Moving Words 2008 Student Poems
                
                A Bad Day
I am feeling Picasso today
	With my arms behind my back.
	With my eye on my head
	With my arm through my back
	With my leg on my arm
	I am feeling Picasso today.
	Alison Ming Jones
		1st Grade
		Arlington Science Focus School
	Darkness
	I can see only one thing,
		And that is black,
		The day will never come back.
		I wonder what is out there,
		Out beyond this black air.
	My ears are strong,
		My eyes are weak,
		The beyond is what I seek.
		All I see is darkness.
	
		Sam Grimmelbein
			5th Grade
			Arlington Science Focus School
	
 
Wise Man
The wise man
	Looks up into the sky
	And is not afraid
	To name all the constellations
	But is afraid
	To name a new one
	Spencer Atkin
		2nd Grade
		Arlington Science Focus School
	The Night Cycle
	Night is when the prancing gold stars go out to dance
		they dance by the sea, the waves crashing down like heavy footsteps keeping the beat
		the sun peeks out of his thin wispy sheets to see what is going on
		but by the time the boy had woken up the stars were nestled in their own galaxy of night
	Laurel Bartalon
		6th Grade
		Kenmore Middle School
 
	Tomorrow Well Deserved
	What will I do on this tomorrow well deserved?
		I may relax and fall into it.
		Or I may let the day fall into me.
		I will take activity at my leisure.
		A thinker on the bed with my books and thoughts.
		Being busy,
		being idle,
		being happy and free.
		On this tomorrow well deserved.
	
		Kyle T. Conway
			7th Grade
			Kenmore Middle School
	
	The Song of the Forest
	Child, come here
		To the streams and the trees
		Where the sun welcomes the bright days of spring
		And bear awakens from his deep sleep
		Child, child, come here
	Yes, child, come to the wilderness
		Where wolf serenades moon
		And gentle deer
		Runs for fear
		Child, child, come here
	
		Grace Maurer
			5th Grade
			Jamestown Elementary School
	
	Hand
	Little pink and talented fingers, on the verge to lift things they linger.
	Shiny, smooth fingernails to stab and scratch they never fail.
	All of the features of the marvelous hand, the most able creature in all the land.
	Uses its spectacular skills only to my every whim.
	Each finger acts as the most gifted limb.
	It’s been with me through and through.
	There are so many wonderful things that it can do.
	Pick the ripest banana from the bunch; give the most evil man a mighty punch;
	Squeeze and pry the greatest hug; swat at the most aggravating bug.
	Whether rosy pink or black as ash, it is the most mighty possession I can lash.
	
		Ellen Nye
			5th Grade
			Tuckahoe Elementary School
	
	If you give a Wookie a Guitar
	If you give a wookie a guitar he’ll eat it. Then,
		chances are, he’ll ask for some milk. After he drinks the
		milk, chances are, he’ll want to go to the movies. After
		watching Kong Fu Panda ten times, chances are, he’ll
		ask for a piece of corn. After he throws the corn at a
		neighbor, chances are, he’ll ask for a guitar.
	
		Timothy Fry
			4th Grade
			Arlington Traditional School
	
	If
	If…a dragon burned down my house,
 
	
	If…the big boat we’re going on sank,
	
		We would die.
	
	If…the books I love could not be read,
	
		My, oh my!
	
	I could keep going with the if’s and why’s,
	
		But…oops,
	
	I dropped my pencil. Sigh!
	
		Abby M. Fry
			2nd Grade
			Arlington Traditional School
	
	Unseen
	I’ve seen the unseen,
		a distance in the wild,
		scurried away.
		A glimpse I got.
		Don’t know what it was.
		I do know that its eyes
		glittered with golden jewels.
		Don’t know what it was,
		a distance in the wild.
	
		Bryanna McDermott
			3rd Grade
			Ashlawn Elementary School
	
	The Cat
	The cat stares into the open door,
		I climb the stairs a little more.
	Inside was darkness where she lures,
		and in that darkness nothing stirs.
	She turns her head and stares at me,
		I turn my head like I do not see.
	
		Chloe Rogers
			4th Grade
			Arlington Traditional School
	
	Riddles
	Riddles are my pet, though they
		run loose so many times. But I tame
		them, find their answer. So, the hard
		one is stone, but I care for it still. It
		is as simple as me, but I am not very
		simple. No, I’m quite complicated.
		But never mind. Riddles are easiest
		when you love them.
 
	
		Charlotte Maskelony
			3rd Grade
			Glebe Elementary School