
Writer’s block, writer’s block,
What happened to nighter’s block or fighter’s block?
While having a case of writer’s block,
think of something like a sock.
Write what it looks like,
see it in your mind.
When your writing is done,
“it looks good” is what you will find.
Even think of something new,
like the wonderful world of Magic Magoo.
Then write a poem like this one I’ve written for you.
I feel happy when
I hug my teddy bear.
I feel happy when
my nana is near.
I feel happy when
I eat chocolate ice cream.
I feel happy when
I have a good dream.
I feel happy when
I get to ride my bike.
I feel happy when
I go on a hike.
I feel happy when
I see a rainbow in the sky.
But I feel sad when
my baby sisters cry.

Summer would taste like ice cream
and apple pie, and Popsicles eaten on the Fourth of July.
All warm and breezy, whipped creamy.
Fall would taste like pumpkins and squash,
and turkey, too. It would taste crisp, like leaves, and
maybe apples, and the sky all blue.
Winter would taste cold and icy,
but with a little bit of hot chocolate
mixed in. Icy--but spicy, and nicey.
Spring--like chocolate bunnies and tulips
and rain and melted snow--and then, summer
AGAIN!

4,500,000,000 years ago
a huge cloud of gas, dust, and ice
a nebula pulled by gravity
hydrogen and helium
hot, bright bursts of gas
27,000,000 degrees Fahrenheit
the solar system’s largest object
8 planets orbiting
a brilliant star:
giving heat, light,
life.

I am the color blue
Calm blue ocean
Fast blue car
Precious blue sapphire
I am the strong wind
That blows
All the leaves around
And makes the trees sway
I am a tree
Silent and still
Filled with dazzling bright
Colorful leaves
I am a basketball player
Shooting hoops
Dribbling down the court
Passing to teammates.

The grass is green,
the wind is blowing,
and the birds are quiet.
The orange leaves
on the little tree
are like peaches.
One of the trees
that has a lot of
branches looks
like a pinecone.
The flag is blowing
like a bird flying,
and everybody’s quiet.



I am so giggly
because my tooth is so wiggly.
I brush well every day
So that the tooth fairy will say,
“Wowee!”
And so proud I will be.

Pile on pancakes hot from a pan.
Pour on the syrup as fast as you can.
Pat on the butter, grab a fork and knife.
Attack those babies for the meal of your life!
More of the pancakes heaped on the plate.
First there were four; now there are eight.
Should I try twelve in the pancake race?
Four more, please. I’ve found more space!
Wow! Wow! O my pain. Am I insane?
Hold the pancakes. I may cry.
There’s no room in this pancake guy.
I can kick very high,
I can kick very low.
I can kick very fast,
I can kick very slow.
Attack, defend, strike, and shield--
These are the moves I do on the field.
My T-shirt is blue,
I can see the view,
And nothing can pass through,
Except on my cue.
