Four Poems

WORD ART by Hoke Waterman, 5th grade

Fall

Trees on fire

Their leaves so bright

In the distance

A boy flies a kite

When leaves become acrobats

In this pretty season

I can sit outside

And I don’t need a reason

Time for autumn

The trees admit

It’s fall’s turn

To take its hit

Red, orange, yellow, and green

Many of every shade

Look at the brillant nature

It’s all what fall made

What we do at Night

We run with the shadows

When the sun comes up, we hide

To our great master

We all humbly abide

Claws as sharp as daggers

Teeth, crimson red

We will sneak up on you

While your in bed

Each night we get a meal

Quite a filling one, too

No, we’re not ghosts

Those dumb things say “Boo”

But we say nothing

As we crawl along the floor

Next thing you know

We’re at your bedroom door

The Monster under my Bed

No one believes me

But it’s definitely there

Beady red eyes

And ugly shaggy hair

But the worst parts of all

Are its glittering teeth

Its hideous mouth

Grimacing beneath

Every night it comes out

And watches me sleep

Sometimes I see it

But I never make a peep

First, its claws reach over my bed

I’m scared I might die

Then it stands up, seven feet tall

As its mouth open wide

The Thing in the Water

A quaint little village

A lake on one side

A shady little forest

Where children like to hide

“Don’t go to the lake,

”

They’ll warn

For if you ever ever do

You’ll wish you were never born

There’s a thing in the water

Each week it gets a feast

Most children don’t believe

That there really is a beast

And so they get killed

Or at least disappear

And that’s why, my friends

The lake, you should never be near