SCHOOL POEMS
 SCHOOL SUPPLIES
I filled my supply box with markers and tape,
pencils, erasers, and glue,
scissors, a ruler, erasable pens.
Now I can’t close it. Can you?
DEEP IN MY DESK
Deep in my desk,
 under papers and pencils
and tissues and folders and glue,
wedged between homework
and crumpled art projects
and maybe an old snack or two,
somewhere among all the
markers and crayons
and library books overdue,
there is a math book I need right away.
Yes! There’s the edge of it! Phew!
 CLASSROOM HELPER
I want to help.
What can I do?
Erase the board
and wash it, too?
Clap erasers?
Sweep the floor?
Pass out straws?
Hold the door?
Put the recess balls away?
Lead the class at
Pledge today?
I see my name.
What job is mine?
Hurrah!
I get to lead the line!
THE SUBSTITUTE TEACHER
When I got to school today,
my teacher wasn’t there.
 Someone else was at her desk
and sitting in her chair.
She didn’t have my teacher’s smile
or hands
or hair
or voice.
She didn’t ask if she could stay.
I didn’t have a choice.
Her smile was warm and friendly.
She told us all her name.
She taught us math and phonics.
We played a spelling game.
She read a funny chapter book
and had us read some, too.
She did just about everything
our own teacher would do.
I learned a lot at school today.
I had a lot of fun.
If my teacher’s out again,
I hope we get this one!
 FIRE DRILL
Quietly we sat,
concentrating well,
adding and subtracting.
THEN WE HEARD A BELL!
It was like no other,
loud and long and shrill.
“Line up!” said our teacher.
“IT’S A FIRE DRILL!
Leave your books and pencils.
Stand up right away.
Don’t take coats or backpacks.
EVERYTHING MUST STAY.”
In a line, we hurried,
walking as a class,
straight across the pavement
OVER TO THE GRASS.
Every class stood out there.
All was strangely still.
There we were, a school on hold
FOR A FIRE DRILL.
ON THE MOVE
 My pencil’s looking dull again.
My throat feels awfully dry.
I have to use the bathroom.
Is there something in my eye?
Imagine all the work I’d do
if I stayed in my seat.
Yet somehow, I keep finding ways
to get up on my feet.
 OPEN HOUSE
Welcome to our classroom!
Come in! Sit down and stay.
Learn what it is we’re learning.
See how we spend our day.
From The Big Book of Classroom Poems |