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MOVING WORDS HOME
Moving Words Series VII
The student poems below have been chosen to be displayed on Arlington Metobuses from October-December, 2000.
THE FIELD OF WONDER
The golden grass spreads for miles and miles.
The wheat’s stacked up neatly in piles and piles.
Bees sting my feet as I wander around.
But why should I care?
It’s just me and my hound.
The wind pulls back on my golden brown hair.
A cub runs past with his mother bear.
This field of wonder is just in my dream.
Really I’m just by the junkyard stream.
Miranda Webster
Grade 3, Jamestown Elementary School
THE ANGEL
There was my aunt outside
barefoot on the green grass.
In front of the sunrise
she looked like an angel.
She was singing while she picked flowers,
a multitude of words flying up to the sky.
Jennifer Park
Grade 4, Abingdon Elementary School
DRYING UP
Leaves are the best way
To describe my grandma’s hands.
They dry up
And get many wrinkles in the winter.
And then they become moist
And smooth in the summer.
Blaire Buergler
Grade 7, Kenmore Middle School
PEACE STREET
Light song went
take time sister
Peace Tree Street told his
imagination,
some were cats going
as pet box wolves,
a pig is like the laugh
of a dog.
A soft song went,
stop, walk, and listen,
the wind truly went together.
Angelique Earley
Grade 5, Abingdon Elementary School
BEIRUT WEDDING AMONG THE RUBBLE
The ugly city’s violent street shooting has destroyed our childhood,
The place where you and I grew up once upon a time.
Is this sight of destruction what our future holds?
As we are standing here trying to run away
From the ashes of our childhood that has gone away.
Gothami Gunasekera
Grade 8, Swanson Middle School
INSIDE MY BACKPACK
It’s a whole new world in there
A ten ton weight, a big armchair
A circus elephant for show
A flock of geese, I wish they’d go.
My backpack is a taunting cliff
And on top of that, a large man named Biff
You wouldn’t like to hold my pack
It’s a rumbling, bumbling, humungous sack.
Thomas Norris
Grade 8, Kenmore Middle School
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