THE BIG BOOK OF POETRY- By Shaya-Lynn McConnell, age 10, grade 5

To My Teacher

Teacher, Teacher
Why are you so nice?
At the beginning of the year,
I thought you were as hard as ice.
But, now you’re melted
And you never felt it.
So at the end of the year,
I might shed a tear.



To My Hampster

My furry friend,
If you ever go away, that will be the end.
In your ball you roll around
Without a sound.
One morning I woke up and you were stiff as a board.
So now you’re in a better place and you’re with The Lord.
Goodbye hampster!


To This Bunch Of Flowers

Oh flowers,
Oh flowers!
You look so nice!
But now you have to pay the price!
You killed the grass,
You wrecked the soil!
So flowers are you ready to be boiled?
If you aren’t, then that’s too bad,
Oh, cheer up flowers don’t be sad.