Prompt - April Showers
A cold night in April.
Pouring rain splashes on my window.
Rattling sounds from the rain pounding on my metal roof
I listen to the thunder from my cozy, warm bed
Light soon appears from the lightning outside
Soon comes May
How excited I am its May
Oh so wonderful aromas from the flowers
Wonderful, magnificent sights of flowers
Ever so beautiful sounds of birds chirping
Roses all around
Sun shining down
April Showers Bring May flowers and happiness
Poet: Connor McGee
Age: 9
Grade: 4th
April Flowers
April flowers how you are you so beautiful
I love your different colors
How do you smell so good April flowers
Short or tall
April flowers how you are you so beautiful
How you shine in the sun
How your roots grow
How you get rained on
April flowers how you are you so beautiful
How you bring joy to many mothers
How you get replaced at tombstones
Goodbye beautiful April flowers hope I see you again
Poet: Mariah Brasher
Age: 10
Grade: 5th
April Showers, Bring May Flowers
April showers bring May flowers,
But they help me, a tree,
They grow my roots, they spread my leaves,
April showers brings May flowers,
But they bring life back to a tree and to me,
April showers brings May flowers,
They bring back me, I come from my winter home,
I go to a tree and I'm truly home
April showers brings May flowers,
But they also bring back life, a tree and me, for I am a bird for
April showers bring May flowers
Poet: Lillian Holl
Age: 11
Town: Sutton
Grade: 5th
My Fresh Bouquet of Flowers
April showers brings me flowers
the rain helps the flowers grow
But something in me wants to know
how those pretty leaves and
the beautiful petals start off as little seeds
and grow up to be big
bold flowers
Oh something in me wants to show
the pretty of those flowers and the way they grow
so pretty and so bold
oh so much nature can Behold
thank you April showers for bringing me my fresh bouquet
Of flowers
Poet: Catherine Vierzen
Town: Sutton
Grade: 5th
April Showers
Roses are red
Rain is clear
Same with the
Brooks around here
Trash is red
Brooks are clear
Don’t ask me
But I think
April is here
Poet: Madden Gagnon
Age: 11
Town: Sutton
Grade: 5th
My leaves have fallen before
Now I am becoming green
So now I can see
So now my beauty
Is now showing
So now u can
Sit in the shade
With me and
My friends
But please
Do not
Cut me
Down
Poet: Shay Winslow
Age: 10
Town: Sutton
Grade: 5th
Signs of Spring
You'll hear the splatting
and the patting
of rain down at your feet
Puddle jumping
hear water thumping
the air is damp and cool
Watch the flowers grow
see the melting snow
oh there goes a passing breeze
Feel the wind nick your throat
did you hear that bird’s note
watch water beads cling to the leaves
Splashing, Melting, Blooming, Blowing
you’ve spotted the signs of Spring
Poet: Sarah Griswold
Age: 11
Grade: 5th
Town: New London
Prompt - A New Beginning
A New Beginning
A New Beginning is a great way to have a fresh start
You can start over
You can forget about your mistakes
You can change
People will forgive you
You will have a new future
Full of endless possibilities
New adventures
New people to meet
I love new beginnings
From the old you
To the new you
You will have your own story
And you are the one who writes it
Name: Makenna Ellis
Age: 12
Grade: 7th
Town of Residence: Warner
Calling all kids in grades two through five who love to write!
This online Poetry Page is a place for YOU to share YOUR creative writing through poetry!
Selected poems will be chosen to be featured on the Ox-Cart Kids Poetry Page.
Why not send us your poem to be considered today!
Prizes awarded each year!
How to Submit:
Submissions Must Include: name of poet, age, grade, town of residence
Submit Poems to: poetry@cfanh.org
About The Ox-Cart Kids Monthly
The Ox-Cart Kids was inspired by Donald Hall’s book and poem, “The Ox-Cart Man”. Donald Hall was the 14th United States Poet Laureate, and a Wilmot, New Hampshire resident. His poetry was filled with appreciation and admiration of the people and the natural surroundings of our rural community.
...and click here to learn about the
Sutton Elementary School Poetry Club
A CFA Teacher Grant Project led by Thom Smith
CFA ANNUAL POETRY CONTEST
Past Winners:
Frozen
Sophie Stachulski
The world stopped spinning
Everything was silent,
The breeze stopped blowing the trees,
And the river stopped rolling along.
Everything was silent,
Oh, so very silent And Dark.
Just Like That.
Callie Valeri
It’s funny how quickly a moment can go from thrilling to terrifying,
Just like that.
Laughter turns to screams
The world becomes so loud, yet so deafeningly silent.
The impact isn’t even the worst part,
But the pressure of the water overtaking my body and stealing my breath is what kills me.
I try to gasp for air
But to no avail.
Air turns to water and fills my lungs.
In my last moments I relive everything in my life up until now.
Every wrong decision
Every right one
Everything in between
Will the world miss me?
Or will I just be another unknown soul,
Gone?
Just like that.
The Power of Creation
Gabriel Smith -High School
This world would most certainly cease to exist,
Had it not been for our Creation, our Genesis.
What makes us what we are is what we do,
And any idea without creation, could be quite askew.
For we are creators, in everything, and every day,
Someone had the idea, and put it into play,
From your new recipe
To a song melody
All that you can see
Was made by someone just like you or me.
Do you think Da Vinci thought his paintings
Would be famous, and fascinating?
His “Mona Lisa” is the most renowned –
Even centuries later, it still wears the crown.
From design and innovation
To the plane you ride to your vacation,
To towering cities and works of art,
From the car that won’t jumpstart,
To the curriculum that you use in school
And the tools that do the work for you,
Whatever it is you need to do,
It was made to make life easier, and you can do it, too.
You may not win a Nobel prize,
It even may be criticized,
But don’t give up, you’re not the only one,
Our work on Earth is never done.
Unconventional
Tobin Smith -Middle School
Our beautiful country has existed
For 239 years to date.
If not for groundbreaking people,
Would we be brave enough to make?
Think of Leonardo Da Vinci,
With his wonderful thoughts and dreams.
If not for people like him,
We would be in the Stone Age, it seems.
Just imagine if Wilbur and Orville
Had stuck to making bikes,
If they hadn’t wondered, hadn’t made,
Would we ever have taken flight?
Imagine if good ol’ Walt Disney had
Never decided to make cartoons.
If he hadn’t made his movies,
Would we have shows with bug buffoons?
If Thomas Jefferson, a president,
Had never taken up in arms
The clever idea to write down
The declaration of freedom from English laws?
Yes, there’s no doubt that if we
Did everything in convention
We’d never come up with the
Fantastic word of something new: INVENTION.
So let us not relinquish
The good courage to create,
And take the job to do
Things new: more importantly, MAKE.
Unique
Lotus Gregory-Elementary
The tree branches sway in the milky glow of the full moon,
Casting a dancing shadow across the moss strewn earth.
This tree was different from the others in every way.
The branches protruded at odd angles,
the trunk was covered in knots and it was many feet shorter than the others.
It's beauty resonating in the air.
THE FOREST
Molly VanVranken. New London NH
5th grade, Winner Elementary School
The forest
is a mystical place
Where unicorns
And fairies fly
Where you are free
To imagine
And be at peace with the world.
The forest
Speaks to me through
It’s leaves and branches.
The forest
Protects me when it rains
It covers me so that
I’m not wet.
The forest
Is part of my
Soul and blood.
When I leave, the forest leaves.
When I go to school, the forest goes to school.
But at the end of the day
When I go to bed
The forest sleeps right next to me.
COMMUNION WITH NATURE
FOREST WALK
Clare McIntyre, Grantham NH
7th Grade, Winner Middle School
As I walk through the forest I am one with nature,
One with the birdsong that may sound chaotic, but if you listen closely you will find,
That it is a symphony of voices that fill the woods with meaning,
And as I walk through the many trees they talk to me, as I am one with them,
Telling me of the freezing winters where the frost crept over their bark,
And of the summers where the sun shone through their leaves,
and cast a green light upon the ground,
The suns rays dance that are one with me, leaping off the water,
and the mica in the rocks,
then they twirl in the air and fill the sky with light,
the sky calls to the adventurous kind,
those who will stop at nothing to learn nature’s secrets,
The sky calls out to me as I walk through the forest.
This poetry project has been created for the purposes of
-instilling the joy of poetry into the hearts of children
-tapping the incredible creativity of young writers
-supporting the education of poetry
-providing a platform for our region’s young poets
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