pain Jesus went through,
just for our freedom.
Yet bad people remain,
turning away from His light.
We seem unworthy,
unworthy of His love and grace.
Jesus is too good for us,
so perfect and holy.
How do we change?
Change all the evil and darkness.
Let His light overflow,
turn to His light.
It will undoubtedly,
change your life.