Student Sample: Upper Elementary
 My Quiet Place
by Olivia, fourth grade poet
A hot brown mud bath welcomes you in
As you relax, you get a facial complete with crunchy green cucumbers.
Your toes seem to giggle from being painted light pink.
The seaweed wrap relaxes you as a gong smashes.
Hot rocks rest on your back, warm and toasty.
The running water of the fountain sounds sweet.
This is my quiet place, it is where I want to be,
But if you do not like it here, try......
 ...My Quiet Place
by Christine, fourth grade poet
My quiet place would be a closet,
where a blanket of darkness covers you.
Where the silence creeps in
and you can crawl into your imagination,
where you can imagine anything
in a world of everything.
And it would be a small closet,
where you could just squeeze in with no more room,
and be able to close the door,
forcing you to think about what ever was and
ever will be.
(Click here to view/print these two fourth grade poems that can be read as one larger poem.)
 My Quiet Place
by Sarah, fifth grade poet
My quiet place could be in the
countryside,
Where never-ending land goes on
forever,
And the soft shiny grass is a sea of green.
There is almost no noise as I walk through the
lonely
countryside.
All I hear is the wind whispering to the sky,
But when the sun's soft rays go down,
Thousands of winking stars fill up the night sky
And the moon sings the world to sleep with its
pale soft light,
But if it's a little too lonely, try …
 ...My Quiet Place
by Megan, fifth grade poet
A quiet place for me is the ocean.
It’s a calm and cool place to be.
The ocean flows like a flying kite
On a spring day.
When the ocean makes a “Sh sh” noise,
That’s when you know
It’s a cool and calm place.
Swirling water hitting your hand,
Water that feels like silk,
Flows and never stops.
The revolving, rafting ocean is
Snapping pictures of me.
But if the ocean doesn’t work, try. . .
 ...My Quiet Place
by Anderson, fifth grade poet
There is no quiet place,
But the next best thing for me
Is on top of a tree.
You might find a groove as a bed,
Or a pile of leaves as a pillow.
But it’s never really quiet.
There are squirrels beating drums,
Birds practicing in their choir.
But you are a monkey looking for bananas
In your almost quiet place.
(Click here to view/print seven fifth grade poems that can be read as one large poem.)
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