BACK TO SCHOOL - MASTER LIST OF POEMS

 


September

 

I already know where Africa is

and I already know how to

count to ten and

I went to school every day last year,

why do I have to go again?

 

Lucille Clifton

 

 

Back to School

 

When summer smells like apples

and shadows feel cool

and falling leaves make dapples

of color on the pool

and wind is in the maples

and sweaters are the rule

and hazy days spell lazy ways,

    It’s hard to go to school.

 

    But I go!

 

Aileen Fisher

 

 

 

       NOW

               Close the barbeque.

            Close the sun.

   Close the home-run games we won.

            Close the picnic.

               Close the pool.

                  Close the summer.

                         Open school.

 

                  Prince Redcloud

 

 

 

 

 

   

A Circle Of Friends

 

  We've joined together as classmates

  As the new year begins...

  A year full of learning

  While we become friends.

  We'll share and be kind

  As we work and play,

  And our friendship will grow

  With each passing day.

 

 

Summer

        Fran Haraway

 

What plans that we laid, and

What promises made, and

What dreams we created in May!

We vowed that we'd try to

Fill June and July, to

Have wonderful fun each warm day.

But while we were scheming,

Designing, and dreaming,

Our summer slipped quickly away!

 

         

Hurray Day

Today is the day!

Hurray! Hurray!

It's the first day of school

And I'm on my way!

Everything's different

Nothing's the same

Because I'm going to learn

To write my name!

by Patricia Hubbell

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

First Day of School

I wonder

if my drawing

will be as good as theirs

I wonder

if they'll like me

or just be full of stares

I wonder

if my teacher

will look like Mom or Gram

I wonder

if my puppy

will wonder

where I am!

 

by Aileen Fisher

 

Going To School

Going to school,

You always run;

When it's not late,

You stop for fun!

You watch a squirrel,

Climb up a tree,

Gaze at the tree,

Gaze at the sky

For things to see.

There's singing birds,

A roaring place,

The pecking sun,

A drop of rain.

You'd like to stay,

But there's a yell --

A friend's shouting,

"Come on, the bell!"

 

Clare Miseles

 

School Time

School is here again

Summer's at an end.

See me work and play,

On an autumn day.

 

 

 

First Day of School

Always more of everything;

Reading, writing, figuring

Books to read and words to spell -

Hurry, there goes the bell!

Seems as if they might get through

Finding things for us to do!

 

Rachel Field

 

 

Fall

From September to December

What's the season?

Fall!

Red leaves start to

Fall!

Brown leaves start to

Fall!

Orange leaves start to

Fall!

Yellow leaves start to

Fall!

After all, it's

Fall!

 

 

 

 

 

September

A road like brown ribbon

A sky that is blue

A forest of green

With that sky peeping through.

Asters, deep purple,

A grasshopper's call,

Today is summer,

Tomorrow is fall.

 

September

September means it's time again

for going off to school.

The days are getting shorter

and the nights are getting cool.

 

Fall is Here

Helen H. Moore

 

Fall is here.

 

Another year

is coming to an end.

 

Summer's finished,

Summer's gone,

Winter's round the bend.

 

Fall is piles of crunchy leaves,

orange, gold, and red.

 

Fall is sweaters with long sleeves

and blankets on the bed.

 

Fall is football,

Fall is pumpkins,

Fall's where summer ends.

 

And

Fall is coming back to school,

and seeing all my friends.

 

September

Brierly Ashour

 

When the goldenrod is yellow,

And leaves are turning brown -

Reluctantly the summer goes

In a cloud of thistledown.

When squirrels are harvesting

And birds in flight appear -

By these autumn signs we know

September days are here.

 

September

September is a time

Of beginning for all,

Beginning of school

Beginning of fall.

 

 

 

September

The breezes taste
     Of apple peel.
The air is full
     Of smells to feel-
Ripe fruit, old footballs,
     Burning brush,
New books, erasers,
     Chalk, and such.
The bee, his hive,
     Well-honeyed hum,
And Mother cuts
     Chrysanthemums.
Like plates washed clean
     With suds, the days
Are polished with
     A morning haze.

 

John Updike

 

 

Welcome

Goodbye vacation!

Hello to school!

Hello new classmates,

Goodbye old pool.

Vacation time's over,

School time is here,

Once more we welcome

Another school year.

 

Days In The Month

Thirty days has September,

April, June, and November;

All the rest have thirty-one,

Except February alone,

And that has 28 days clear

And 29 in each leap year.

 

Welcome back!

School's begun.

Time for work,

Time for fun.

 

 

 

From:  The Other Side of the Door

            Jeff Moss

 

The First Day Of School

 

Sarah and I think that the first day of school makes you feel like

    everyone is staring at you all day long.

It's like they're looking at what you're wearing, and how you

    comb your hair, and how much you've changed over the

    summer.

They're listening to the way you talk and checking out whether

     you're pretty cool or whether you're too full of yourself.

The teachers are looking to see if you're smart or not.

The coaches and gym instructors are looking to see who the

    good athletes are.

Even the people who work in the cafeteria seem like they're

   looking to see who eats all their lunch.

Sarah and I think the first day of school is like being onstage all

  day with a big spotlight on you.

But then comes the second day and everything's back to normal

  and nobody cares about all that stuff from yesterday and noth-

  ing seems like such a big deal anymore.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Back-to-School Blues

  by Bobbi Katz

 

  Just wiggling my toes

  in my brand new shoes.

  Guess I’ve got a case

  of the back-to-school blues.

  Shiny new notebook

  with nothing inside it.

  Feeling kind of scared –

  trying to hide it.

  What’s waiting for me

  behind a classroom door?

  A brand new teacher

  I’ve never seen before!

  Maybe she’s a good one.

  Maybe she’s bad news.

  I’m just a-wiggling,

  just a-jiggling –

  got those back-to-school blues.