We have been busy beavers unpacking the structure of many types of poetry. We have been investigating how poets use language and words to paint pictures in our minds. Please enjoy these first grade poems…we have such talent among us.
I am a worm.
I have no hair.
I am slithering in the dirt.
I see grass.
I hear something walking over me.
I touch the ground.
I feel hungry.
I can wiggle.
I am a worm.
by Zach
Spring is the yellow butterfly gliding in the air.
It is the green trees growing buds.
And the beautiful flowers popping up.
by Aryal
Spring is birds chirping and sleeping and waking up.
It is bumble bees flying to land on a flower.
And it is the yellow and purple flowers
bursting out of the soil.
by Riona