My shoes, my shoes,
My colorful shoes,
Covered in greens
And reds and blues.
They’re a little big
So I can wiggle my toes,
The stripes match almost
All of my clothes.
I can go biking,
Walking and hiking,
I can play basketball,
Run down the hall,
That’s why I like these shoes
Most of all.
Happy poetry month! This is a poem I wrote for my Language Arts class about shoes. We’ve been writing poems all month and it is just delightful!
We have our annual Dream Flags celebration coming up soon, where the whole school gets together to write and speak aloud poetry. It’s been one of my favorite things to do ever since 6th grade when I first learned about it once I started middle school. Too bad, though, this year neither the chorus or the band is performing in it, as the school has decided to focus entirely on poetry, and I can’t blame them for that. I wonder how it’s all going to play out this year. Also, I’ve heard rumours that if it’s too hot, we’re going to do it inside the gym. But, I don’t really think that’s a good idea, because then we won’t be able to see the poems hanging outside in the breeze, like they’re meant to be.
The cat cries at the back screen door
He thinks, What are you playing this sick game for?
I’ve just put the flea stuff all over his skin
Now he wants to go out instead of staying in
He rubs up against my leg,
His big, almond eyes are starting to beg
Oh, please, Oh, please, Won’t you let me out?
I can almost see his lips forming a pout
He meow meow meows in a pleading way
When all he wants to do is run about and play
Then he sits down to come up with an excuse
Probably thinking, This is animal abuse!
Just when I think he’s calmed down a bit
Soon he’s off on another fit
I can barely concentrate with him staring at me
All I can think is What a poor kitty
At last I hear a Ding! and the treatment is done
Now my flealess kitty can finally have some fun