This page is for poetry week and for poetry week we will search up poem and we will post it on this page. After poetry week ends we will stop posting poems but we will not delete this page because we will keep the poems for you to read. - Shara
Poems from Shara
A Song from the Suds
Queen of my tub, I merrily sing,
While the white foam raises high,
And sturdily wash, and rinse, and wring,
And fasten the clothes to dry;
Then out in the free fresh air they swing,
Under the sunny sky.
I wish we could wash from our hearts and our souls
The stains of the week away,
And let water and air by their magic make
Ourselves as pure as they;
Then on the earth there would be indeed
A glorious washing day!
Along the path of a useful life
Will heart's-ease ever bloom;
The busy mind has no time to think
Of sorrow, or care, or gloom;
And anxious thoughts may be swept away
As we busily wield a broom.
I am glad a task to me is given
To labor at day by day;
For it brings me health, and strength, and hope,
And I cheerfully learn to say-
"Head, you may think; heart, you may feel;
But hand, you shall work always!"
Louisa May AlcottHow it Was by Sally Britain
just didn't care
people there without expression
It's Monday morning at 7:01.
You’re still half asleep; your homework’s half done.
Your shower is cold; your oatmeal’s dry.
Your mother forgets to kiss you good-bye.
You’re walking to school; it’s thirty degrees.
Your fingers won’t work; your toes and ears freeze.
Your zipper is stuck; your left sneaker squeaks.
Your backpack strap snaps; your soup thermos leaks.
You slip on school steps; you trip in the hall. The toilet floods in the bathroom stall. The gym door is locked; library’s the same. The principal greets you by the wrong name. Your classroom is hot; the coat rack is packed. Your bean sprout is dead; your clay pot is cracked. Your pencils are dull; the sharpener jams. Your fingers get crunched when your desktop slams. Your math partner’s gone; your neighbor is rude. Your teacher’s again in a crabby mood. The morning bell rings; it is 8:01. Come cozy up to the whiteboard, Another school day’s begun.