If happy was a color,
It would be yellow.
As yellow as a sunflower.
It would be sweet just like bananas.
If happy was a feeling,
It would be as fluffy as a pillow.
If happy was a smell,
It would be as dazzling as a sweet rose.
If happy was a sound,
It would be as melodious as a hummingbird.
-Grace U
Leaving 5th grade is like leaving a part of life behind you.
friends leaving and memories only in your thoughts.
Going to the next level seems like fun but it feels like half of me is dead, gone,s ad.
Making new memories to patch the old. As days grow closer to the last day of school we grow older.
I have learned a lot and am ready to learn more.
Tears will run down our eyes as life is just memories.
Fifth Grade is gone and done forever.. just memories and thoughts.
A goodbye.
By Alisa S.
The sky is always
A shade of blue; dark, light, pale
It’s a cloudy scene
By Mika C
The Moon stays, always
It never leaves us, never
It is just hidden.
By Mika C
Tiny, little flame
Resting on a small candle
Providing us light.
By Mika C
Sprinting, chasing it
Feeling the breeze flow through my hair
Hunting
Trying to catch up
Feeling the excitement pumping in my blood
So close
Laying my eyes on it
Never taking it off
I need it
Now
I must have it
Now
I can feel its deliciousness
I’m really close
Almost there
I can almost touch it
My legs start to ache
Slowing down
Falling down to the ground
Exhausted
I know I have failed
I can’t get to it now
I was so close
I know
I can’t get
my ice cream from
the ice cream man.
-Mika C
Flowers are sweet
Lovely scent
Oh so pretty
What a wonderful sight
Red, green, pink and blue and so many more
So slow down and take a look.
Sarah B.
I felt like a small seed
in an ocean of dead grass.
Not yet how I wanted to be.
Not yet who I wanted to be.
I didn’t know who I was
in that classroom in fourth grade
where everyone
swayed and seemed lifeless.
I wanted to release myself, to let them know who I am.
I just needed friends.
Through time, I slowly revealed all that I am.
Bright. Funny. Musical. Full of life. Vibrant.
At the beginning of the year,
our lunch table was separated: boys on one end,
girls on the other, as if an invisible force kept us apart.
Towards the end, we integrated.
We sat next to each other shoulder to shoulder, and
talked as if we’d known each other for
a long time.
My best friends are not who you’d expect them to be.
They are all guys. Nothing wrong with that.
To me, they aren’t like dead grass, as
most people in that class were.
They were lively green, with never ending roots.
Evan. He seemed quiet.
Boy, was I wrong.
He is energetic and sings a lot.
I sometimes think he’s immortal.
He can climb a tree, hanging fearlessly upside down,
fall, and survive. Amazing.
He’s a good buddy.
Part of the puzzle.
Daniel. I’ve known him for three years now.
The best word to describe him is: hungry.
He’s starving all the time and eats like a vaccum.
” Are you gonna eat that?”.
Funny thing is, he’s skin and bones.
His shaggy black hair reminds me of a cheerful dog.
He’s a good buddy.
Part of the puzzle.
Fernando. A poet and friend.
Last year, we had to write poems.
His were deep, touching, phenomenal.
He is extremely kind and loving.
He’s a good buddy.
Part of the puzzle.
Emilio. From the moment I met him: instant friends.
Incredibly funny.
Makes me smile.
Always there.
His curly hair seems impossible to keep short.
So many memories.
He’s a good buddy.
Part of the puzzle.
Allan. Also known as Tina.
We are really close friends, even though
I’ve only known him for two years.
He includes me.
He understands how I feel.
He’s a good buddy.
Part of the puzzle.
They made me feel accepted and appreciated way back in fourth grade
and still do now.
Being in different classes changes the frequency of when we see each other.
But that doesn’t change us.
” One of the guys”, I say with pride.
We never fight. Never argue. Or stay mad for long.
They are like my brothers.
We play around. Goof off.
So immature.
I’d like to keep it that way forever.
Evan, Daniel, Fernando, Emilio, and Allan.
And me.
Differently shaped pieces.
One is immortal.
One is a shaggy, hungry dog.
One is bright and caring.
One is immensely funny.
One is understanding and a great friend.
One is a girl. Musical. Cheerful.
Six pieces.
Joined together like a puzzle.
Without one, we’re unfinished.
When fitted, we make a picture.
I’m glad to be part of the puzzle.
- Laura Pinzon
Dedicated to Evan B, Daniel D, Fernando P, Emilio G, and
Allan P.
Life is like a rebelious ocean.
With fierce waves moving you over obstacles.
Pushing you down and around,
until it comes to an end.
Life is like a mysterious rose.
With spiky needles that sink through your
only strand of happiness.
Life is like a swift bird.
Flying with a broken wing,
while the other one still is untouched and strong.
A snapshot of life.
- Laura P.
A teardrop can mean a lot of things,
but I know which one to choose,
the one with broken hearts and sad, gloomy blues.
From time to time, I cannot wait for sunrise to embrace,
yet I want the darkness to cover my somber, tear-strained face.
I wish this tide can pull me into the Lost Sea of Tears,
so I can find another way to shake off my unkempt fears.
A teardrop can stain your heart
in every way,
It bleeds through and sinks in
just so it can stay.
Yet of course, it’s not a tattoo,
until you open up a more vibrant and brighter you.