Poems
By: Amir, 4th grade
The Wind
Umbrellas fly in its path
Nothing stands in its way
Friend of the Big Bad Wolf
It huffs and puffs, but luckily
Blows no houses done
So much for
The Three Little Pigs
- Amir L.
Sadness
The tear drips down my eye
Followed by a rainstorm
My head buried in a pillow
I fall into a restless sleep
The thunderstorm dries out
And what is left
A desert
And when I wake up
The sadness
Of last night
Is a fog
- Amir L.
My Office
Please Knock
On L. Quagmire’s office door
He gets angry if you bother him
He’s a writer
So there forth
He’ll be researching
His latest novel
Jotting down notes in a thick book
He’s very neurotic
And he’s not pleased
Being called
By his fans
By his maiden name
After all he is the
Youngest person
To win the Newberry Medal
-Amir L.
The Lion
If I were a lion
I would prowl though the forests
Letting my ferocious cry be heard
Making leaves fall in my path
Having the world bow out to me
Sharpening my claws
With my teeth
Waiting for animals to
Cross my path
And watching it meet its end
Grinding my teeth
Until my pray has vanished
Beneath me
The sun sets
And my fierceness leaks
Out of me
As quick as a rabbit
Hopping around
I never close my eyes
Because I need to catch pray
For the morning
-Amir L.
SCAPA
On Lafayette Parkway
A building stands
Representing 9 arts
That the ancients knew
SCAPA
AS of 2008
20 years old
Science, Math and Reading
And Visual Arts too!
SCAPA!
The writing teacher’s sign
Has been up for a decade or two
And 20 years later….
Still as good as new!
SCAPA!
Remember the old days
When the foundation
Was born
Those were days
Full of sweet contents
So let them be remembered
-Amir L.
Choosing a pen name
Not too wacky
Not too happy
Like
Peter Harrison Pan
Choosing a pen name
Not too common
Not too American
Like
Lowell Johnson
Not too foreign
Not too hard-to-remember
Like
Rome Ittalie
That’s all the
Pen names I’ve brainstormed
Back to the drawing room
-Amir L.