A Poetry Friday Celebration

Welcome, Poetry Friday bloggers and fans.I'm excited to host Poetry Friday this week because it's a special day. The third graders at Northfield Elementary, where I am poet-in-residence each spring, have their poetry celebration this afternoon!Thanks to everyone who has been following this residency and reading the kids' poems. I have a few more to share today.This year we wrote list poems, food poems, and played with our imaginations in a pocket poem workshop. Links to the posts in this series, which include workshop descriptions and student responses, are at the end of this post.Please add the link to your post below. If you have a moment, leave a comment for the Northfield poets. They've been working hard on their revisions and I can't wait to see the final poems today. The poems you read in this post are first drafts.Pocket PoemBy Isaac A.I have a jacketa jacket made of pockets.In pocket 9, I have a leopardgecko. I take him outsideand feed him insects. I willlet him loose to hunt,but I follow so he doesnot get lost or hurt.I think he likes mewhen he squeaks and peepshappily! I love him and I willalways let him eat anddrink when he wants to.In my next pocket, pocket66, I have a snake. Heslithers in my pocket.He loves playing hide-and-go-seek. But when I can'tfind him, I call his name."Snakey!" and he slithersout from a rock, log, or afence!***My Jacket, Pocket #9By Harry P.I have a jacketa jacket made of pockets.The pockets all have numbers,numbers on the jacket.Number nine has special skis.The skis would haveboosters and two powerful springs.The boosters would helpbecause it would getme up the mountainfaster than the list.The springs would helpbecause it would springme back up whenI fell down. I wouldsmell metal andmotor oil. It feels bumpy,rough, and hot.So, yeah!That's what's in pocketnumber nine.***Pocket #2By Brady S.In pocket #2, I kept a magic shoe.I could jump so high, I could touch thesky. And ran so I went into the past.The shoe turned red when Iwent to bed. When I want to besneaky and grab the last pieceof cake, the only sound I makeis like a piece of grass gettingdraped on the floor. What's in the other38 pockets? I don't know, you'll haveto guess. It's not for me to tell you.***Saturday's DoughnutsBy Cameron D.I wake up in the morningrunning as fast as Sonic.I tell my dad,"Let's go!"My brother and me fly into the car.We drive and drive and drive.With Krispy Kreme in our sight,all brand new."Finally!" we both yellas my dad orders.We watch in amazement.Doughnut after doughnut after doughnut.Seconds seem like minutes.My dad yells, "Come on!"We jump in the car,our mouths watering.We fly inside our house.We grab milk and eat, eat, eat.After, we lay full with those doughnuts,fresh and good.The best treat of Saturday.Saturday's doughnuts.***ChipsBy Cole S.I like the pop of the bag,the snap when I bite down,the salty, crunchy taste.I like every kind!I like it -- like potato chips,Old Bay chips, and Doritos.***Marshmallow MayhemBy Erin S.Wait, campfire crackles.Tents surround me.It's camping time!We run in the fields and chase each otherinstead of diving in the tent.Far away, we see smokeand that smell we'd know anywhere.S'mores! We help make them becausethere's a huge amount of people.Our reward is the gooey,slimy marshmallows. We wentto cook, but mine fell down.SPLAT!I got another and thistime it didn't fall.Everything that madea s'more was on it, butthe hardness of the chocolate.We put them on the arm of our chairs.Then we bite into thecreamy, gloopy, crunchinessof the marshmallow ors'more, as you could call it.Then we doze away.***Words in My HouseBy Caroline J.I hide words inside my house.Words that make me happy.Bed.Comfortable.Loud.You can see them.I find them waiting for me.Like the hamster hiding inside my house.You can see it.I know what's in there.Sofa.Safe.Table.Exciting.TV.Happy.Happiness is in there.My family is in there.The words are playing togetherwhen I am saying or thinking them.Warmth.Conversation.Laughter.Breezeis in my house.My friends the wordsgo home before I do.But they nevergo away.***Thanks again to the Northfield community for allowing me to share these poems. All are posted here with permission.I'll be back next spring with a new group of third grade poets!For more of this year’s student poems, please check out:Poems from Third Grade, Part 1 — List Poems (Ms. Spencer, Ms. Sochol-Solomon, and Ms. Scavo’s classes)Poems from Third Grade, Part 2 — List Poems (Ms. Hilliard and Ms. Trodden’s classes)Poems from Third Grade, Part 3 — Food Poems (Ms. Hilliard and Ms. Trodden’s classes)Poems from Third Grade, Part 4 — Food Poems (Ms. Spencer, Ms. Sochol-Solomon, and Ms. Scavo’s classes)Poems from Third Grade, Part 5 -- Pocket Poems (ll Third Grade Classes)