Scott has developed a knack for writing poems. Every week Scott is assigned to do one free-writing assignment in his 5th grade class; either a story, poem, or short essay. Scott has written quite a few poems during the past year, and we have compiled a file of his work on our computer. I think he's very talented and that he should continue writing. He's definitely inherited his dad's writing genes.
Here are a few of my favorite Scott poems:
Rats
By Scott North
Rats, rats, I love rats.
They are cute and fuzzy, just like cats.
Rats, rats, they are fun.
They like to steal from everyone.
Rats, rats, they love to eat.
They leave little crumbs on your sheet.
Rats, rats, they are fine,
And I’m happy that they’re mine.
The Sun and Stars
By Scott North
As I was walking home on the rough cement, hearing my footsteps, leaves crunching, birds in their nests cuddling with their chicks. The sun was touching the mountains. Then the sky turned pink, purple, dark blue to black. Stars were winking at me and I saw the constellations. There was the Milky Way, and the full moon came out. I was a few more steps to my house. Then a cool breeze blew in. It was almost eight o'clock. I went inside to brush my teeth and get dressed in some pajamas. I went to my cozy bed ready for the next day.
A Poem about Cats and Rats
by Scott North
I love cats,
I love rats.
Cats are fun,
Rats like to run.
Cats purr, purr, purr.
Rats whisper.
Cats are soft,
Rats are soft.
By Scott North
One Easter day my step-mom, Becky
Knocked on my door.
She said a white rat was turned loose.
I went to go look for it,
And soon I did,
And it was a girl.
Then I looked for Becky.
We decided it would be Cookie.
Homework
by Scott North
I get homework every day!
Even Saturday and Sunday!
Oh, that’s too bad.
Aren’t you sad?
No, I’m not, you see,
Because my teacher Mrs. Applebee,
Has chocolate for work.
Monday white, Tuesday milk, Wednesday regular, Thursday dark.
Pop! Darn, it was only a dream!
Too bad, instead my teacher
gives me ice cream.
Batman
by Scott North
The Batman is feared.
He has never been cheered.
He is in his cave.
He goes into
He fights villains bad,
And Commissioner Gordon is glad.
By Scott North & Michael Moreland
There was a beautiful mouse
Who lived in a vacant old house.
There was an old rat,
Who was a big brat,
And fell out of the chair and went splat.
2 comments:
Those are great. I think the one about his family is the best. It's so sweet.
Oh! Scott should have entered my poetry challenge! But maybe I'll make it an annual competition--for National Poetry Month (which happens to be April, I think.)
Anyway, nice work, Scott. :)
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