This week’s Badgerblog showcases a poem by a very talented third-grader from Smith Elementary. Ian read this same poem at our Spring Community-Wide Reading May 15, yielding laughter and delight from an audience of nearly one hundred people. Not only is Ian an excellent poet, but also an excellent performer. Congratulations!
If Cats Could Fly
If cats could fly, they’d be in the sky.
If cats could fly, pilots wouldn’t have to.
If cats could fly, we’d all cry.
If cats could fly, they’d have to watch out for ceiling fans.
If cats could fly, they’d be so high.
Ian, third grade, Smith Elementary School
Alongside last week’s aberrant snow storm, we also get those reminder days—the days with just enough sunshine and warmth to signal the coming spring (which only means summer is closer than we’d like). This week’s Badgerblog selection by Aned from Smith Elementary reminds us what’s ahead as we leave behind the rain and snow to usher in blue skies and green leaves. In this poem, Aned has populated a park with an assortment of sunbathers and fun-seekers. Her lines “The sun is so hot” and “The grass is so green” very simply capture the nostalgia for those days when the world seems almost cinematic. Congratulations to Aned on an excellent poem!
There are people in the park.
Women with skirts and their mini umbrellas,
Sailors sailing their sailboats,
Dogs and children playing,
Men laying down in the sun.
The sun is so hot.
Dogs are running around,
The children are chasing the dogs,
Picking flowers, swimming,
A lady staring at the sea.
The grass is so green.
A grandma and grandpa dancing in the park,
Tall trees the children can climb on,
Ducks in the pond,
People on their picnic blankets.
Families walking, families running.
Hats with flowers, little animals,
Children with little hats, grass in the pond,
Colorful flowers and beautiful dresses,
Children playing tag and hide-and-go-seek.
There are people in the park
Aned, third grade, Smith Elementary School
Winter is blue like when your face gets blue,
like a bluebell and a fluffy soft blanket.
Winter is white like a skull,
like white teeth, and a plain T-shirt.
Winter is gray like a teacher’s chair,
like the color of a pencil mark
and a pair of gray boots in the snow.
Austin, third grade, Smith Elementary School